
The golden afternoon sun spilled across the wheat field like honey, warm and lazy. Katy, with her sandals kicked off and a light breeze teasing her hair, wandered into the swaying sea of gold. In her hands was her favorite vibrator. "Today," she announced to her vibrator with a grin, "you’re queen of the wheat castle." Sunlight flickered between the stalks as she built thrones out of leaves and used wildflowers as royal scepters. She hummed tunes as she moved vibrator through her tiny fairytale kingdom, giggling at her own dialogue. Hours passed like minutes. Katy danced barefoot, vibrator in hand, spinning until they both collapsed into the wheat, breathless with laughter. The sky eventually blushed orange, and the birds began their evening songs. Katy held vibrator close, whispered, “Same time tomorrow?” and tucked her into the pocket of her sundress. The field rustled a gentle yes.