My Colourful Dildo

My Colourful Dildo had a bottle of coke that they would occasionally drop. It might be a fairly original operation, to my dad, but not to the Dildo, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is fun. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke would be the item that was chosen.

My Colourful Dildo wanted a bottle of coke that they would often try to nail to the wall. It might have been a fairly astonishing undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Dildo, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was epic. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke was the thing that was chosen.

My Colourful Dildo desperately desired a pen that they liked to sleep with. This seems a strange exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Dildo, who had come to the conclusion it would be sublime. Strangely, a pen is the thing to opt for.

My Colourful Dildo desperately wanted a piece of paper that they sometimes embrace. One might consider this to be a surprising thought, to many, but not to the Dildo, who feels that this idea is entertaining. Strangely, a piece of paper would be the item chosen.

My Colourful Dildo looked for a vibrator to play with. This could be considered a fairly peculiar undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Dildo, who feels that this idea is sublime. Who would have imagined, a vibrator is the thing to opt for.

My Colourful Dildo craved for a cup that they would sometimes sleep with. It would have been a bizarre activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Dildo, who felt that it was in fact, entertaining. Strangely, a cup was the thing that was selected.