[Sponge4WetSoapyHand] Get me wet and slippery and work me hard, baby.

When you wrap your hand around me, squeeze, and make me gush out splatters of that white stuff that you want right at that moment?

It's amazing.

I try to hold still when you approach me. I can see it in your eyes. What you want. What you need.

Then you roll up your sleeves and just... clutch me.

Fuck.

It doesn't matter what I looked like five minutes before. I could be a crumple mess or just laying around flat, watching the paint dry.

I'm glad you know that you need to get me all wet. That handling me... using me... is infinitely better when I'm...

WET.

The way you grip me, push me up against any hard surface you can find and just work me over... it's like you and I were meant to be.

So use me, babe. Use me for all those filthy dirty thoughts you have. Don't be shy. Lube me up. Get me all frothy and worked up and use your arm, your wrist, and your hand. Rub me in circles around and around and around until everything...

...comes

clean.

Then give me one last squeeze, bathe me in hot water and wipe down the mess that you and I made together all over the counter.

Put me to bed.

To dry out.

And to wait for tomorrow.

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Have a look at my profile. If you think we can't write a sexy story about this idea, I think you're underestimating the power of sex and the written word.

Hot: Dawn, Ivory, bright yellow rubber gloves.

Not: Dollar store detergents, hard water, being replaced by a soulless machine.