I found this at bendoverboyfriend and all I can say is ‘Yes please!’

 

 

Another very effective milking technique to drive a man insane with desire.  You just have to be careful that you never, ever touch the head of his penis.  It’ll be extremely sensitive, and if you touch it, he’s likely to instantly explode with orgasm. You can grab hold of the shaft of his penis, and even stroke it a bit, just don’t touch the head or anywhere near it.  If a man has a small penis, like my hubby’s, it might mean that you don’t touch his penis at all.

 

The idea is to not let him cum, and prolong the session.  Drag it out.  Take your time.  Relish in his frustration, his desperate pleas, and erotic suffering.  You just slowly massage his prostate with your finger… you kind of flick your finger up like you’re saying “come here”, or you can use a special dildo called an Andros that has a special curve and a knob on the end that is designed to hit his prostate just right… and do it until his penis starts leaking semen. 

 

That’s how you milk his balls.  Once his penis starts leaking… and it will typically leak out slowly in small drips and dribbles… you just keep milking him like that until it empties his balls.  Typically it might take 20-30 minutes.  You’ll be amazed at how much cum leaks out.  It’s kinda freaky.

 

With enough experience… and a little technique and patience… you can actually “milk him” by fucking him with a strap-on.  The best strap-on to use for this purpose is a medium size one that has a bit of a curve to it and has a big head but has a thinner shaft behind the head so the head stays in his ass and hits his prostate while you fuck him with it. 

 

I’ve learned how to milk my hubby’s balls quite effectively this way.  But it took a while to get the technique just right. Now, after a good strap-on session, there’s usually a large wet puddle of sticky goo underneath him where it’s all leaked out. 

 

But strangely, he doesn’t really cum that way, it’s not like a real orgasm where he spurts his cum all over.  To hear him describe it, and from what I’ve read about it, it’s not really sexually pleasurable for a man.  It’s more frustrating than pleasurable.  Like intensely frustrating.  My hubby describes it as getting close to cumming… getting close… getting close… getting really close… and then “OH FUCK!”… not being able to cum. 

 

All of which, of course, keeps him on edge and wanting to please me.  You should see how anxious he is to lick out my cunt after a good strap-on session.  Like he’s never tasted pussy before, and can’t get enough. 

 

Believe me, when he’s in that “zone”, he’ll pretty much do anything for you, especially if you give him the idea that you’ll let him cum if he does.  That’s usually when I like to tease my hubby about some of my wilder fantasies. 

 

 

“Are you gonna suck a cock for me someday, sweetie?”

“Uhhhhh… ummmm… what?”

“I’m sorry.  Did you wanna cum tonight, sweetie?”

“Yes!”

“So… are you gonna suck a cock for me someday?”

“You really want me to do that?”

“Yes, I do.”

“If that’s what you want…”

“It is what I want. So are you gonna do it for me someday?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmmm… that’s a good PussyBoy.”

“I want to be a good PussyBoy for you.”

“I know you do, sweetie.  And I’m so proud of you.  Are you gonna suck a nice big black cock for me someday, and let him cum in your mouth?”

Hesitation.  Then “yes ma’am, if that’s what you want me to do.”

“Even if he cums a lot?”

“I’ll try, if that’s what you want me to do.”

“It is what I want you to do, sweetie.  I want you to feel what it’s like to suck cock.  To taste it.  To feel the heat of the meat in your mouth.  Are you going to swallow all the cum, like a good PussyBoy, or are you going to let it drip on the carpet?”

“I’ll swallow it all.”

“Do you know what will happen if you let any of it drip on the carpet?”

Hesitation.  “Yes.  I won’t let it drip.  I promise.”

“That’s a good boy.  Will you thank him afterwards, for letting you suck his big cock.”

“Yes.”

“Will you tell him how good it tasted, and how much you liked it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to suck black dick for me, whenever I want you to?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Will you suck Johnny’s cock for me?”

“Yes.”

“Will you suck it and get it hard so he can fuck me with it?”

“Yes.”

“The next time I’m out of town, and Johnny wants a blowjob, are you going to suck it for him?”

“You don’t really want me to do that, do you?”

“Of course I do.  I want him to turn you into a little cocksucker.  I think you’d be good at it.”

“Oh God… can I please cum?”

“I don’t know, that depends.  Are you going to suck Johnny’s cock and let him treat you like a bitch?”

“Yes.  If that’s what you want me to do. Can I just please cum?  Please?  I’ll do anything for you.”

“I know you will, sweetie.  I know you will.  You’re such a good little PussyBoy, aren’t you.”

“I try to be, for you.”

“Is it OK if I tell Johnny how much you like getting fucked in the ass?”

 

sss

This is the picture that’s been on our desktop for the past week…

 

 

Then a couple of days ago one of my favourite Tumblr-bloggers, Glitter Muff, featured the same picture on her site. I’m a huge fan of erotic flash-fiction and her skillage in the genre is amazing.

