I didn't think I was that obvious.I didn't think I was that obvious. He said he could see the feeling of empowerment. Something about the shape of my nostrils again. What the hell is it about my nostrils? I have heard of people having cruel mouths, but _nostrils_? And he said he could see it, and feel it, when I turned all gooey compassionate, too. So anyway, In case you forgot, I had been trying to totally sexually deplete J. He'd had two orgasms. I tried a number of what I thought were sexy tricks to give him a third, but the best I could manage was half-mast. There'd been four in one day, before, remember. Finally, I decided to take the plunge and spread-eagled him, standing up, arms chained to those overhead eye bolts. (I have the key to the little locks, now. Remember those?) I put a vibrator in him. This was simple curiosity on my part. I was as gentle as could be, used tons of K-Y, and it still took me a while to even find... it. I watched his face, still blindfolded, as I pushed it in. He endured. He's such a stoic. I haven't gotten anywhere near a limit of his. But his erection grew. I'm happy to report to the females in this little group, that It Works. I mean, the prostate is really there, and it really is an erogenous zone or something. When I touched it, the reaction was immediate. He squirmed and his hips kind of moved as though we were having sex. |