Things with Lisa eventually soured, but by then Kiersten had a PleasureWand of her own. There were two speeds—the loud buzz Lisa first used to get Kiersten off, and “Oh, my ever loving God” that Kiersten used when she wanted to come quick. Not that the slower speed took too long; being plugged into the wall had its benefits, and Kiersten hadn’t known vibrators could be so damn powerful. One taste of the PleasureWand and anything running on a handful of AA batteries simply wouldn’t cut it any longer.
Though she knew Lisa wasn’t “the one,” and their split was amicable in the end, for the first few weeks after they went their separate ways, Kiersten went to bed every night with her PleasureWand firmly in hand. The steady hum of it between her legs was comforting, and she liked the way it fel
