"It is not possible" I say, as he disappears into the furthest, darkest and most awkward kitchen cupboard, screwdriver clenched between his teeth.
He is out, 4 minutes later, satisfied and victorious.
"I'm tenacious" he says, not a boast but a statement.
Later in the evening, sinking into sleep with my head tucked into his left shoulder, I dreamily realise that, in the few months since we have become lovers, I orgasm faster and with less effort on his fingers than my own.
5 comments:
nimble *and* tenacious?
lucky girl ;)
We just like to be be helpful :-)
Michael
I do always enjoy your posts tagged "masturbation", so thank you for the first one in almost a year!
As for the fingers, I'm quite envious. Service indeed...
(Although an ever-willing tongue is the organ of choice in this particular relationship....)
M in Devon
AAE - yeh, i am ;)
Michael - help & skill is a powerful combination.
M - seriously?? did i not write about masturbation for a WHOLE year? slap me. I am thinking about buying a new toy, a particular toy .. in which case i shall be overflowing with words.
Of course, of course i adore his tongue too, but i am no challenge at all orally .. even the suggestion will get me off.
ooo...Your world turns on his fingertips.
*thumbs up*
No pun intended. :)
Ciao.
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