Unhinged

by Vera Valentine

When she popped back into view with a clean rag and a bottle of disinfectant spray cleaner, I could hardly believe my luck.

Wrapping my round brass protrusion in a soft cloth and a firm grip, she started polishing my knob with slow, smooth strokes that stirred something deep in my wood.

I’d proudly been Tana’s door for a long time, but the time was right to transition into being something more.

I’d not-so-subtly steered her away from picking a model similar to my own, with a rounded knob on the interior. I knew it was ridiculous, but it made me a little jealous - I didn’t want a replacement she could fuck, even theoretically.

“Drys, I think you’re allowed to steal a kiss, sweetheart. I kind of buried your knob in my pussy like, a few hours ago.”

“My big, strong door. You did such a good job protecting me, saving me, making me feel so amazing.”