Double headed dildo.

Driving up to my Grandmother Bunny’s victorian mansion was always such a sight.  Rolling through the winding road on the estate gave me flashbacks of simpler times.  The days of playing outside and enjoying the fresh air were long gone. I couldn’t believe I inherited such a place. Although I had only come up for a few summers many years ago, I  left an impression on her. I walked through the stained glass doors to my new palace. I dropped my bags on the floor and headed up the looping stairs to look through the maze that was my new home. The first thought that came to mind was the double headed dildo I found in her closet a decade earlier.

Where was that double headed dildo?

I went from room to room, finally ending in her boudoir.  Pink velvet curtains and violet satin chairs surrounded me. I tried hard to not get distracted by my new fortune, but it wasn’t easy. Reminiscing,  I went back in my mind to the summer 10 years before. I closed my eyes and the images started to reappear. I remembered her making me breakfast in her gorgeous white silk robe. She was so beautiful. Her face was that of an angel’s. Her breasts large and perky led the way. Scanning my way down her body made me hope I would look like her one day. Luckily, I did. After breakfast, I remembered she gave me a talk.

“Men aren’t everything, you got that?”

She said to me with a hand on her hip. I wasn’t sure what she meant at that moment.  As my eyes remained closed, going back in time, I still didn’t. I continued to envision that day and what happened next. Remembering watching her gracefully climb the spiral staircase as well as following her in secret. I remembered her standing in the boudoir, the same one I was in now. “What did Bunny do next, where was the double-headed dildo?” I thought to myself. I suddenly saw the gold door. With my eyes still tightly closed I could feel the doorknob in my hand. Feeling the warm oval metal sliding against my palm, while pulling the heavy door open with ease.

There lay the double headed dildo in all of its glory.

As I opened my eyes, I was in the closet, looking at my long lost friend. Not knowing what it was at the time, I certainly had figured it out. As I went to reach for it, I remembered what happened next. Finally getting a hold of it, the wall in front of me opened.  Suddenly I was staring at a party of 200 people dressed in another time. They were celebrating, popping bottles of champagne and clutching their heavily jeweled necklines. And as I did in the many years before, I walked through to the other side. I hid my large toy under my fur coat I was now miraculously wearing. Walking through the party, I turned a corner and couldn’t believe what I saw next.

“Bunny?’ I said with shock and excitement.

It was really her! I ran to hold her and praise that she was still alive. She hugged me back and lifted my chin to give me a deep kiss on the lips. Her body felt more familiar than I remembered. I felt like I knew her deeply, and that the summers we spent were never this intimate. She took me to a bedroom with pink curtains and violet chairs and suddenly I realized we were still in the house. She laid me down on her velvet daybed and gazed into my eyes. I began to see my reflection in her pupils and became confused. 

As I laid down she spread open my legs.

She took my double headed dildo and slid it into me. She straddled over me and grabbed the other end, easing her way onto it. Both in deep moans, we look up at the mirrored ceiling only to see we… were… the… same…. woman.

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