The Lonely Housewife: An Electrosluts.com Feature Presentation

Lorelei Lee spends another night alone. Her husband lives on the highway, her couch is her bed, and the bottle keeps her company. Half-asleep in front of the TV, an ad for electro-toys catches her ear. The woman’s silky voice on the screen sells her: overnight delivery, deluxe kit—plugs, pads, zappers, rope, tape. She orders without thinking. When the package lands on her doorstep, the reality hits harder than the booze. No one to use it on. Another sad night, until Casey knocks. Softball uniform, chocolate bars, too young and too eager. Lorelei drags her inside, slaps the tape around Casey’s wrists, bends her over the kitchen table and works the toys until Casey’s moans fill the empty house. They stumble down the hall. Bed sheets get twisted with rope, skin marked by fresh tape, every toy crackling between them. Blonde hair, bound bodies, electric jolts traded back and forth, nothing left untouched, nothing gentle. Casey ends up face-down, ass up, every hole tested, every current turned up, every promise of loneliness forgotten in the shock and sweat.