Just one job...
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Posted:Jun 1, 2021 11:46 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 2:50 am 2941 Views
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Phone rings, voice on the other end “I’ve sent you picture, you know what do”
I at the photo, a rather small, lovely sleek vibrator on my bedsheets.
The voice continues “’s up you, ’s all about me tonight, I have to cum”
Slightly taken aback I reply “but I always try to make sure you’re satisfied, ’s not my fault you’re so good at masturbating me, I’m human and when starts very hard stop”.
“A woman has needs” is the answer to that. Full stop. No argument.
To understand why this phone was made you have understand the lead up.
Female, 40s, suffering from restless leg syndrome (medical advice sought and medication prescribed), mental health issues, depression specifically, (medical advice sought, medication prescribed) and most likely menopause (medical advice sought, nothing prescribed).
I have tried over the months various ways of ensuring aforementioned female attains satisfaction, kisses, strokes, cuddling, nipple arousal, spanking, fisting (lubed of course, I’m not an animal), fellatio (forced and unforced) cunnilngus(forced and unforced), blindfolded, straight fucking, doggy style fucking, spanking while inserted in vagina(good grip on the penis with that one, hard for myself not cum) various through the day fingering , techniques (clitorial stimulation, single finger, multiple fingers), surprise fucking on the kitchen table, in the car, on a beach.
The problem isn’t in her becoming aroused, the problem is the fabled ORGASM, the pinnacle, the rising crescendo, the fulfilment of all that which makes the world o quiet, the shuddering the breathlessness the comes when it is achieved.
I’m not saying I can’t satisfy her, she herself says she almost gets then just stops, the juices dry up, the universe becomes a dark and lonely place.
I hope I can let you know later whether I succeed in my quest, I hope I can, so does she.
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Is this it ?
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Posted:May 28, 2021 11:57 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 2:50 am 3042 Views
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had started innocently enough, the usual story, a bit bored, typing random words into the search box, giggling as she put a rude one in, then feeling shocked that were 2,354,654 results for that word. For a while she never went further, scared her partner would open the history and see what she had done then chastise her for .
By accident she discovered the "private" setting, according the adverts was for buying secret gifts, she delved more closely "your browser forgets" , can do that? She tested , oh yes does !!
She repeated a few of the words and terms from before, she could watch the resulting "films" for a few minutes, at this point 's all she needed.
She visited a few websites, looking for what, she didn't know, she found "dating sites" be amusing, the "chat rooms" were drawing her them, after all these were real people, she created false profiles, opened many accounts, the responses she got were more than she hoped for (especially some of the fruity photos) she lied about herself unashamedly, taller, thinner, younger but she swore an oath to herself to never show a picture. She then started to get picky, unknowingly she'd started to aim herself at a specific type of person, Someone shared her deepest yearnings, someone could fulfill her burgeoning desires.
Looking at the adverts surrounding the "action" on screen she noticed one involving what appeared be an medieval executioner, she clicked on , her body went rigid, one hand hovering over the mouse,her faced flushed, her breath refused leave her chest, she shuddered, eyes half closed but not able leave the scene being played out in front of her.
took a few minutes before her heart rate returned to normality. Questions whizzed around her head, was that real? Do they enjoy that? How do I find out more? Do I want that to happen to me?
Yes.
She'd put it off for a few days, she logged on, double checked all the information she could find, it certainly seemed real. She hastily wrote an enquiry , nothing traceable, just a query. The response came with an invitation. All she had do was read the attachment, mentally agree, click the electronic signature and send back.
She clicked send.
A week later, as arranged, the taxi pulled up outside her door. She felt quite sick as she got inside, her chest was already quite red, the blood was pumping hard enough hear inside her head. The driver dropped her off, he'd given up trying make conversation after a couple of miles, and drove off. The distance the unassuming door wasn't long, just felt that way.
As she raised her finger the buzzer, the door opened, she was invited enter, the door closed quietly behind her. She was directed a room at the rear of the building. She removed her coat and laid down on the cold surface, goosebumps instantly covered her body.
The feel of the first binding made her body flush with heat, as the last was secured she felt beyond ecstasy.
"Oh yes definitely " she thought "this is it"
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Love or lust?
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Posted:May 28, 2021 11:42 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 2:50 am 2515 Views
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As the moon reached its zenith, He pulled his Herculean frame into the upright position. He gazed out of the shutter less window, straining his hawk like vision to pierce the velvet darkness of the shadows cast by the trees. The night was , enough make the nocturnal hunters stop to rest, even the night insects were quiet.
A low murmur reached his ear, she stirred, she breathed that quiet sleeping breath, the moonlight illuminated her face, a of contentment passed over her. Her tongue made a slow leisurely pass to moisten her full lips. He studied her expression, reliving the memory of the last couple of hours, the looks of wanton lust that shot from her eyes, the pleading utterances that sprang from mouth, the feelings of urgency that her body provided, the heat that was almost visible from between her thighs, the single tear from the corner of her eye as she reached nirvana, the shuddering body movement as she headed for the next level of pleasure, the collapse of their entwined bodies into that pile of slaked desires.
He knew in his heart that this should never have happened, others would look upon their joining with utter contempt, some would feel disgust, none could ever understand the longing, the need, the desire.
Their lives could never be the again, too many had already worked out what was happening, They would have noticed the looks, the convenient meetings, the accidental touching of skin. Gossip would spread like wildfire, how long could He deny the accusations before the truth leapt from his throat? before he would confess that all They said was true ?
He wept tears of anger, anger that They would never allow Her to be as one with Him again, never allow Her the chance to defend herself, it would be as though She had never existed, She would be wiped from memory, from history Itself.
