Donathan

The sexercise craze had truly run it’s course
Her Donathan was no longer in the bedroom
Nor in the living room (where she had hoped it’s reminder would inspire)
It (he?) was now in the closet under a pile of blouses
That didn't fit right
All of them were intended to be given away

Stumbling over it (him?) one evening she sighed
It was a handsome piece of machinery
She'd sprung for the more realistic skin, the heating package
But though it had been exciting at first
The promise of ‘pleasuring yourself into health' had come up short
Doing all the work herself was the point
But it left her feeling like her last bad boyfriend, William:
Indifferent and unpassionate, lying bemused as she rode him in impotent rage

She closed the closet in disgust
She should post him on a giveaway board, someone would want him
But the shame was double, good workout intentions failed and a sex toy, used..
The boyfriend had been easier to get rid of

She settled in for sleep, using her wand to get off a few times
She smiled as she drifted, thinking of the what she'd write in the 'free' post
“One ex-sexercisor, little used, Donathan(tm) model XL fucks too much like ex-boyfriend”