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Feather Snapper
I thought it was so cute and was the perfect accessory for any party! That’s another reason I was so mad to have gotten it taken from me!
Explore the pleasure possibilities with this delightful sensual feather with little leather snappers hidden in the center. Two products for the price of one. Have you been naughty or nice?
Now this is a powerful toy. It’s the best lifelike action you have ever seen. The Ultimate has seven high-tech functions and six speeds that control thrust, pulse and throbbing. Plus, it’s got a high-powered butterfly for intense stimulation of the clit. It even has glowing controls! It’s 10 3/4” in length, 1 9/16” in diameter.
(You need four AA batteries to make the bad boy do the deed).
Yeah, it does the job nicely.
As the Night of Hell in Long Island unfolded, I went along with my presentation and things were going swimmingly for a time. I was passing out the toys and various lotions and powders – one or two at a time from one end of the room to the other end. I was patiently giving massages with the Super Deluxe Smitten and the RomantaTherapy Alluring body lotion. I was numbing people’s lips with the strawberry flavored Nipple Nibbler, which can be used on your nipples for more plumpness. It also works as a chap stick, but it is not vagina friendly. For the clit, you can try the Tasty Tease instead. People seemed to be having fun. They even stopped yelling for the toys for and settled down a bit.
I’m not quite sure when it started to go bad. I think people were just beginning to get tired and just more drunk (calm before the storm) as the night wore on. Hence the real reason for the temporary lull. And I started to have to talk louder and louder over them towards the end. It was only supposed to be half an hour but ended up going to about an hour because there were so many people going in and out of the room who asked me to repeat certain things. That is where I should also have asked Marian, the hostess to control the crowd a bit – if they missed something we could go back to it later. Yeah, now I’m coming up with all these ideas. If was just frustrating and easy to get flustered, though I did handle it well for a while – just that it all fell apart like a cheap suit (!) nearing the end. And I know I was losing the crowd a little, but I started to hand out more vibrators, which they all seemed to like, though some were impatient for their turn. I needed an assistant for crowd control or passing things around so I could attend to the people who were ready to buy NOW.
I too was eager to get to the purchases, but people started to get up. And I tried explaining again that they have to fill out the form – well the only reason I didn’t do it before I started to presentation was because they were already tired then! See, it was a recipe for disaster from the beginning. A big problem was that I was trying to keep them stimulated from the beginning and then later while attending to those who were ready to buy.
My mistakes were numerous.
At some point, Tashala (the bitch!) came back around and I asked her for my feather toy. Not surprisingly, she wouldn’t give the toy back. Another mistake! I should not have asked (another stupid mistake). I should have either stopped the party or told the hostess to get it, but I was trying not to ruin the mood and I guess I was more shocked then I really should have been. Obviously in her state she was going to be as rude as she could be – then she could just blame it on the alcohol and say, “that is not like me at all, I just got carried away,” and that was exactly what she did. The closest thing to an apology, but did I ever get my payment? She’s good for it, and I’m good for it is all I heard from the hostess and from Tashala. By the time I realized she had left, she was calling Marian the hostess back and Marian had to ask her if she left with the toy.
Not concerning myself terribly with the feather toy (not imagining Tashala had actually left – but hell of course next time I will say, “The toy back in my hand or I put everything away immediately and the party ends!”), I went about the business of putting my Magic Monarch, Jelly Osaki, Pink Passion and Gigi (masturbation sleeve) away along with the Nubby G (G spot locator with nubs at the bottom of the shaft). I certainly did not want to lose any of that.
For a moment I panicked for the Gigi. While it may have been a false alarm for the Gigi, maybe that should have reminded me that I had brought out the Ultimate Stroker too! And that one was unopened… so nice and brand new, fresh and ready for anyone to use!
I put all my toys away, or so I thought. The Ultimate Stroker was definitely not put away and the person who had it was probably gone too – snuck out like a rat – or perhaps had it in their bag and smiled at me sheepishly, while saying goodbye, without me realizing it!
Now I was ready for the sales. And lo and behold I get a guy who wanted to bargain with me! He put is like so, “I’m doing you a favor – to make sure you get the sale.” He wanted to get a $10 discount on two items that combined to less than $30! I mean come one. And I was just losing control more and more by the minute. I ended up not charging him for shipping. But for what? I guess I felt I kind of had no choice, but hell, I should have gotten some balls right at that moment and reminded him that this is my source of income (not my only source but as far as anyone’s concerned and the whole reason for me doing the party to begin with – but no everyone has a sob story – even for sex toys) and just said “NO” to him!
