"Enemas? Really?"

Et tu, @Cedar? 🙄

You seem kinda feisty Ms Lila. Have you ever "... gone ginger ..." on anyone?

You seem kinda feisty Ms Lila. Have you ever "... gone ginger ..." on anyone?

Never ?

I had to wipe this screen off. Coffee through the nose. ???

Alright @Cedar now that I am back at the shop at a proper computer and proper cleaning materials for my phone, I shall answer your question properly. I'm never going to sign in to zity.biz on the phone while making a delivery or away from Kleenex.

😕 Perhaps I may have 'gone ginger' a few times in my life but I've never heard it called that before. 🙄 I rather like that phrase and there is another, EB's fond of it too, 'poking the bear' which I believe is more like his other favourite saying, 'pushing his fucking luck!' 😁 😁 😁 That was rather good coffee that EB had brought me this morning but it loses its appeal when run through the nasal passages. 😧

But 'gone ginger' is going to be a favourite from here on. 😉

Last night was delivery night and EB helped me with the delivery and also on something I am experimenting with for the men that I have in my intimate life. It is a serious question, to me, regarding fellatio and a man's enjoyment and mine too. 😈 At the present time, my husband and EB are the only two men that I go down on with any regularity. Sometimes it is to 'suck them hard' for my anal penetration or to prolong intercourse, or just, well, 'just because'. 🌹 I love doing it and I always swallow and I've made it my 'motto' or 'practice' that if I love a man enough to go down on them, I will always swallow, and I do.

I feel like I am very good at what I do but I want to do it better and not just with the goal of having them ejaculate into my mouth and me swallowing and calling it good. I think there should be more to it than just going down on my man, getting him hard, maybe 'edging' him a few times, and then the grand finale of taking his ejaculate and swallow it. Sometimes maybe holding his penis in my mouth while he goes soft and I go up to cuddle with him. I think there could be more that I want to do to show my affection for these special men of mine. And last night with EB I was able to begin thinking about this more and more.

I have a very special man in my life who is facing monumental challenges and who has been away for sometime now. He may be returning in the near future but his days of erections are numbered or very limited, or even gone, because of circumstances. I adore this man and have been to bed with him many times where we have held each other after our sex act and in that glow. As his disease progressed our 'out and out' sexual intercourse via penis in vagina diminished as a result but not my affection for this special man. 🌹 His wife 🌹 and he dealt with the possible emotional aspects of this and instead stressed the importance of keeping the intimacy going in spite of limitations. There's is a philosophy that their love with each other doesn't depend on one, himself, being the one responsible for her orgasm. She just wants him with her when she has hers. Nothing else. 🌹 But he has to be there. 🌹

Well this beautiful man 🌹 and I have that understanding too and laying naked in bed with him and sharing thoughts, heartbeats, and breaths, is what makes life worth living. I have often gone down on him and brought him to climax when possible and then gone on to cuddle with him and his skill when going down on me never leaves me wanting. 🌹 And I love it. But could there be more I could do to make him feel as special as he does me when I am with him? But what will happen when he can no longer ejaculate, or is he at this stage now? What can be done to show him he matters? His beautiful wife and I have spent many hours with each other and it is always at the back of our minds and in our hearts about her husband.

And last night, after the delivery, and our initial love making, EB was 'kissing' me there while I enjoyed a very slow enema from him. I came quite a few times and he stayed with his lips pressed against mine while my enema slowly filled me and he skillfully 'played' me and brought me to cum time and time again. Sometimes crashing with thunder inside of me and sometimes like a breeze in my hair and the 'calm' in between those times. EB always there and ever present and 'reading me like a book'. I was running my fingers through his hair all the while and it didn't seem fair that I could be brought to cum so many times and yet EB, his own health issues to consider, was always able to just make me feel good, whether or not I was cumming. After all, I loved the feel of his lips and tongue, his mouth, pressed onto me even if I wasn't cumming.

I kept wondering this and as I was releasing my enema I kept thinking about it. Would a man enjoy just being 'sucked' even if he had already ejaculated? Would a man like a little after play or after touch even though he had 'given all' and just lay back and enjoy being sucked and licked for no apparent reason?

