In my story The Secret Window on Rue des Plaisirs, we meet Madeleine Picot, a 50-year-old Frenchwoman living in Paris in the 1900s. Poor Madeleine has never had a man, but tries to simulate what a hard cock might feel like... here is a sample to give you an idea.
At school, she had soon learned she was not an attractive girl; some were unkind enough to call her ugly. When the girls boasted of who had laboured between their legs, she stayed away from the boys,fearful of their scorn.
But she had often wondered how it wouldhave felt if one of the boys – particularly the tall boy, Jacques, from next door – had touched her down there? She had liked his long fingers and what she could sometimes see moving in his pants.
She had enjoyed little contact with men throughout her life. In the clothing factory where she had worked for many years, it was an all-female staff. As always, she listened to her factory comrade’s chatter about fucking and cocks and the way men liked it best. They talked about what pleased them personally, arguing and jesting about who was the biggest slut. Some of the girls said they liked the man on top; others said they liked to kneel for it. But was that the only way they did it? Did they ever touch themselves?
She had to remain silent. To tell them she was a virgin would have made her a laughingstock. One night, on her twentieth birthday, she took a courgette from the vegetable basket and plunged it in. She was startled by the sting, alarmed by the blood, and found no pleasure in it.
A week later, her belly twitched and her titties felt hard and le minou began to beg to feel it again. She lifted her knees and spread them wide and found that the courgette slipped into her wet hole with greater ease and without pain. She let it sit there, inserted, as she grasped her breasts hard, closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was being covered by Monsieur La Barge, the Maths teacher she had so hotly desired when she was a schoolgirl.
It was an odd feeling of fullness. So,this is what a man felt like! She took a deep breath and savoured the moment. Her belly twitched when she wriggled a little. Now she could tell the women at work she had been fucked last night. Oh, he was such a handsome devil! And such a hard cock – she knew all the things they liked to hear. But she knew in her heart they would not believe.
She took one hand down, wrapped her fingers around the courgette and began to slowly slide it in and out, seeking her depth. Sometimes she withdrew it entirely, admired its slippery coating,and enjoyed the re-entry each time. The movement made her gasp. It felt good.
She played with the courgette until her arm ached. She discovered that, when she lifted her bottom, it felt even better and she was compelled to stroke inside her thighs, but still it was not everything that le minou wanted. These triggers of pleasure had left minou ready for the final rub.
She had learned as a teenager that the hard little bump at the top loved her fingers and, if she stroked this miniature cock for a short while, her hips would lift off the bed, fireworks would burst overhead, and her belly would twist under her hand. Her whole body would melt like butter left in the sun.
Of course, Madeleine was not content with a courgette or a fire poker handle and one day she came up with an idea -- many men walked past her low window late at night. Perhaps if she stuck her bottom out, it might attract someone's attention.
Oh, it attracted a lot of attention and if you would like to read the whole story, it is available as a Kindle e-book on Amazon for only 99 cents US. Check it out on Amazon.