He kept pressing me for the Love Smitten (a harder version of the Super Deluxe Smitten) at a ridiculous bargain (actually I forgot I even had a new unopened one with me!) and I refused him. So he finally paid me for his order and I moved on.
Now stupidly I continued without regrouping and just deciding to cut my losses. Why bother doing them any favors. I had started with the idea of a raffle and all I had to do was call out the ticket number which I had chosen before giving out the tickets (allowing people to randomly grab them so no I did not see who would have the winning number). And I proceeded to read the number out loud. Given the disastrous turn of events, even already at this time – 5 purchases totaling under $300! – I should have read a false number. Screw that, why should they get anything?? And then I still could have given a tiny prize for the raffle, but I felt like they were under whelmed and so I wanted to leave with a wow maybe? I did not have my thinking cap on or my business cap on because frankly I was exhausted. And so for some reason trying to please people with my presentation in all the wrong ways, I gave out the Love Mitten which probably would have been better just to keep for myself or hell I should have sold it to that guy for twice as much. It just all happened so fast, and rather than stop myself I just wanted to run away and so in a way rushed through the last half hour I was there without thinking things through better. I felt bombarded by everyone. I don’t know, maybe I was intimidated. This was my biggest party ever. And some people seemed rather sweet; maybe it confused me because there were others that were such assholes I almost just wanted to gain some alliances. Or maybe I felt obligated to finish absolutely everything I set out to do from the beginning. I was a slave to my own plan in a way. Maybe I’m not so good on the fly when money is involved. And certainly not being used to this type of business practice… How could I have made so many mistakes?
Now as soon as the guy saw the raffle winner get the toy he wanted in a raffle, he gave me the most evil look! And I merely shrugged my shoulders and said, “I can’t help it. She won it. Sorry.” But he didn’t even deserve my apologies. Though if my head were in the right business mode, I would have given her a tiny lotion and sold the Love Smitten to him!
And it wasn’t until after the raffle that I noticed my Ultimate Stroker was missing.
I started my presentation around 10pm and didn’t leave till after midnight.
Getting up to the train was another disaster. In my mind, I would grab the handles of the suitcases on wheels that contained all my belongings and just pull from behind me as I entered the escalator. That didn’t quite work as the red luggage toppled over and the handles of the bag that sat on top of it broke. So I tied the leather handles of that bag tightly onto the metal/plastic handles of the red luggage. Then I tried again. I placed the black luggage in front of me and moved the red one behind me. That didn’t quite work either. I nearly fell over the front one as the back one pushed me when the escalator moved forward. All the while my “helpful” driver was just watching me and asking if she could help. It was pretty embarrassing actually and even though I could have used the help, I didn’t even know where to start. The red luggage fell again but seemed to be stuck in one place. So I just told her I had it and that I would pick the stuff up at the top of the stairs so she need not worry about me. But I knew it was all pretty damn precarious.
Once I got closer to the top of the stairs, I could tell that the luggage in front of me was not budging. Not only had it jammed at a weird angle, it was extremely heavy. So my idea of tossing it over the top of the escalator as I got to the edge wasn’t really my best option. No, going up those escalators was not my brightest moment. Somehow I became stuck at the top. My arms had no strength left in them and I helplessly watched as the leather straps of the smaller bag (which sat on the red luggage) began to break again. And the red luggage now sat on the highest incline of the escalator. Then the leather bag started to spill out all the folders it contained.
Not to lose yet more of my belongings, I bent over to grab the folders as quickly as possible (it’s possible I was somehow able to secure them a little), but seconds after realized I might be in danger of toppling over myself. So I threw the folders over the top of the staircase and then jumped over the black luggage in front of me so that at least I could be out of the danger zone myself. Then immediately after jumping over I turned back to grab more folders. As it turns out they weren’t going anywhere. They were pretty jammed against the escalator wall and at the same time getting chewed up by the escalator’s teeth.
I got scratched up but finally got all the folders onto the platform. Then with the last bit of strength I found somehow, I pulled out the red and black suit cases and gathered around my mess to pick it all up.
I did see some people there, but they were too busy minding their own business so I tried to simply assess the damage. Finally I got all the folders and crap I had with me in one place and sat down. The folders suffered minimal damage (some torn up some with foot prints all over) all things considered.
I felt almost lifeless at that point. Waiting for the train for about an hour made me rethink a lot of things. And I called Lex and he comforted me. And I waited some more for the train.
