My vibrator

Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Zoey who loved her vibrator. She enjoyed using it late at night, when she was all alone in her bedroom, to help her get off to sleep. 

Zoey had a unique problem though – she was incredibly messy. Her house was always in a state of disarray, with clothes scattered all over her room, food on the floor, and makeup scattered around. But Zoey didn't care. She enjoyed being a bit of a slob, and it was convenient because she rarely had guests over.

One day while she was in the middle of her usual “vibe-session,” a knock came at her door. Thinking it was the mailman with a package, she answered the door without bothering to change. There stood a perplexed looking delivery man, with a box of roses in his hands. “These are for you,” he said. 

Zoey blushed, but took the roses anyway. She thanked the man and shut the door. As she looked at them, a card fell out with a romantic poem. It was from her secret admirer, who had asked her out a few days ago.

Zoey was embarrassed, but a little bit excited. She quickly got dressed, put on her makeup, and went out to the date with her secret admirer. 

At the end of the night, Zoey realized that she was developing feelings for him. That made her uneasy, because how could she love someone when she still craved the pleasure of her dirty little secret?

Zoey thought it was time to come clean to her secret admirer about her dirty habits with her vibrator. Surprisingly, he was accepting and understanding.

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