I refilled EB's enema bag and even though we were technically through, or so he thought, I went back into the room and he was fully dressed and ready to leave. Not so fast and I told him I wanted to mull something over with him. EB was fine with that, and always is, but was a little surprised when I was so 'pushy' about him taking his clothes off and having another enema from me while I ran some ideas and questions past him while I ran an enema into him. 😈 Would he agree? I knew time was pressing, but I already had his pants off and his enema bag was full and in place to be used. 😉

EB told me that he had already given me everything he had and then some. This was true. 🌹 🌹 🌹 And we had satisfied me to the 'T' 😉 but I had this thought and questions, please lay back and take his enema like a gentleman. 😈 Still there was some tension in his body, those outside commitments, everyday concerns, but I needed to know something.

I then gave him, and what my men have given me, something I hope I will be able to perfect. I took EB into my mouth and suckled at his penis, the feel of his head in my mouth, my tongue around the rim of it, the fondling of his testicles, and then running my fingertips, fingernails, lightly up and down his thighs, his sides, arms, and all over his body. And I watched him like a hawk, listened to his breathing, watched his body tense or relax with what I was doing. I did taste more from EB but it was different, but it was from him. And then there were his fingers in my hair, so gentle. 🌹

I think I got my answer without EB having had to actually say anything when I lay naked next to him after his enema was in and almost time for him to release it. The feel of his body next to mine, relaxed, open to my touch, care and concerns removed just as I had done with his clothing. We had not 'fucked' but it was so much more in a lot of ways. I think that he felt that I cared and that I am very fond of him.

Maybe it isn't just about having his penis in my mouth.

Maybe it is about just being close and sharing. 🌹

You hit the proverbial nail on the head with your last sentence, Ms Lila. To me, sometimes it’s more about the touch and caring embraces that means just as much as the sexual side of things. Younger folks may disagree with my position, but at 65 I’ve been there, done that, and don’t regret a bit or long for those missed opportunities as I might have done at an earlier age. Yes, sex is still important (and don’t forget to throw in a few kinky enemas) but so are those moments of passion that don’t involve sucking or fucking....

@Ms_Lila that is simply beautiful and sooo hot .❤️?

It's been a very busy last couple of weeks at the shop and at the nurseries with little spare time. But I've also been spoiled by having my husband at home until this past Tuesday. 🌹 We've come a long way since we've begun our sexploration and we make the most of our time together, which just doesn't seem to be enough. As it is I will need to get back to the shop soon and I hope to write about my husband and my time together 😈 . As for now I just wanted to make the observation that sometimes there doesn't need to be a lot of talking between two people.

This morning EB dropped by with coffee and doughnuts to see if I was still alive after last nights delivery. I appreciate his help and it was a big delivery with not much time, if any, for the pair of us to enjoy each other as we would like. I could tell that he was as tired as I was and aside from the pleasantries we didn't say a great deal. There comes a time when two people know each other well enough that a glance or look will convey more than any words spoken. It was time for EB to go on to his office and we hugged. 🌹 We both felt each other sigh at the same time and held our hug longer than usual and I pressed against him in that way. We both wanted this.

Somehow I found myself bending over my grand desk enjoying the feel of EB's penis inside of me. 🌹 He just felt so good there and it was so right and something that we both wanted and perhaps needed. My orgasms were not the 'screaming' type but those smooth continuous pulses that amplified one after the other. It's the type of orgasm I sometimes crave in that I can think and feel all the way through them instead of just falling into that lustful bliss of 'hard sex'. EB just pressed into me all the while and it felt so good and even though it wasn't a 'wall banger' at the end when I felt EB's ejaculation into me, I was tingling all over and all was good. 🌹 🌹 🌹

Before EB went on his way, I enjoyed the taste of us from his penis 🌹 and shared it with him in a kiss before he left. 🌹 🌹 🌹

It was nice. 🌹 🌹 🌹 Sometimes all I really need is something nice because I could actually have clarity of mind to enjoy and appreciate what it was we shared.

It's all good. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 And it's all about who you share it with. 🌹

I’ve been missing my times with EB who is just like I am, a day late and a dollar short, not sure what day it is that we are late. My friend that helps me at my shop has returned with her husband and it is good to have them back. It’s been a hectic past couple of weeks and my husband is off on his job and won’t be back until tomorrow or Saturday depending on what is what.