Exhausted though I was I stayed awake through the whole ride (probably another hour) – not wanting to wake up with all my shit gone!
At Penn Station I made my way along the platform, only to stop dead in my tracks at an escalator. As if I was reliving a Pavlovian nightmare, I couldn’t move forward. No way I was getting on the escalator again. So I started to search for an elevator. A man noticed me and, figuring what I was looking for, assured me that there was an elevator at the other end of the platform. I followed him for a couple of minutes and it seemed eerily quiet all around me (at this point it was past 2am). So, I stopped once again and thought, “No way, you’re going from the fire into the frying pan! This man might mean you harm. Think! There’s no one around. You’re going to have to force yourself up the escalator again. That’s your only choice!” And also, “Am I about to get assaulted??” That did cross my mind. So I rushed back to the escalator telling the man thank you and that I would find another way. Luckily part of it was only my paranoid thoughts (though I still think it WAS SAFER to just head back to the escalator) because the man offered to help me up the escalator. So I hesitantly let him grab one of the suit cases (he could still steal my shit! Come on, this is New York. You can’t underestimate anyone!). And he safely got me up the stairs. Finally, I met a Good Samaritan.
So here I was, still alive. Ready to take the train home (yes another one!). And at that moment I just thought fuck this. I’m taking a taxi the rest of the way. And even though I started to make a plan for how I would get myself to the 1 or the E and then transfer at a station with an elevator for the L, I just gave up the fight and got out into the street for a sweet ride home! Eating up more of my measly profits on the way, I couldn’t be more relieved to just be able to sit back.
I made it home after 3am.
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Several calls and emails to Tashala and Marian trying to get payment for my feather toy – two months later. Tashala insisted that the check was in the mail, even though I initially asked for a credit card number. I shouldn’t even have given her my address. I even started to get paranoid about that. Because I imagined harassing her for the money, yet not knowing where she lives she could more easily come over to me and threaten me back more seriously (? Don’t know where my head was?). Hell – what was I going to do to enforce any of my requirements! The company doesn’t help in that situation. How can they really? And I certainly didn’t have time to knock at their doors. It would cost me more than the toy to go back and forth to Long Island! I still don’t have the payment for my feather toy and no of course Marian never found my Ultimate Stroker.
And I never heard from anyone else from that party even though they said they were interested in more (products, parties, even becoming consultants themselves). I guess when they saw that my shit was stolen they decided to be smarter than I was and not bother with this shit.
I got a ride to the LIRR station, but that was almost the only bit of luck. That and I guess not getting robbed and well, I made it home in one piece. None the worse for wear. No, that type of party situation is not what I ever bargained for! At least the night of hell in Long Island was finally over.
I should have seen this coming…
When a friend told me that she knew someone who wanted to have a sex toys party along with a Candle Light party, my initial instinct was, umm… I don’t think so. There were so many reasons I could think of why it wouldn’t work. The first one was that it would be the wrong crowd for my line of products. I mean, sure candles can be very sexy, but somehow it seemed like that would draw some little old ladies. And of course, you’re asking the potential customers to stretch their budget between TWO stores and it would just be unnecessary competition. Unfortunately, since I had not had a party in a while, I thought A Party was better than None. I didn’t focus on the other red flags.
Basically what I walked into was a recipe for disaster and what I thought were challenges I was supposed to face, where actually just me shooting myself in the foot so that I could prove I could take the pain. My true challenge, which I failed, had been to be strong enough to refuse the party, especially once I found out if was in Long Island.
It took me so long to prepare, I ended up calling in sick for work just to set up. I was told there were going to be 50 people attending. A mix of men and women. Not my normal crowd, but hey, it sounded like a great opportunity. I almost wonder if I was being greedy, but hey, am I supposed to be intimidated by the fact that there were so many people?? I’m sure there have been parties like this or other product demos with that many and more parties and it’s not called being greedy – it’s just called doing business.
