For a long time, I thought I no longer needed love. My life was consumed by work, and the only thing that kept me company was that little rose. This isn’t my first rose—I’ve repurchased it many times, not only because it’s so versatile, but more importantly because my encounter with the rose stems from my first relationship.
How We Met
At the time, I had just graduated from the University of California. Like most college graduates, I was full of enthusiasm for my new job and maintained a positive outlook on life. I loved the new environment, the new friends, and seeing my bank account fill up with my paycheck while keeping my credit card debt at zero. Most importantly, my first job brought me a love that inspired me to take action.
Jescka was transferred to my department from another one. According to the gossip among my colleagues, he’d been moved over because he was sloppy at work and always causing trouble. At first, I didn’t believe it. Could you imagine a handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed young man constantly doing things that would make people angry? So, the first time I saw Jescka, I was deeply captivated by his good looks. However, everything that happened next shattered my positive impression of him. Since both Jessica and I were new to the company, our department head assigned us to form a team to handle an external assignment. On our very first outing, Jessica took the wrong bus and was a full hour and a half late. The client waited ten minutes before storming off in a huff.
Even though Jessica kept apologizing to me with that handsome face of his, my mood didn’t improve one bit. As a new employee, I was struggling financially and desperately needed to seize every opportunity to win over clients. Unfortunately, this one had been completely ruined. Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Jescka tried to console me, and eventually even started telling jokes and acting like a clown to try to make me laugh. Okay, I’ll admit his dry jokes were terrible, but his comical antics were actually quite funny. When he saw me smile, Jescka invited me out to dinner. He behaved very elegantly during the meal, and nothing else went wrong. But considering his poor professional skills, I decided to go back that night and rewrite a proposal to apologize to my boss.
To my surprise, Jescka showed up at the office even earlier than I did the next day, and his fair face was now marked by two distinct dark circles under his eyes. When our boss called us in to ask what had happened, Jescka took the initiative to admit that it was all his fault and handed the revised proposal he’d prepared to our boss. I was a bit shocked—he’d actually done exactly what I would have done. After work, Jescara asked if I wanted to go out for drinks that night, and I agreed. Only then did I realize he’d stayed up all night to come up with a perfect solution because he was afraid I’d be upset. As for the compensation, he even volunteered to have it deducted from his salary. Hearing his responsible words, I smiled. I thought to myself,
“So this man does have his reliable moments after all.”
Soon, we started going to work, eating, and leaving work together more and more often. I noticed that whenever I saw Jescka, my heart would race—I knew I had fallen for him. Unexpectedly, before I could even confess my feelings, Jessica had already prepared a romantic ceremony for me. I gladly accepted, and amidst the blessing glances of my colleagues, we shared a passionate kiss.
The Honeymoon Phase
If there’s one word that could describe our love, it’s “passionate”—as fiery as the sun. After we confirmed our relationship, Jessa was like a lion full of energy, coming home to our shared apartment with me every night after work. Before we even made it to the bedroom, he’d press me against the door and kiss me. Scenes like this happened all the time, but we both felt incredibly happy. When we were deeply in love, the kitchen, living room, study, and sofa were all marked with traces of our intimacy.
But adult passion comes quickly and fades just as fast. For a while, work required overtime, and our free time was cut in half. The first thing Jescka did after work was still to ask for a kiss, but then he’d fall right asleep. This went on for about two months. I took the initiative and asked him if he wanted to try the waterbed suite at the newly opened resort hotel over the weekend, and he agreed. But that day, after we’d undressed and finished a round, Jescka had no desire to continue, and I couldn’t feel that passion we used to have. I couldn’t help but feel our sexual positions had become too stale, and it took much longer to reach climax than before. I asked him if he wanted to try something new, but after thinking about it, he apologized and said we’d continue next time.
At that moment, I truly believed he no longer loved me and would reject my requests for intimacy. Little did I know, Jescar was a man who never played by the book—the surprise he had in store was yet to come.
