Prologue

I was always meant to join two people in love via deep penetration. From the second I had any sort of consciousness about me, I knew this to be my purpose.

That day at the factory when I turned into a long, blue, double-sided cock, I felt special; superior to the piles of silicone around me that would go on to become a singular pleasure device or a *shudder* chew toy.

I was shaking with glee and anticipation when I was ejaculated from my mold and cleaned up. I wept when I was attached to that goddess blessed nylon strap. That bitch knew what was up, and we soon formed an alliance.

When we were placed inside our sleek packaging and shipped to a toy store (not a children's toy store we were relieved to find out) I just knew that my forever home was nearby.

Then one day they came in—giggling and whispering naughty words to each other, cautiously excited about all the wonderfully depraved things they were going to do with me.

But before any of those promises were fulfilled, something tragic happened; they stupidly convinced themselves they didn't want to be romantically involved with each other, and I watched all my dreams crumble at the seams.

I was thrown into a box and shoved into a closet, never to know the scintillating slide of lube or the hot pressure of a man's hot, hairy asshole.

In short, I was discarded before I got to truly live.

But mourn not for me, dear reader, hope is like a wet cunt— really, really fun to imagine.

I will have my day in the sun, or lack of it, if everything goes to plan. This double ended dong isn't giving up, and neither shall you. Great orgasms come to those who wait.

That's definitely the saying, right?