He stared through the shutter less window again, the sky was was changing from black to pre-dawn pink, the tears were burning like acid down his cheeks, His Herculean frame shook with grief and sadness, Her body stirred once more.
He laid down to wait.
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Airing the unmentionables
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Posted:May 28, 2021 11:40 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 2:50 am 1344 Views
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With the present unusually warm weather predicted last a few more days, 's time address the "odour in the room".
I think I can safely assume that the vast majority of people know when their bodies daily functions are likely cause offence another's nasal cavities, again the vast majority of people try not draw attention others aroma simply from politeness, they will usually just stop breathing.
are others amongst us enjoy the varied bouquet that is available.
is for the those of us would like be able get some "pin money" that I write.
Type into any given internet search engine "used panties" and you will be quite surprised the results, you don't have even be on the so called "dark web" to find out what can be purchased !
are several subcategories available,
"Daily"- describes the standard use of standard underwear on a standard day.
"Weekend"- describes the use of underwear over a slightly more active period of time (worn constantly for a period of no less than 36 hours).
"Exercise" - describes underwear worn throughout a series of extreme physical exercises for a period of no less than 96 hours (the time relates exercise so may take up 28 days reach the goal hours stated).
"Happy time"- describes underwear worn before, during and after the act of coitus.
"Specialist"- describes underwear worn during an attack of "montezumas revenge" (normal dispatched your door via the cunning use of dry ice, vacuum seals and lead lined shoe boxes)
are so many more available !!!!!
As a responsible adult I feel is my duty volunteer as head negotiator between yourself and the purchaser. I guarantee that I will try my utmost to match your own personable's with a buyer will treat your unmentionables with the respect they deserve.
I will pass on yourself any and all rewards generated by the sale of aforementioned knickers (less handling charge and office expenses).
In a time when climate change is all the rage, let's do something stop the use of so many cleaning products and help protect the dolphins, whales and whatever other seaborne creatures are popular at the time of writing.
"So don't delay, wear them for more than day"
I reserve the right refuse acceptance of freshly laundered items as my dustbin is quite full at the moment.
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This day
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Posted:May 25, 2021 12:22 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 2:50 am 1040 Views
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The day arrived, to the majority of people it was like the hundreds that had passed before, to a few it was a celebration, to a specific couple it was the culmination of a quest that had started many months ago.
They arrived in the room, smiles and grins from those around them, everyone was happy for them, although there was no way they could imagine the trials and tribulations that the central couple had gone through, the arguments, accusations and tears that had been thrown in their direction.
It had all started innocently enough, just two people talking, joking their way through the days, sharing “in jokes”, confiding in each other their hopes, dreams and fears. It had taken a long time for them to pluck up the courage to say the way they felt, but once the words were launched from their lips they knew there was no turning back the clock or laughing while saying “fooled you”.
It had taken yet more time for them to finally makes their feelings “physical”, of course there had been the flirty looks and chat, the “accidental” bodily contact, a stolen kiss here or there, but as their bodies joined they knew this was it , playground jollity was finished, grown up time had started.
They had tried to keep it all secret, for fear of causing or being hurt, in the end it was just too difficult to hide, when they moved near each other it was with the confidence of “a couple”, they were almost caught out a few times but somehow managed to “blag” their way through it (with the added bonus of being a little exciting) , it was ,in hindsight, the golden time of their burgeoning relationship, nothing was off limits (verbally or otherwise) , their self confidence swelled, their feelings became more intense.
Eventually things came to a head, their relationship could either continue or collapse. They chose to continue, the consequences were hard to deal with but not unexpected, once they went public the people they cared about most rallied round and helped defend them from the onslaught of spiteful views and opinions. At one point they had tried to keep count if the number of times they heard “of course I knew something was going on” but gave up after the 23rd time of hearing it.
Their circle of friends altered, but they had each other and that’s what really mattered. The sense of freedom they felt was undeniable, they knew they’d made the right decision all those months ago.
Today was the day that they would finally show the world they were together...
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Interlude
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Posted:May 24, 2021 8:52 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2022 6:51 am 1284 Views
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Their hands clasped in each other’s , they walked slowly against the gentle wind, along the sunset illuminated shoreline towards where their car was parked.
He slowed his pace and nudged her towards the sand dunes, she looked quizzicality at the smirk that was creeping across his face, giggled girlishly, pulled her hand free of his and ran towards them, he counted to three and set off after her, his passion surging.
She reached the dunes, threw herself into a dip, almost laughing out loud, and crouched low awaiting his arrival.
He crested the dune he’d seen her disappear behind, looked around then saw her on all fours in the sand.
She looked straight at him, lifted her skirted bottom higher and laughed.
They emerged from the dunes , 30 minutes later, arms around each other, kissing like newlyweds, giggling like giddy schoolchildren.
Seconds later a came bounding past them, a red faced man chasing after it, they both laughed uncontrollably realising the absolute embarrassment they just managed to miss.
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Lonely
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Posted:May 21, 2021 2:32 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 2:50 am 1168 Views
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“Jealous ?” He asked “me jealous? Of course I am, of the time when we’re not in each other’s company, of the wind that touches your hair and face, of the life you lead when we’re apart, of the things you see, of the experiences you’ve had, of what you hide, of what you are”.
He paused
“I know we can’t be with each other 24/7 but when we are together all I desire is your closeness, your smile, your looks of confidence, the feelings of trust you radiate. There are times when all I desire is to look at you, to take in the contours of your face, and to know that you feel the same way”.
He sniffed her aroma
“Even that faint waft of perfumed air you leave behind when you walk by is sometimes enough to make my heart skip a beat and make me happy for several hours, I don’t feel the need for food or drink, when we are close my world is as bright and cheery as a summers day, when you depart the grey storm clouds arrive and take all the colours away”
He paused again , read through what he’d written, then pressed
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