R.I.P. Silver Bullet

Well, it finally happened. The silver bullet vibrator that I have had for years finally bit the dust. *mournful sigh* What started off as a little skip or blip in the normally constant vibration quickly turned into a death rattle and was succeeded by a rigor mortis of plastic nothingness. *wiping away a tear* Granted, I don’t use the bullet to bring me to climax anymore because Daddy won’t allow me to do so, but I have been using it regularly in order to exercise my pussy to keep it tight (the vibrations cause my pussy to tighten and clench). Yet this particular toy has been with me longer than any of them and deserves a special farewell.

As a sort of eulogy, I wish to submit the following:

My dear Silver Bullet, you have been with me for so long, it’s almost as if I’ve never been without you. You’ve seen me through countless relationships and breakups. You survived at least five moves and countless hormonal fluctuations. When I couldn’t depend on anyone or anything else, I knew that I could always look to you for support and comfort. You were so tiny, yet so reliable and steadfast – always ready to go at a moment’s notice. You gave me hours and – dare I say – weeks and months of pleasure, and for that I salute you, Silver Bullet. I hope that the introduction of the Hitachi Magic Wand into the bedroom didn’t dampen your spirits or cause you to give up the ghost, my friend, for you are irreplaceable!

So, as you head up to that vibrating heaven in the sky, let me offer up one more sincere and hearty thank you for all that you’ve done for me over the years. You will be missed.

(Oh, and as a side note, please be sure to vote in this week’s poll-->! The Silver Bullet would have wanted you to…hehe!)