Men are scarce.

I only know one woman who keeps her own man at home. She is wealthy and powerful, and says that the expense is worth it, as she uses him for political gain, not just as a bed toy. Most of her other friends (who are also rich and powerful, unlike myself) have been presented with the man for the night, when they have stayed at her home. Most of them have accepted. Why wouldn't they?

He's a tall strong handsome thing, dark in a cross-European way. Strong shoulders support large but gentle arms, honed by daily training and nightly bedroom acrobatics. A professionally cheerful face and genetically mobile tongue add to the package. But down below is where the real money went. His genes have been tampered with here as well, and the result is not so much a size enhancement (though there is a little of that), so much as a combination of stability, rigidity, longevity and controllability. Oh, and texture. God yes. Let's not underestimate texture. Take all of that, and add professional level acrobatic ability, short immaculate black hair and transparent blue eyes, and you have a winning proposition. And I haven't mentioned the French accent yet.

I just wish to God I could afford one of my own, but men are so expensive now. I'm going to be stuck with this vibrator forever, I know.

So here I am, prodding myself with this buzzing lump of plastic, imagining how it might be with a real man. If he were to burst through the door, and throw himself on me, I'd welcome him with open arms. Not just arms either.