AN: Not a prompt fill, but I wrote something very aro/ace self-indulgent for myself, and I thought it might be worth sharing. I’ve never tried writing anything like this before. I’m just so glad this blog exists.
You have a special toy. You aren’t entirely sure how it works, but you don’t care. It does exactly what you want from it, and that’s all that matters. It’s a simple process: you insert the toy, your womb fills with some kind of thick gel, and when you’re big enough, you take the toy out and enjoy your belly for some time.
You have discovered that the toy is timed perfectly to match your long commute home from work. An hour of driving, an hour of building up to the most pleasurable nights of your life. You dream of a life where you could use it every day, but you keep it for special occasions. You know there can be too much of a good thing, and you don’t want to spoil yourself.
It’s a Friday evening, and you make a quick stop on the bathroom on your way out of work to insert the toy. It’s not a big thing, only about the size of a tampon. You’re not supposed to get pleasure from it being inside you, but rather from what it does to you. Honestly you think it’s enough. If the toy acted as a dildo as well, you would never be able to use it and drive at the same time.