Eggbertina Presents: Roger, the Talking Vibrator
Copyright by Dave Lassut 2012
Published by Wonky Books at Smashwords
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Important note: Don’t forget to laugh.
EPUB ISBN: 978-1-908796-24-0
EBOOK ISBN: 978-1-908796-25-7
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Eggbertina, (Tina for short), is an Ostrich love egg. She came to me as an ostrich egg, which was a gift from a friend ... I can’t remember why I wanted it. I had it for ages too before the inspiration came from the soul of Eggbertina, which was floating around looking for such a body through which she could do her important work, which is healing and making people laugh... all the same thing really. She quite rightly thinks that sex and erotica is healing, especially on the page of a glossy mag for the lonely guys. For the lonely women (some of them are married and lonely), we have personalities like Roger.
Her full name is Eggbertina Jackson née Lovegya; her mother was a very sexy Russian ostrich, whilst her father was an Aussie ostrich called Arthur Platypus ‘Dunfermlin’ Jackson; a bush expert.
Eventually, when I was working with shells and jewels, I decided to give her a face, feet, and eyes with lovely eyelashes. Now she works with me, telepathically of course. She isn’t a nurse, that’s just a sexy outfit she wears. But, that’s Eggbertina, but now, here’s the lovely story of Roger, a talking vibrator. Eggbertina (Icall her Tina) gives me the info, I transcribe. She meets sex toys on a social network called Mind Space.
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ROGER COX
A Short Penis Piece
(Incidentally, Roger was designed for discerning women, by a Mrs Andi Cox Hucker)
Transcribed from Eggbertina by Frankie Lassut
It was one of those days. I had nothing much to do, so, I joined the nation and went wandering around the shops. Clothes? Naaa. Household stuff? Naaa, don’t want a vase or anything ... well, only if it’s better than the next door neighbour’s, then I shall invite them round for cream teas, and hover around the new vase.
I needed nothing, but then came across a gizmo shop; full of useless ideas that are funny for about ten seconds. There was a section at the back of the shop which looked interesting ... sex stuff; just set perfectly for the children to see (yet you have to board up a private shop ... strange civilisation we are).