And the heat! Oh, my stars the heat! I keep the shop cool because of the flowers but I could feel the heat from outside radiating off of the customers who came in to shop or pick up orders. My friend helped with the delivery last night and I miss having EB about helping me, but it is so good to have my friend back. 🌹

EB kept popping into my head all day long and I wondered how he was doing. He had been over late last night with my friend on a project and I did lend a hand, and would have lent him anything else 😈 but we had a task and once that was done, it was time to go home to sleep. It was an empty bed but my husband and I sexted each other and were able to find some release. 😄

But I do miss my time with EB and I am fond of him and what we do together. About an hour or more before the close of the shop, I sent him a text and it soon became evident that I had missed him and the more we texted the more I realized I wanted him to play with my bum. 😈 Specifically I wanted to have him and feel him inside of me, especially my ass, and the more we talked the hotter I got and I went from referring to his penis in my vagina and on to talking about the feel of his cock in my pussy or my ass. Fellatio? Pffft, how about me sucking his cock? 😈

The more I spoke with him the more I became “un lady like” I thought and talked. I was getting wet and wide and by the time I shut the doors on the shop, I was feeling the urge. And being in that frame of mind, which EB helped to stoke, I asked him how much longer he had to go before he shut down his office? About an hour and I had that ache we read about here and I described to EB what I was feeling, what I wanted, and that I was naked, which I was AFTER locking the doors, and that I wanted an enema. Would he care to stay on text while I had one? 😈 I knew the answer and some part of me wanted that enema and my masturbation to cool my ardor and lust and let me regain some of my dignity. It was my plan.

Masturbating with an enema takes me to orgasm in record time and doing it with someone there just makes it all the more intense. I feel this when I take a “ride” on my Sybian in front of my husband or the couples we enjoy. Having an orgasm in front of others and being naked in front of others excites me and surprises me at the same time.

And then EB came over and I was fully inflamed and fully into the moment as we went upstairs. I wore nothing at all and wanted an enema from him as EB is a very visual man and I was having a profound effect on him. 😈 EB informed me as I emerged from releasing my enema, that he had taken a little blue pill and he was in “full bloom” and I was about to suggest that we take full advantage of it when he somewhat uncharacteristically wound his fingers up in my hair and I found myself over the small table by the bed and being bent over it.

It was magnificent as he stepped between my legs and parted my feet further apart with his and us getting me into position. EB and I both were feeding off of each’s urgency, lust, playfulness that turned earnest and we both reached for my KY at the same time. Dignity? We never heard of it. And for the record neither of us wanted anything to do with manners or politeness I was all about this animal behind me and the animal who was me.

I was unceremoniously and gloriously entered and fucked while I set about having at my clit for all I was worth. I was all about getting mine, and I did, time and time and time again while the beast that was behind me pulled my hair and bit the back of my neck. Then I felt his teeth on my shoulder, first one and then the other, and I was feeling very much “owned” 😈 I was into mine, mine, mine, and it is all a haze or mist, and I know that words past my lips that I don’t usually utter but which I let fly and it seemed to underscore my frenzy.

I was soaked in my cum and saw that I had done quite a bit towards soaking the thighs of that animal who fucked me in my ass. 😈 We were catching our breath and I had this beginning of a thought that EB and I had turned some corner in our relationship. I have felt lust with him before, yes, but I had somewhat managed to maintain some semblance of being civilized and I suppose I held back some. After this night, I look back and know for certain that EB had been holding more with his gentlemanly ways with me. We both did.

As for me in how I feel towards EB from this night forward, I know him to be an animal because I have seen and felt and tasted this of him. 😈 🌹 And he has seen me at my most primal and carnal and we gave each other that look at who we are and can be and that we want that with each other. Or to be very accurate, this is what I am going to speak with EB about soon.

But now to release this cold water enema that has eased this well fucked ass of mine and time to close up the shop for the night. I trust that EB was able to make it home. Satisfied I hope. ? 😈

If I've any spelling errors, syntax errors, run on sentences, I apologize.

But I wrote on the after tide of a very nice fucking and am too tired to proof read what my body had me express.

Good night. 🌹

I wrote on the after tide of a very nice fucking and am too tired to proof read what my body had me express.

