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Dinner... with an egg
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Dinner... with an egg Another day..... when I get home from work you say we are all going out to dinner and I need to wear a sun dress. So I go and change and start getting myself ready. When you come into the bathroom, you hand me a remote control egg and tell me to insert it before we leave. So I put the egg inside my pussy right then and there while you watch. ’s when you notice I have on panties and you tell me to remove them. I respond, “But Sir, the egg may fall out” And you respond, “I don’t care. Not MY problem! Figure it out!” Now this presents a problem for me obviously! I’m nervous about how I’m going to be able to do this, but I quickly figure out the best way is to walk in short strides, keeping my legs close together, and to flex my kegel muscles the whole time. And here we go! The whole car ride there, I’m apprehensive. I don’t want to make any motions will alert our to anything amiss, nor do I want to lose the egg. So I was on guard. But nothing happened. We arrived and took our seats at the table. While looking at the menu, it went off. You started it, on ! I jumped from the shock of it. And you say, “what was about?” And you laugh. I look up and both you and our are looking at me, obviously waiting for an answer. So I say, “oh nothing,” while it is still going full speed. And I go back to reading the menu when the<b> vibrator </font></b>stops. And I'm thankful and breathing easier. Then the waiter comes to deliver our drinks and take our order. When the waiter gets to me and says, “and what would you like to order?” RIGHT when I open my mouth to respond, you turn it on again! And I jump, again. The waiter says, “are you alright?” to which I respond with “oh yes, just a bit of a chill hit me suddenly”. So we finish placing our orders, and you text me to say I need to excuse myself to the bathroom. I respond with “Yes Sir” and I do just . When I’m in the bathroom, I wash my hands and wonder what else I should do when you send me another text. It reads: "Go into a stall and start rubbing your clit. Rub it hard. Make yourself . But ONLY once and do NOT clean yourself! And be quick!" So I do. I know his may be my only chance to today, and I take every opportunity possible to ! As I start to rub, the egg goes off again. And this time it doesn’t stop! I’m grateful for the and I do indeed quickly. But it is terribly hard to be completely quiet as other ladies are in the restroom too. But the egg doesn’t stop. Even after I . Oh this is going to be hard to not again. I figure you wouldn’t know, if I again, but I’m scared to do it. So I bear the torture and start back to the table when it stopped. I’m once again thankful for assistance, even if it is reverse now. We eat dinner and the remainder of our dinner is rather uneventful. But changed as we head out to the car and the egg engaged again. And this time, it was on the entire way home. My eyes were rolling back in my head and I SO needed to . 's when you start talking to me, and of course, it is questions. And of course, you expect answers. But my answers are rather short and you then say, "You need to elaborate!". I know you did this to test me and to be able to see how "normal" I can act with our in the car with us. And I know I'm doing a terrible job of this, and for the first time in our 's life, I'm grateful he's engaged with ear buds and his phone! Ultimately though, I know you love challenges. And you WILL WIN! So this is a test I knew I’d ultimately fail . I knew you’d set the egg on and off until I eventually orgasmed, which woudl be without permission of course! So I gave in and enjoyed it. And you were not amused. When we get home, you say, "you were NOT a good girl tonight. You lied to me and the waiter both when asked if you were okay, then you didn't talk enough on the way home, and ultimately, you KNOW you were not allowed to ! What do do about this?" And now it was time for punishment. But since you are convinced I LIKE punishment, what will you do would clearly NOT be fun? Hmm. |
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Quite a pair of post: Lunch and Dinner! Well dinner did come with an egg so that seems like it had an element of breakfast too. What may be dessert? Your writing is quite open, expressive, and intriguing. A little surprising no one has commented on your last two postings. Bully for you that you like to express yourself so. I will have to check back to see what is next. So no inspiration to write post Covid? Distancing put a dampner...? All the best! And thanks for sharing.
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Back in 2013 your wrote, "Is anyone really going to read a Blog here? I'd love to hear your thoughts. What would I blog about....... sex. Okay. Check. So here's to official SEX BLOG posting....." And since, you provide some tidbits as to what gets your juices flowing, what makes you tick and move. But not often. And not recently. Is it, "After the thrill is gone"? Or "when reality gets in the way of fancy and fun"? Or is it, "Pandemics are downers?" Or are you holding back, "For me to know, and not for you to find out!" Life moves on. Seasons change. Kids soon grow and move out. Do we lose our interest in having fun? Just stop having fun and not notice? Have fun in more responsible, conventional ways? Where does physical pleasure fit into the scheme? And how might the restraints of life (no not restraints of the 50 shades type) heighted the sexual expeiences when they come? Prim and proper by day... Your man seems to have a wicked sense of humor. In what ways is he bringing sexual fun into your orbit these days? "Is anyone really going to read a Blog here?" I don't know. Any new material? Why not start again? Some suggested topics above. Dare double dare!
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