My First Encounter with Rose Toy
It was a delightful hot spring encounter. Inside the private hot spring suite we had booked, Jeska’s towering frame pinned me against the edge of the tub. With my back to him, he lifted one of my legs high, allowing me to experience a deeper level of intimacy. In the warm, flowing water, he used the lubrication from the rapid orgasm he’d just given me with the rose-shaped toy to penetrate deeper, unlocking the pleasure buttons of my hidden erogenous zones. This entirely new sensation made me instantly understand why some of my female colleagues would wear that look of both shyness and anticipation when discussing such topics.
The sexual pleasure it brought was simply indescribable—it felt as though I were being lifted up to the clouds, never to fall. This wild experience finally ended as my consciousness was gradually swallowed up by the pleasure.
When I woke up again, I felt myself lying flat on the bed, with Jessica buried in my chest doing something. A tingling sensation traveled from my chest to my brain, leaving me intoxicated. But I felt another intense suction coming from my lower body—yet Jeska doesn’t have two mouths! I shifted my thighs and felt something clamping down on a soft object, keeping it wrapped tightly around my private parts.
“What is this?”
“Don’t be afraid, darling. Squeeze this Rose—it’ll make us both happier.”
Under the suction of the rose toy and the even more intense rhythm of intimacy, I had barely come to my senses before I climaxed again. Jescara gently held me in his arms, and only then did I regain the strength to pull the little thing out of my lower body and examine it closely. The rose toy, covered in my juices, looked just like a fresh rose still glistening with morning dew. This was my first encounter with the rose toy. (Earlier in the hot spring, when Jeska used it from behind, I hadn’t gotten a good look.) Jeska told me he wanted to keep our relationship sweet and that trying something new might help. He’d looked at many toys before finally choosing the rose toy.
“Why did you choose it?”
“Because when you’re happy, you look just like a blooming rose—absolutely beautiful.”
“You’re as captivating as a rose, baby. Only this one is right for you.”
I’ll admit, I was charmed by this man’s sweet talk. But I also have to admit that the Rose Toy is truly useful. Not only does it free up our hands to explore more caresses and sexual positions, but it also helps satisfy my desires when I’m alone while Jeska is away on business. Unlike traditional vibrators, which are one-dimensional, this one stimulates core erogenous zones with gentle, rhythmic suction, making it easier to get in the mood and reach orgasm. That’s why, when our relationship hit a rut, it reignited that long-lost sense of anticipation.
The passion between us has slowly returned to that intense, fiery state we once shared.
The End of Love
But beautiful love never lasts. Then one day, a wealthy lady showed up at the company and specifically asked for me to attend to her. As we sat drinking coffee together, she suddenly told me everything: Jescka wasn’t just an ordinary office worker; he was the son of a noble family who had run away to find a job out of a fit of pique. But in the end, he would have to return home to marry another noblewoman and inherit the family fortune. As for me, a truly ordinary employee, I wasn’t good enough. She demanded that I leave Jescara of my own accord, and I replied that I would think it over.
I returned very late to the small home I shared with Jescara, but unfortunately, he hadn’t come back yet. I waited in the living room all night, but Jescara still didn’t return. When I went to work the next day, my colleagues told me that Jescara had left. Yes, how could a Cinderella like me ever be worthy of a real prince?
Even though the man was gone, life had to go on, and I needed money to support myself. I quickly sorted through all of Jescka’s belongings and hid them away. But when I saw the rose-shaped toy, I couldn’t bring myself to hide it. There was no way—it held too many memories of Jescka and me in love. In the end, I left it on the nightstand.
Starting a New Life with the Rose Toy
I’m glad I kept it, because after that, I threw myself into work and had no time for a new relationship. But as an adult woman, there are moments when I need something to release the natural desires within me, so I used the rose toy to masturbate—time and time again—to relieve my sexual urges, ease my stress, and help me feel at ease again.
After about a year and a half, just as roses eventually wither, the rose-shaped toy Jessica gave me broke. Since sex toys can’t be repaired, I bought a new one and started my new life anew. Only then did I realize that it wasn’t just a toy, but a way for me to reconnect with my body and emotions. Finally, to all the girls out there: “If you’ve gone through a similar phase, maybe it can help you too.”
