Wood. It was wood that she wanted. Wood that she craved; that she needed.
A rod? No. Not even worth considering for itâs smoothness and brittleness.
A shaft? No. Shafts were cold, the implication of artificial construction. They could be long, but they had no life, they were straight with no character.
A pole? Again no. Although warmer than a shaft, a pole still lacked personality. Lacked the ability to provide a sense of intimate connection.
Wood. It was definitely wood that she wanted. Wood provided a shared warmth. Wood had a strength with an almost imperceptible âgiveâ. Wood had a heavy, solid characteristic. It had mass. Wood could provide girth. Not simple girth, but a girth that could be amplified with the charisma of irregularity. Wood had features that neither shafts nor poles offered. Variation in thickness and in texture. Curvatures and shapes that enhanced the character and, even more, allowed the features to be fully appreciated by her lustful needs.
Wood. Perfectly imperfect and completely matched to her needs and her lust. Definitely wood!