 

Considering that cuckolding has been very much on our minds lately, it’s not surprising that I saw something different than Muffy did. When I looked at this picture I saw a wedding night.

 

The woman is an ethical slut. She enjoys the company of a great many people. She’s not at all embarrassed by her lifestyle choice and is upfront about it with all those she plays with. The man watching was one of her lovers. He became smitten and tried to woo her. She thought he was sweet and enjoyed the time she spent with him, but had no interest in being wooed. He lavished gifts on her and pleaded with her to marry him.  He’s intelligent, funny, wealthy and a wonderful lover, but she knows herself and monogamy is simply not an option. He is not deterred.

 

Finally, she tells him what it would take to marry him. She gets to continue to fuck who she wants, when she wants and where she wants…including in their bed. He, on the other hand, will only be allowed to have sex with her. She gets to decide who the best man will be and she gets to fuck him on their wedding night while the groom watches.

 

He agrees to all her conditions. He doesn’t actually meet his best-man until the wedding rehearsal. Explaining to his mother why this man, who no one seems to know, is her sons best man is awkward. 

 

Speaking of cuckold weddings…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ asked me once if I ever worried about her leaving me for a play-partner. I said ‘no’, but had a hard time explaining why not. This quote comes close…

 

“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.” ~Veronica A. Shoffstall

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I must admit that I’m having a tough time wrapping my head around the fact that in six months the bakery will be closed and I’ll need to find another job.

 

 

 

 My always helpful uncle sent me this today…

 

A retired man went into the Job Centre in downtown Nanaimo British Columbia and saw a card advertising for a Gynaecologist’s Assistant. Interested, he went in and asked the clerk for details. The clerk pulled up the file and read, “The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, then apply shaving foam and gently shave off the hair, and then rub in soothing oils so they’re ready for the gynecologist’s examination. The annual salary is $85,000/year, and you’ll have to go to Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.”

“Good grief, is that where the job is?”

“No sir, that’s where the end of the line is right now.”

 

 

Personally, I think I’d like to work at a company like this…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

A forward from Uncle Don…

I’ve been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best “birth” story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back.

When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame.  Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.

She holds up a snapshot of an infant. ‘This is Luke, my baby brother, and I’m going to tell you about his birthday.’

‘First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom’s stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.’

She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I’m trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.

‘Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, ‘Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!’ Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. ‘She walked around the house for, like an hour, ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)

‘My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on the car like the Domino’s man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.’ (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall)

‘And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!’ (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)

‘Then the middle wife starts saying ‘push, push,’ and ‘breathe, breathe’. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother.. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom’s play-center, (placenta) so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there.’

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat I’m sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it’s show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another ‘Middle Wife’ comes along.

 

Did I ever tell you about Miss Moore, my grade 2 teacher?  She was beautiful and she often wore very short skirts (this was probably 1969-70) Anyway, I always tried to sit right behind the slowest kid in class because Miss Moore would bend over his desk to help and I would get the best view.

 

Cheers,

sss

The week after our first (very satisfying) visit with Lord Batsu and his lovely wife, ♀ & I each received the following email…

 

Ok you two, I’m thinking of a few things for your next visit.  I have some ideas, places and persona’s to meet and greet.

I will be making attire suggestions and we can discuss through emails what you have or need to get to get into the role and play the part.

The trick is I want each of you to keep it a secret from the other.  Only I will know what you both will look like before you get here and each of you will only see the other dress up when I ask you to come and play.

I don’t think it will be too much of a stretch for you two to comply with my request.

Are you game?
Lord _Batsu

 

Now that sounds fun and exciting, but we’ve always tried not to keep secrets from each other. We decided since we were both keeping the same kind of secret we could make an exception. I knew this would be much harder for ♀ than it would be for me. She’s a terrible secret keeper. Seriously, this is a woman who if she’s really excited about that perfect gift she’ll invent a special occasion so she can give the gift early.

 

Well the emails started and it became apparent right away that I had pretty much everything Lord Batsu wanted me to wear and Okusan Bitch had pretty much nothing he asked for. This makes sense because we’ve been exploring and developing and dressing the sss persona for a long time. Okusan Bitch is so new we don’t even know what she’s going to be into.  So ♀ had to do a lot of shopping. This caused two problems. First, it was very difficult for ♀ to make purchase decisions without discussing it with me and second, making clothing decisions especially the type of clothing she’d never purchased before without her sissy-husbands input I know was a huge challenge.

 

I must say she has done very well. I’ve only seen one piece of clothing and really, my seeing it was beyond her control. Lord Batsu asked us both to send him dressed up pictures. With her gibbled shoulder there was no way for her to get into this particular garment so I had to help her do it up. The only other information we’ve shared is I was told that I am dressing for OB and she is the one I have to please. Okusan Bitch was told that she will be there to please Him.