A nice fuck can disturb ones brain. Too much excitement and all! 😉

@Ms_Lila understated, " I trust that EB was able to make it home. Satisfied I hope. ? 😈 "

I seriously doubt your EB could even move very far after that fucking you two had. 😈 He probably fell asleep in the car or under some tree on the way home or back to the office. 😁 😁 😁

If I've any spelling errors, syntax errors, run on sentences, I apologize.

But I wrote on the after tide of a very nice fucking and am too tired to proof read what my body had me express.

Good night. 🌹

Well, I, for one, could care less about grammatical errors. What really counted was your passion, Ms. Lila, and syntax be damned!! 😈

THAT bit of sex with EB I wrote of was fantastic and it was on my mind all day long. And resulted in at least three instances where I needed some privacy, or time off the floor away from public view anyway. 😉 😈 It was a game changer in many ways and a reaffirmation in as many more. 🌹

EB left here about two hours ago but we weren't about recreating the our previous encounter. But rather we were both of the mindset that we had tapped into a part of ourselves that we did not know was there. But there it was and we both felt that it was our 'total access' that set the tone for what we did. We did not say a lot to each other this night and I wanted to share with him a comedienne I have been following for some year and a half now or so. We were alone here upstairs and I queued up this very laptop to the YouTube channel of Tova Leigh so that I could have EB give her a watch and look for his reaction. 😉 I do like her and I am the sort of person that hopes others see what I see, and if not, then they are the daft and slow ones. 😁

EB went off to the bathroom and returned with my enema bag. As we settled in to watch her, as we did not have the time to recreate our 'wild fuck', I was undressed by EB and I moved my bum in such a way that I was easily accessible to him for an enema. And we watched Tova Leigh's videos while he inserted the tube in my bum and after a couple of videos, laying side by side, and my checking his reaction to her, I was glad to see he rather liked her humour. 😃 We were both stretched out in front of this screen, he clothed, me naked and with an enema tube in my bum. After about the third video I gently rocked towards him and nudged his shoulder with my own, signalling that then would be a nice place to start my enema. 🌹

After the videos, my release of my enema I offered him release into me howsoever he wanted. It was EB's choice and I thought his choice of a good old fashioned go at me missionary style was just the thing. 🌹 🌹 🌹 It was just right and I rolled in and out with him and followed his lead. 🌹 Total access with a friend. 🌹

We watched these videos and I think EB enjoyed the evening. 😉 🌹 😈

Tova Leigh

STOP GETTING SO OFFENDED!

https://youtu.be/TbAoCawFqNs

THE TRUTH ABOUT MOTHERHOOD

https://youtu.be/e51Il0jl0lY

KIDS ARGUE ABOUT STUPID THINGS!

https://youtu.be/QRTcRyvfkaE

Things That Are Not My Job As A Parent

https://youtu.be/vAlP4JO2-TE

The heat has been horrid and 'hot as hell' doesn't begin to describe making deliveries in this wretched heat. Normally I love the warmth of summer, the 'horrid humid heat'? Not so much. My flowers aren't the only thing that wilt in the sun ? and as a ginger I have pale skin to begin with. I use SPF 10,000 if I'm going to be out and about in direct sunlight for any amount of time. I've seen it written here in Zity.Biz about ice suppositories, ice or cold water enemas, with varying degrees of success in beating the heat. I've also read about going about without panties, or 'commando', as a way to beat the heat.

But this summer I have been experimenting with some of my tried and true ways of beating the heat but with some of my own twists from my times here at Zity.Biz. As a florist and who owns three nurseries I do quite a bit of 'gardening' in greenhouse type environments and those can be very hot even with PP fans and ventilation and moisture recycling (humidity) recapture chambers. And the UV for mold detection and removal add to the heat stress index for both plant and animal.

Because of this, winters in my profession aren't that bad when working with the plants and saplings but when summer comes about I quote EB when he says 'son of a bitch!' ? ? ?

