Errant

It's not something you keep out for anyone to see, which may be how you've forgotten it in the first place. Still it brings you a certain...comfort you'd certainly miss once you're far from the walls of the city. You keep in in a locked box hidden in the depths of your closet, it's nothing you're ashamed of by any means, but it's private, special.

With a little click the key unlocks and you pull the hinged lid back to reveal your totem. Your phallic totem. Carved from you can't say what and humming with just the slightest magical residue, the totem sits in the box eternally at attention for whenever it's master should have need of it. Despite its likeness, it is a rather pretty little thing, carved with decorations that are as intricate as they are stimulating. You run your thumb over the tip and find comfort in the familiar texture of the object.

You remember when you first purchased it. You were an awkward thing back then, barely a man at all and so very inexperienced. The whore you bought it off of charged you three times its worth no doubt, but over time you found it to be worth the asking price. She said it was carved from some kind of living wood and imbued with stimulating properties.You can feel them even now, just a hint as you hold in in your palm. You have some time, you could give it one last spin before you continue on your journey...

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