The Nipple

*This is so random and more of an exercise than a finished product*


"There's something wrong with my nipple, honey," she said simply.

"No, there's not, darling," he caressed her face. "Why do you keep saying that?"

"Because it's true. There's something wrong with it." She pouted and brought her hands to her sides.

"Darling, you're just not twisting it hard enough. Play around with it a bit."

"Oh, like you're the Master of all Nipple Function. I don't want to twist it anymore! It doesn't work."

"Dear, calm yourself down."

"Don't tell me to calm myself. You're the one who got us into this mess."

"Oh, now you're pointing fingers. Lovely. Last time I buy you anything." He walked away from her.

"The old one was fine. Bastard! But no, we need all the new toys. We always have to try all the new things." She took a breath and tried to collect herself.  "Google it?" she suggested sweetly. "There must be loads of videos on YouTube."

"No, I don't want to look up videos on YouTube, that's embarrassing. We're educated adults."

She looked under a stack of newspapers. "Fine, where's the manual?"

"It comes with a manual?" he asked in awe.

She glared at him venomously.

"Come here, baby...I'm sorry."

She crossed to him and he hugged her. "I'm sorry too," she whispered.

"Okay then."

"Okay."

"So when does the sitter get here?" he asked.

"Ten minutes."

"Grand. And where's the old bottle?"

"In the kitchen."

"Okay, we'll give the sitter the old bottle to use tonight and tomorrow we'll return this fancy dumb one. How does that sound?"

"Deal." She curled up on the couch.

He took a seat next to her and they both sighed in relief.

"We've got ten minutes," he said.

 They sat in silence a few moments.

"Porn?" she suggested.

"Sure," he picked up the remote, "Why not."