bait and switch man , dragging the most seductive red herrings imaginable across his page, slowly taunting his devotees in the most agonizingly pleasurable ways imaginable until they are in a state of delirious frustration. But this ... this .. . There is n o beating around the bush here. Eek! Figuratively beating around the bush, of course. Gad, now he’s got me doing it too!
Yes, this post is decidedly different. It’s direct, unequivocal, and oh so evocative. He’s an adult male who still wakes up with an erect penis, simple as that, and he’s celebrating it. For an instant, I want to disappear in my Starbucks chair so that no one can see my intense arousal. But, the feeling evaporates immediately and turns to a desire to disr obe, to dip my fingers into my Mocha , and use them to paint my nipples with the whipped cream topping. This man is doing things to me. I have never been part of the pack, never went along with the crowd, but I’m more than happy to count myself among his groupies, though I prefer the term ‘BandAids.’ Utterly unable to form a thought, let alone a sentence, I decide to chime in too.
Oh my God, that was so lame. Abort! Abort! Oh shoot, he already ‘liked’ it. I can’t delete now! The feeling of wanting to disappear into my chair returns , this time, out of sheer mortification .
I love these women – a t least Elise and Lucy. As for Kelly, well, she’s just Kelly. I am impressed how the first two are so comfortable expressing their sexuality, and in such an open forum. I wish I could be more like that. Instead I say things like, “Is it getting hot in here.” Facepalm, groan, ugh! Reading on ...
I also really admire this fellow , Ken. He never appears jealous of the inordinate attention being thrust up on Alex. Thrust? Ack, is it possible to form a thought without it including a double entendre?
Wow wow wow. I am dying to comment again, but after my last performance , I think better of it.
His last response causes me to convulse in heavenly abandon without warning, just as I did while reading about his vegetable garden last night. Only this time , it’s even more intense. I strain every muscle in my body in a desperate attempt to hide the ravishing occurring within. And I am momentarily arrested by the fear that someone may think I am having a seizure and call 911. Thank goodness I’m seated outside , alone.
At length , I settle down as my body surrenders to a bout of delightful aftershocks and a gradual fading of ecstasy. The aftermath feels much like the arousal broug ht on by foreplay, only here it i s in reverse. It starts with that magical orgasm deep in the core , and then goes to intense arousal , before it subsides into a yummy , pleasant feeling that ultimately dissolves altogether, leaving nothing but a smile and a sense of total serenity.
A classmate from Tantric Yoga struck up a lengthy conversation on touchless orgasms with me once when we were waiting for the instructor to arrive . The classmate scoffed that such an experience could be possible , and said it supposedly required some incredible level of enlightenment. I may be a far cry from the Dalai Lama, but I am here to attest that such heady physical phenomena really can happen before we ever achieve the astral plain.
If Alex only knew the effect he has. Maybe he does. Surely I am neither the first nor last woman he’s affected in such tangible ways.
I’m overcome with a feeling of gratitude for what he has done for me, for what he has done to me, for what he has aroused in me. Out of nowhere , the chakra shack has started cheering in sync, announcing a blessed event, the awakening of my kundalini.
Without thinking, I search on my computer for the chakra cheat sheet I created af ter my illicit moment with Bret – emphasis on ‘ill ’ where
Yes, this post is decidedly different. It’s direct, unequivocal, and oh so evocative. He’s an adult male who still wakes up with an erect penis, simple as that, and he’s celebrating it. For an instant, I want to disappear in my Starbucks chair so that no one can see my intense arousal. But, the feeling evaporates immediately and turns to a desire to disr obe, to dip my fingers into my Mocha , and use them to paint my nipples with the whipped cream topping. This man is doing things to me. I have never been part of the pack, never went along with the crowd, but I’m more than happy to count myself among his groupies, though I prefer the term ‘BandAids.’ Utterly unable to form a thought, let alone a sentence, I decide to chime in too.
Oh my God, that was so lame. Abort! Abort! Oh shoot, he already ‘liked’ it. I can’t delete now! The feeling of wanting to disappear into my chair returns , this time, out of sheer mortification .
I love these women – a t least Elise and Lucy. As for Kelly, well, she’s just Kelly. I am impressed how the first two are so comfortable expressing their sexuality, and in such an open forum. I wish I could be more like that. Instead I say things like, “Is it getting hot in here.” Facepalm, groan, ugh! Reading on ...
I also really admire this fellow , Ken. He never appears jealous of the inordinate attention being thrust up on Alex. Thrust? Ack, is it possible to form a thought without it including a double entendre?
Wow wow wow. I am dying to comment again, but after my last performance , I think better of it.
His last response causes me to convulse in heavenly abandon without warning, just as I did while reading about his vegetable garden last night. Only this time , it’s even more intense. I strain every muscle in my body in a desperate attempt to hide the ravishing occurring within. And I am momentarily arrested by the fear that someone may think I am having a seizure and call 911. Thank goodness I’m seated outside , alone.
At length , I settle down as my body surrenders to a bout of delightful aftershocks and a gradual fading of ecstasy. The aftermath feels much like the arousal broug ht on by foreplay, only here it i s in reverse. It starts with that magical orgasm deep in the core , and then goes to intense arousal , before it subsides into a yummy , pleasant feeling that ultimately dissolves altogether, leaving nothing but a smile and a sense of total serenity.
A classmate from Tantric Yoga struck up a lengthy conversation on touchless orgasms with me once when we were waiting for the instructor to arrive . The classmate scoffed that such an experience could be possible , and said it supposedly required some incredible level of enlightenment. I may be a far cry from the Dalai Lama, but I am here to attest that such heady physical phenomena really can happen before we ever achieve the astral plain.
If Alex only knew the effect he has. Maybe he does. Surely I am neither the first nor last woman he’s affected in such tangible ways.
I’m overcome with a feeling of gratitude for what he has done for me, for what he has done to me, for what he has aroused in me. Out of nowhere , the chakra shack has started cheering in sync, announcing a blessed event, the awakening of my kundalini.
Without thinking, I search on my computer for the chakra cheat sheet I created af ter my illicit moment with Bret – emphasis on ‘ill ’ where
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