Once again it was football/soccer season and as always her
boyfriend was going to have a night out with the boys. Unbeknownst to him this
was going to be the most memorable and excited game he’d ever watch. As he was
about to leave she approached ever so seductively, “Sweetheart I know you have
plans but I have a counter offer,” she says. How about you stay home and for
the duration I will blow you away. Puzzled he looks at her and reminds her that
a game lasts for 90 minutes not to mention half time. She just smiles and bats
her eyelids, I know. Curiosity got the better of him. He hardly remembers the
score let alone who played.
When she was retelling the story I was skeptical as we all
would be however she mentioned that the point wasn’t to make him have an orgasm
it was to play. And for the period of the game she played with him to the point
where he begged and squirmed and pleaded but she wouldn’t let him get to his
climax. Slow torture as one would put it. Excruciatingly slow torture for as
long as one saw necessary. Again I am amazed at this story but even more amazed
at the lady who pulled it off, the patience and tie she must have needed and
the dedication to her art. All I can do is salute her.
Jah Bless
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