Even my friend bailed when she found out it was in Long Island. I should have taken that out! Should’a, would’a, could’a…
Another big red flag was that my aunt was supposed to drive me there and pick me up, or so I thought. As she was helping me get my stuff in the car and make some final preparations (stuffing envelops with new catalogs and order forms – A week before the party I realized I didn’t have enough catalogs and had my aunt bring me some as I would not be able to get new ones in time – it was like something out of newbie central), my aunt said, “I didn’t say I would pick you up,” after I mentioned around what time I would be ready for her to come get me… Now that was a shock to my system. At this point I could have faked an injury – or just man up and say well things fell through and I must unavoidably cancel – I was trying to not be the one who said she’d be there and then flaked out at the last minute. I really hate being that person and I didn’t want to disappoint my friend since she got me the gig. Still, what the hell did I owe anyone? The truth is I could have just eaten crow later about it and then next time not let a friend get me a gig. It would have been preferable to have taken shit from my friend for a little while then what did transpire. Well, instead of being firm and said NO! Stop the clock! This is NOT HAPPENING! and realizing that this was an insane expedition, I swallowed the butterflies in my stomach and pressed onward. Hell, with two perfectly good suitcases on wheels, this should be almost a piece of cake!
There’s a thin balance in saying no between being the stubborn brat who says, “I can’t,” or “I won’t,” and being the decisive adult who says, “I can’t,” or “I won’t. Perhaps sometimes I worry too much about others respecting my decisions. Although I admire flexibility in person, I have a lot of respect for people who stick to their guns without expressing a lot of doubt. Regardless, I made my choices and I have to live with that.
I’m not sure at what point it became a comedy of errors, but it just seemed like one bit of ridiculous nonsense after another once it all started to fall apart. If only I could have watched it all unfold from the distance. In the car I began to practice my demo and it all seemed like it was actually going to work out.
As soon as I got there my aunt seemed a little worried… I don’t know if she had some sixth sense about it or her own prejudices were giving her the jitters, but at that moment I should have practiced a bit of her skepticism. That would be my last chance to get out unscathed. My aunt even offered to stick around. Unfortunately my nerves took everything the wrong way. In my mind I thought I was answering a question of whether I was strong enough to do this on my own… either that or I knew I was too weak to do a winning presentation and didn’t want to flail in front of my dear aunt. Would want her to think she had something to be proud of. What I should have been doing was swallowing my pride and accepted her last offer to help.
As she left, she continued to look back over her shoulder. I thought, “Now is the time. Either sink or swim.” And I felt a kick of, “Damn at least let me do a good enough job. I think I can, I think I can… let’s go woman get to it.” And so I began my night of hell in Long Island.
I was supposed to start at 8pm. The candle person hadn’t even started yet and it was just after 730pm. So I was offered some margaritas (no I did not partake, well perhaps just a sip, but I absolutely did not have more than a sip… that path I knew was wrong – not because I don’t love to drink, but because I wanted my wits about me at all times. At least I did that right). Everyone around me was drinking. They seemed pleasant enough so I grabbed a few crackers and grapes and my margarita and sat down, just trying to start a conversation with anyone really, but mostly looking at my index cards just to make sure when it came to my turn I had everything organized.
It got to be pretty exhausting actually. I probably didn’t even start until about 930 or 10pm! Well, finally it was my turn. At this point everyone was restless and they seemed to think I was there to perform a sex show. Some people were shouting bring out the toys. Tashala, a slightly inebriated, slightly flirtatious, slightly obnoxious woman, approached me. My first mistake during my presentation (even though every instinct told me this woman was probably a real bitch) was to let her hold my feather toy. Naively, I thought it would calm her down and keep her from becoming a troublemaker…
On the day of our date, I was pretty confident that it (the date) would actually happen. Oddly enough, we hadn’t spoken. But we had confirmed by text. Although we hadn’t contacted each other the previous night, which I usually like to do just to remind the girl and make sure she knows I am still interested, it seemed okay this time. This girl was different. She didn’t need my reassurance. Just the same, I try to follow up whenever I can. So, to continue in our usual fashion, I texted her.
I can’t restate enough times, though, that it’s usually very important to actually have a phone conversation because it helps to feel more comfortable with each other. There are a lot of girls who don’t actually get how important that is. I admit, sometimes I’m scared to call because I’m afraid that will be the beginning of the end if the phone conversation is awkward somehow. And when I get the most frustrated with women, I think about that because it might not be that they don’t care, rather they might be as scared as I am sometimes. Invariably when I give in to that fear it just doesn’t work out. If I can’t even bring myself to talk to the girl on the phone, then how will I have the nerve to meet her much less approach her as a sexual being and find out if we have any real chemistry together. Email and texting can of course be a way to not really confront the person.
Fortunately that was not the case here. I’ll call my text buddy Mia. Sometimes, texting is a perfect way to set things up. So I asked Mia, “Are we still on for tonight?” Now the reason I didn’t call was because we had just set the date up two days prior. So if I had called the next day, and since we had already spent a chunk of a night making out, I might have seemed needy. So I was giving her space is all. And she responded with an enthusiastic, “Of course Ma Ma.” Cute. She had that way about her – so comfortable with herself and the people around her she would be so sweet to you and she’d absolutely melt you on the spot.