When I'm out in sunlight I've adopted khaki, light khaki, as my favourite choice of clothing and cotton and a bodacious wide brimmed straw hats. No I don't think EB's preferred 'boonie' hat is for me, at least not in public, and I also wear big sunglasses. I could go on safari with what I wear. 😉 I don't go commando as the perspiration (women perspire and men sweat) and moisture wicking are what I find most comfortable. Also the khaki slacks that I wear are not 'constricting' and allow for air to circulate to keep the old girl somewhat dry and airy without too much loss of fashion. Also when out in the sun I do wear a long sleeved light cotton or light khaki work shirt with a light under shirt, most likely cotton or a fabric that wick away moisture.

If I am out and about with my straw hat I will put my hair in a bun or ponytail to keep it off the back of my neck. Anything to help keep cool. One thing that I do lose is my bra as that thing is too hot to wear in summer heat such as it has been. Although it is foreseeable that one day I may have to wear a light bra if my girls ever decide to 'relax' to the point where it is 'skin on skin'. I hope that won't come to pass for years though.

BUT I have revisited a way to try to beat the heat with ice cubes made from sports water bottle molds I bought from Wal Mart some years ago. The ice 'cubes' are small and cylindrical so that they can fit through the opening of a sports water bottle or water bottle and not much or close to 4 inches long. As I have become a fan of enemas and things anal I will let you guess what I do with them. ? ? Before I or someone who volunteers ? slips one of them up my bum, we hold it for just a bit in the grasp of our hand and that melts the outside just enough to slip it into me without any problem. That is followed by 8 ounces of cool water from an enema bulb.

I don't seem to have to do that for myself though ? and my friend who helps out with my shop, or my husband, or EB, all seem more than willing to help me 'beat the heat'. ??? And I am all too glad that they want to help. ??? They are even willing to lower my cotton grannie panties for me! How nice are they? I ask you? ? ? ?

I've been at this for the last week and a half or more and it is by no means long lasting and all that effective for more than 30 or 45 minutes. Just about long enough to make a delivery and then come back to the shop but by that time I am adjusted to the heat, somewhat, and I may or may not feel the need for another ice cube 'treatment'. I have absolutely no urge nor feel the need to expel that minuscule cool water bulb enema as I am out and about. In the heat I believe my body absorbs that small amount of water with no problem. But I also help to beat the heat by drinking cool water, and lots of it, in addition to my 'ice treatment.'

It is going to be a long hot summer.

Ms. Lila, I love your "cooling" approach, something we can all adapt. Oh, yes, I looked at three out of four of Tova Leigh's videos and decided I could do without the fourth....lol.... Stay cool, my dear!! 😈 😁

It seems like it's been ages since I've had the company of EB 🌹 and my friend who helps me in the shop is going to be away for the week. 😢 I was in to the shop early as my husband is away on business until the latter part of the week and was happy to hear the knock at the back door and found that it was EB with coffee and doughnuts. 😃

It was very good to see him and a pleasant surprise 🌹 after all of these ages and we embraced each other, which feels so good all by itself. And I had this feeling, this hunger, and it wasn't for the coffee and doughnuts but I found myself doing what I don't want my men to do, and that is I wondered if EB had that hunger too. I was hesitant as we held each other but EB showed no hesitation, other than our initial hug, when I felt his hands sliding inside of my work frock and then down my back and towards the waist band of my slacks. 😈 I found myself steeping out of my flats in hopes, or a signal of sorts, that I wanted EB to take my slacks completely off. I felt myself widening and knew that I would be getting wet shortly if not already and that I very much missed the feel of this man. 😈 🌹

We got me on top of the cuttings table and I was being helped back to where I could prop myself up on my elbows and I half expected EB to be taking his trousers off. At that moment I so wanted the feel of his penis entering me to fill that space my body was making for him. But as it was EB gave me a kiss on my neck and a little bit of a nip and then I knew that he would be 'kissing' me 'there' 🌹 😈 and I was so glad I had taken my shoes and slacks off completely. EB has become very good at cunnilingus 🌹 😈 VERY GOOD 😈 🌹 and his face and mouth were planted between my legs and I lay back and enjoyed every lick, tug, parting of my folds, and the feel of his tongue flicking my clit. My first orgasm was quick and my second and third were even quicker and I quit counting after that because I didn't care, I was just in that mist with the lightening flashes. 🌹 🌹 🌹 The warm mist with the lightening flashes is one of my favourite ways or state of being.

