Tolani&ty
Second attempt at imagining what our transition to a better world could be like! In lesbian!
They were approaching hour fourteen of sex.
Even for them, this was excessive.
But when ty came home buoyant, bounding through each door to find Tolani and tell her the new administration was all in on their little passion project, it was impossible to keep their hands off of each other.
Five years prior to the overthrow of the State as we once knew it was when Tolani came up with the designs for her first invention. An engineer by trade and a lesbian by birth, she’d long felt the field of sex toys was suffering from a severe under-innovation problem. She and ty had amazing, intimate, connective sex when their busy schedules allowed, but Tolani had always wondered how much greater it could be if more resources were devoted to non-male pleasure.
Between projects at the automotive design factory, when she could no longer think in terms of AWD and APR, she kept her mind sharp and her interest in her craft alive by designing for her own life and community.
It began with a two-piece set: a boxer harness with internal straps for tightening…and a matching false-bottom purse for the femme with a desire to pack her partner’s nine inches in her own special way.
She’d leave her den, schematics in hand, and soon find herself straddling ty’s lap as they wrestled with her for the plans. She always held her breath, giving ty a chance to laugh at each silly idea. To tell her this one was just a bit too much. They never did. The thought that their hardworking wife wanted them—ached for them—so badly that she found solace from long days in imagining more ways for their two bodies to be together, more avenues for ty to feel pleasure, overwhelmed them. Between kisses and reassuring touches, ty would ask Tolani why she didn’t take her art seriously. Tolani would scoff at the idea that it was art, but ty was certain: the stroke of her pencil tip against the cream-colored paper of her drawing pad was nothing less. The vision she had to see what did not yet exist was nothing short of artistic vision. Strap purse? Put it in whatever the French were doing with the Louvre.
But Tolani was quick to remind her of the fact that she’d like to have a long career in her field and that being known as the lesbian sex toy designer would be a hindrance to that. ty often wished for Tolani to suspend her focus on careers and material things, but knew of the privilege in her upbringing that enabled her to think that way. Tolani grew up fearful, with constant reminders of the life of scarcity her parents knew intimately and left behind. She’d never jeopardize her career or the security her biweekly paycheck provided.
It was why she worked such long hours, hoping never to be seen as a slacker or DEI hire. It was why they were having sex every other month.
ty loved Tolani, knowing their love’s heights were limited by society’s ceiling.
Over a round of after work drinks at the local dyke bar, ty’s friend Mary let slip that Tolani’s schematics had made their way to her desk. She thought it was incredible, that this kind of innovation in industries that had lost their mandate to serve the people was what the overthrow had been all about. Even in the days before, when Mary’s transmasculinity made it hard to find acceptance in workplaces beyond seedy bars, she’d always managed to maintain a spark of hope in a better future. She bartended and bounced, but mostly she drafted Sci-Fi novels wherein she and her lesbian friends were the heroines. Tolani’s diagrams were like something out of her Sci-Fi dreams, and she couldn’t believe it was her job to help them bring it to life.
ty didn’t even tell Tolani when they submitted the draft of her latest project to the new administration.
Now that she had all the time in the world to design, apart from the 15 hours a week required to complete teaching her courseload at the engineering college, Tolani set her sights on enhancing pleasure during lesbian baby-making. A group of gay biologists were closer than ever to finding a way to create sperm from an egg and vice versa, and when she and ty were going to create new life, she was going to enjoy it.
She’d come up with several prototypes which ty would find fallen into her lap after Tolani had worked herself to sleep drawing and erasing and drawing lines again.
One morning, ty took a glance at that day’s version and knew Tolani had done it. ty took the diagrams and headed down to the central government building that they had always known as the World Trade Center and took the elevator all the way up to the Queer Life Enhancement Floor who sent them over to the Art Wing (knew it!) and finally to the So You Have A Great Idea And Want To Commit Yourself To Its Creation Program Office (where Mary now occupied a corner office) all before Tolani could wake up and voice her doubt. A doubt she struggled to shake in these early days of tomorrow.
And thank god ty did. They were approaching hour fourteen, excessive even for them, and it was clear they had much time to make up for.
Twenty might be just enough.
To start.
OBSESSED w/this world you’ve created. This was such a fun read!
This was so cool read. Now I'm going to think of all the possibilities we could have as lesbians in a better world ✨✨