As I walked to the bar I wondered which one of us would show up first. After rereading her text invitation I started to think that maybe all she wanted to do was talk. And of course I wanted to kiss her, but that might not be in the cards. If she really only wanted advice, I was willing to hep. But as soon as I saw her showing her ID to the bouncer, steps in front of me – talk about good timing – I didn’t think “just talking” was going to be enough or quite all that fair.
We were both flirtatious with the bouncer and once inside with the bartender, but I didn’t want this conversation to get out of hand to include the whole bar as an audience so I made sure to try to focus. It helped to remind Mia that I had an event to go to afterwards a few blocks away and she was welcome to join me (more like, darling, you need to come to this event with me, we’ll have lots of fun I promise). The name of it caught her interest, so she was good to go. The event was called Pleasure Salon. Now, who doesn’t want pleasure??
It wasn’t long before Mia contributed to advancing the goal of the night by showing me her recent purchase. She later confessed that she bought it specifically for tonight, but then again, maybe she was only trying to flatter me. In her purse, she had a most interesting toy. It was a nice sized strap-on. As soon as I laid eyes on it, I had to steady myself with my drink. I was a little bit shocked, but kept it together. Actually, it was definitely a good thing for her to show me what was in the bag. It gave me comfort that this temptress of a girl was not at all shy.
I don’t always ask if I can kiss a girl. In fact, I think they say, if you have to ask then you shouldn’t be doing it. And that has certainly killed the mood on a few occasions or has at least brought light to the painful awkward truth that there was never any real chemistry to begin with so stopped me dead on my tracks. Asking for a kiss isn’t always the smoothest approach. But we had established interest in each other so I had two choices. Either just kiss her, or ask her. I think because of her assertiveness, I might have suffered a momentary lapse of shyness and I didn’t want to surprise her. Then again, an overly shy person would have made me pull away more, so here I was and there she was and I just needed to cease the moment. Finally, one confident woman to another, I leaned over to her, wet my lips and almost whispered to her that I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. To be fair, I had already asked for permission the other night. And it wasn’t long before our lips were crushed against each other, our tongues dancing wildly, my hand on her neck, caressing her there, caressing her arms, her skin so soft, I couldn’t even remember where we were – right there on the bar stools with all eyes gazed on us.
When we pulled away from each other, I had to make an effort to compose myself – my body was so warm and face so flushed a sip of my drink could only help me so much. I also didn’t want Mia to feel uncomfortable and we didn’t necessarily want to make a show for every man there. But since it was our moment, we certainly didn’t let anything stop us either – whether or not anyone was watching didn’t entirely make any difference. And we threw ourselves on each other again a few times.
I asked Mia what she thought of Lex and she said he had been very nice the other night – not in the way and letting the girls have all the space they needed, but still certainly making himself a part of the mix. You know, most guys who have an opportunity to party with 5 girls are usually going to be a little creepy in the way that they hang around. But, “he was cool,” she said. Nice. I like to hear that. And we talked some more about our open relationships with our significant others and I talked to her about my boy toy, and I talked to her about serious girlfriends I’d had in the past. She told me how wonderful her husband was, and although he was away on business often, they were really good at giving each other the space they needed and then coming together with a new fervor each time they reunited. And she wanted me to meet him. From the beginning she mentioned that they had a wonderfully open relationship and it just seemed like we were echoing each other in our conversation and in our body language throughout the night.
When we finally got out of our seats, the bartender was begging us not to leave. But we had a couple more things in our agenda and we promised we would return.
We stumbled around outside in each other’s arms. Mind you, we were a little tipsy from the generous bartender’s mix, but we had our wits about us… still focused… each of us had our eye on the prize – though she never seemed to expect anything in particular, patient and carefree as she seemed, I know Mia had her mind on that toy and that was alright with me. As we kissed some more and laughed loudly we made our way to the main street, but then wandered around uncertain whether we should turn left or right to get to our next destination – people must have thought we were crazy. And I enjoyed the fact that nobody knew what fun we were really up to. I had to stop to call Lex for directions because a few blocks away didn’t seem that clear cut anymore. This, after all, was in the village, where up is down and streets can run perpendicular to the same cross street with which they eventually run parallel.
