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Last night at the Tickler's was mostly lovely - fuck first, Itto's second, cuddling & sleep third. I feel like I owe her, but I'm not sure how to repay her. Read on for why.
You all knew that it takes a lot of work for me to have an orgasm.
I discovered early on that Chloe the Claw - my WeVibe Nova, which I brought last night - appears to be broken. The Tickler's was not the right place to find that out. Chloe won't even charge. (Inga, my Lelo Smartwand, is charging as I type.)
So I worked my right hand with the usual vigor as the Tickler played with some of my favorite bits. She said, "I'm getting carpal tunnel just looking at you." You may recall from earlier posts that I have injured my hand by jilling off.
An hour went by, no joy. The Tickler offered to leave the room. Eventually I accepted. Five or ten minutes later, boom.
Oh yeah: I made myself bleed. It was a miracle that I didn't leave that blood on the Tickler's sheets; fortunately they're exactly the right color for hiding blood stains.
The Tickler half-jokingly recommended a belt sander, but I'm giving the idea serious consideration. I think the Tickler and I both deserve better than this.
You all knew that it takes a lot of work for me to have an orgasm.
I discovered early on that Chloe the Claw - my WeVibe Nova, which I brought last night - appears to be broken. The Tickler's was not the right place to find that out. Chloe won't even charge. (Inga, my Lelo Smartwand, is charging as I type.)
So I worked my right hand with the usual vigor as the Tickler played with some of my favorite bits. She said, "I'm getting carpal tunnel just looking at you." You may recall from earlier posts that I have injured my hand by jilling off.
An hour went by, no joy. The Tickler offered to leave the room. Eventually I accepted. Five or ten minutes later, boom.
Oh yeah: I made myself bleed. It was a miracle that I didn't leave that blood on the Tickler's sheets; fortunately they're exactly the right color for hiding blood stains.
The Tickler half-jokingly recommended a belt sander, but I'm giving the idea serious consideration. I think the Tickler and I both deserve better than this.