 

FYI taking sexy pictures of yourself and by yourself while in costume is really freakin’ difficult.

 

 

OK, now I’m starting to get excited. We leave Saturday for an overnight visit with Lord & Lady Batsu and from there we leave for our very first trip to Las Vegas!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I have an American cousin. She was raised a Catholic. Judging from emails like this one I think she may have strayed off the path.

 In her radio show, Dr Laura Schlesinger recently stated:
“As an Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstances.”

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The following response is an open letter to Dr. Laura, penned by a US resident, which was posted on the Internet.  It’s funny, as well as informative:
Dear Dr. Laura:

Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God’s Law.  I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can.  When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination … End of debate.

 

I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some other elements of God’s Laws and how to follow them.

 

1. Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations.  A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians.  Can you clarify?  Why can’t I own a Canadian?
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2. I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7.  In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?
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3. I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of Menstrual uncleanliness – Lev.15: 19-24.  The problem is how do I tell?  I have tried asking, but most women take offense.
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4. When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord – Lev.1:9.  The problem is my neighbors.  They claim the odor is not pleasing to them.  Should I smite them?
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5. I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath.  Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death.  Am I morally obligated to kill him myself, or should I ask the police to do it?
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6. A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination, Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality.  I don’t agree.  Can you settle this?  Are there ‘degrees’ of abomination?
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7. Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight.  I have to admit that I wear reading glasses.  Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle-room here?
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8. Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27.  How should they die?
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9. I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?
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10. My uncle has a farm.  He violates Lev.19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend).  He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot.  Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? Lev.24:10-16.  Couldn’t we just burn them to death at a private family affair, just like we do with the people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)
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I know you have studied these things extensively and thus enjoy considerable expertise in such matters, so I’m confident you can help.
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Thank you again for reminding us that God’s law is eternal and unchanging.
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Your adoring fan,

James M. Kauffman,
Ed.D. Professor Emeritus, Dept. Of Curriculum, Instruction, and Special Education University of Virginia
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It would be a damn shame if we couldn’t own a Canadian

One of my uncles, an avid golfer sent me this…

 

One day last week three people sent me three different emails about panties.  Only one of those people knows that I really like panties.

I don’t like these. I think they totally miss the point…yes yes, I know the ‘point’ goes in that silly little tube. What I mean is that tube makes them not ‘girly’ and that’s the whole point (for me at least) to want to wear pretty panties. Well, that and the fact that ♀ tossed out all of my man undies. I could maybe sort of see it if the tube was the same colour and fabric and held my junk in a pretty package or maybe if  it was made out of hard plastic so it could act as a kind of cock cage, but the way it is now doesn’t appeal to me in the least.

 

 

The next email was about Shreddies, the flatulence filtering underwear. Apparently it uses an activated carbon cloth that filters odors. The only reason I’m mentioning it here is the day we were driving home from our little holiday and it took 6.5 hours instead of 3.5 hours…well, I don’t know what ♀ had been eating at her dad’s house, but holy doodle she could have used some carbon filtering. And, yes she will kick my sorry ass for telling you that.

 

The third ‘panty’ email was a forward…

 

A frustrated wife buys a pair of crotchless panties in an attempt to spice up her dead sex-life.
She puts them on, together with a short skirt and sits on the sofa opposite her husband.
At strategic moments she uncrosses her legs … enough times till her husband says…

“Are you wearing crotchless panties?”
“Y-e-s,” she answers with a seductive smile.

“Thank God for that… I thought you were sitting on the cat.

 

 

 

And the final panty offering tonight comes from Slip of a Girl.  She didn’t actually email me this, but she probably just forgot…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

from my inbox…

A young man moved out from home and into a new apartment all his own. He went proudly down to the lobby to put his name on his mailbox.
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While there, an stunning young lady came out of the apartment next to the mailboxes, wearing only a robe.
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The boy smiled at the young woman and she started up a conversation with him.
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As they talked, her robe slipped open, and it was obvious that she had nothing else on. The poor kid broke into a sweat trying to maintain eye contact.
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After a few minutes, she placed her hand on his arm and said, ‘Let’s go to my apartment, I hear someone coming.’
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He followed her into her apartment; she closed the door and leaned against it, allowing her robe to fall off completely.
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Now nude, she purred at him, ‘What would you say is my best feature?’
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Flustered and embarrassed, he finally squeaked, ‘It’s got to be your ears.’
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Astounded, and a little hurt she asked, ‘My ears?!?!?”
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Look at these breasts; they are a full 38 inches and 100% natural.
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I work out every day and my ass is firm and solid. I have a 28 inch waist. Look at my skin – not a blemish anywhere.
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How can you think that the best part of my body is my ears?’
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Clearing his throat, he stammered ….
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‘Outside, when you touched my arm and said you heard someone coming, that was me……’

 

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