Lex, having almost arrived at our next location, inquired as to whether we were planning on making an appearance. I assured him we were on our way. We even asked someone where the place was, but the moron had not heard of it… where we were going was beyond his world. When we finally saw the lights hanging on the awning of M&R Bar like an invitation for us to continue down the stairs, I was too distracted by my lovely date to even think about composing myself. So we wandered into the place, arm in arm, still flustered from our earlier session. As soon as we entered the room, all eyes turned to the lovely new creature. Before I could stop things, I was greeted with a big warm wet kiss from a fair maiden who I’d previously taken a bath with. I didn’t want my date to get jealous so I brought the three of us together for a three-way kiss.
I introduced Mia to Lex and she soon showed him what was in the bag for the night. She showed him the toy she wanted to use on me. She wanted to make sure he took lots of pictures so she could show her husband and well, we were certainly willing to oblige. I guess there would be no more talking. There were, however, a lot of pictures. The rest of our time at the bar consisted of pose after pose. At one point, Mia was sucking on my breast. I don’t remember all the poses, but I was definitely wrapped up with this sexy vixen all night long. I definitely wanted to give my hello’s to all the familiar faces and I greeted the people I recognized, but right now I don’t really remember who else attended that Pleasure Salon. For me, at that point, it was only Mia, Lex and me having our own Pleasure Salon.
By the time we made it back to our apartment, we had our final task to complete. Meet Mia at the bar. Check. Make out – bonus! Get to Pleasure Salon. Check. Take pictures and make out some more – bonus! Have everyone staring at us with open-jaw – not necessary and I only happened to notice because it’s hard not to feel all those eyes on you – but hey, it helped fuel our fire and Mia was certainly enjoying the attention so – another bonus! Use Mia’s strap-on – well we were just about to check that off the list weren’t we?
Now, I hadn’t wanted to admit this before, especially since we were having so much fun, but I was definitely a little apprehensive about using a strap on or having it used on me since my last experience with it hadn’t been the greatest. But Mia did a great job of warming me up.
Then we drank and we danced and all the clothing came off and we paraded around the apartment giggling and grabbing at each other and kissing some more. I nibbled every part of her body – lips, neck, nipples, breasts, stomach, ass, yummy, yummy. Every part of her was absolutely delicious.
So when she wanted to prop me up I lay myself down on the coffee table (no time to go all the way into the bedroom – the time was NOW!). Then she lubed me up, and before I knew it she had my legs spread wide and was thrusting that bad boy deep inside me. I was loving every minute. Lex was getting some good pictures, umm, for Mia’s husband.
When I took her it was like a whole other game. What a way to change my mind about strap-ons. I took her to the bedroom, and as she lay down and spread out, I balanced myself to get ready for my entrance. Then I thrust the dildo inside her and so expertly held one thigh towards me, I think like I’d seen Lex do with other women. It felt so amazing I swear with every thrust I could feel some tingle. And she was going wild for it!
And all this time Lex was the well behaved photographer, except not entirely. He did find ways to insert himself now and again and I would grab him for a kiss and a spank now and again. And Mia continued to urge him to get those action shots. We needed to preserve this moment well.
Of course the fun was not over yet, because I also wanted Lex inside me, but I was willing to wait once Mia got busy sucking on his cock. I was so delighted to watch them get along and see her technique. It was like my own private porno. I never know what to expect. Some girls have gotten quite shy once they see Lex’s full potential. And to return the favor Lex eagerly lapped up Mia’s pussy as I caressed her. Mmmmm, that made me all the more wet. I imagined what it would be like when it was my turn.
And then came the inevitable question, “do you want to have sex?” and the response, “okay.” Then Lex quickly came back with the condoms. I held on to Mia as Lex stuck it to her just like I had stuck it to her earlier. There have been times when I felt very jealous at the sight of this, but there are those occasions when I feel so comfortable with the other woman that I am just happy to be able to share. And this was one of the times where I was filled with delight at having that chance to share, like a gift that I gave to Mia or a gift that Mia gave to us by agreeing to share. And the more their sweaty bodies pressed and pumped against each other, the more excited I got because we were all able to enjoy ourselves instead of competing for attention.
Once we had each taken our turn fucking Lex, we just collapsed on the bed, drained of all energy, yet glowing.
This glow even lasted into the next morning as Mia and I walked out the door and took the train together – me to work – Mia back to her own home – perhaps to email her husband about the way she spent her night.
Now, I would never say I have a sure thing in front of me, but this date – wa wa wee wa – was in the bag the whole time!