And as I write this or am writing on this, the memory of this morning washes over me all over again and how much I have missed the feel of EB. 😈 🌹 Because on that back cuttings table I gave into my lust and although EB satisfied me with his oral sex performed on my willing self, I wanted the feel of his penis inside of my vagina. Not me performing fellatio on him because of time constraints and as I 'swept' in on that last orgasm from his mouth, I let him know I was so much a slut right at that moment and I began taking my blouse and bra off and I heard myself say, 'fuck me!' 😈 🌹

I also believe I told EB that I wanted his 'cock' in my 'pussy' and I had sat up to reach for his belt buckle. And his beautiful erect cock was there and ready and he forced me to my knees and I took him into my mouth. 😈 I didn't care what time it was or how close or not close it was to open up the shop, and I am not caring one twit about how long this is taking me to write, but damn it all I had missed fucking this man! 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 😈

And after a few deep draws on his cock with my mouth and prepared to suck some more, he was pulling me up by my hair and I was inflamed with nothing to do with being a lady. He turned me away from him and bent me over the cuttings table and I had no preference whatsoever as to where he was going to put his cock in me, my ass, my pussy, all good. All good and then his cock slid into my pussy from behind and fill that space I had made for him and my own fingers went to work and I came again and again. 😈 EB has this way of pressing into my pussy with his cock and finding my spot and not backing off and I love the way he fucks me. 😈 😈 😈 And I want more of the same tonight. 😈 🌹

His cock made it click in me and he was so hard and pressing me right there but I needed a little relief and he felt it from me. EB pulled my head back by my hair and I felt the tip of his cock ease off of my spot for that much needed relief but then 😈 he slid back and touched my spot and then he withdrew his cock from my pussy. 🌹 🌹 🌹 😁 😁 😁 😈 😈 😈 I knew or hoped I was right. 😈

I was!!!!!!!!!! And EB brought my head back by my hair even more sharply and I heard myself gasp and he popped my feet further apart just as his cock found my ass! It hurt so good when he didn't pause to let me get used to it and I know I yelped and it did hurt but oh my fucking stars I was getting it in my ass!!!!!!!!!!! 😮 😧 😮 😁 😁 😁 🌹 🌹 🌹

And EB fucked me. 🌹 🌹 🌹 I came some more by my rubbing my own clit and the feel of him in my ass was sublime and I had my last orgasm as I pressed against the top of the cuttings bench with the feel of EB having me in my ass. And then he came inside of my ass and held in me as he slowly softened. I was trying to catch my breath and catching it and EB was doing the same behind me, catching his, still pressed in my ass, and as his and my senses returned, I felt the tips of his fingers lightly skimming my back, which I so love. 🌹 And down the sides of my hips and the sides of my breasts, my thighs and back again. It's how we cool down. 🌹 🌹 🌹

I was in no hurry to have him withdraw, if I was late opening up my shop, so be it. I had my EB inside of me and I had missed him. 🌹

That was five hours ago. And tonight we are to meet here at the shop, or wherever he wants me, and I want to give EB enemas and receive enemas from him. 🌹 And maybe I won't be such the slut this time. 😉

Now to go back to giving my shop full attention. 🙄

I wish I could be an EB to someone like you, Lila! 😄 Very sensual and well written. Love your posts!

G

@Ms_Lila burned it up, "That was five hours ago. And tonight we are to meet here at the shop, or wherever he wants me, and I want to give EB enemas and receive enemas from him. 🌹 And maybe I won't be such the slut this time. 😉 "

Correct me if I'm wrong @Ms_Lila but you seemed to turn into a slut the more you wrote about what you and good ol' EB did this morning. 😉 😁 Don't get me wrong I loved reading what you wrote and how you went from being composed and classy to downright slutty while fucking and being fucked. 😈 Did your writing about it get you all hot again? Is that why you wrote or write about it in such detail?

Will you write about what you two do tonight? 😉 😈

@Dahiana asking, 'Will you write about what you two do tonight? 😉 😈 '

I will do that and I want to make sure that I remind myself to tell you about how I love how EB plays with my clit. 😈 And it is something I am going to teach my husband how to do. 🌹 If you are a nerd and remember the Star Trek series with Leonard Nemoy as Spock, EB plays with my clit and brings me to a boil. 😈 EB's touching or 'stroking' of my mons pubis and how the way he positions his hand in that 'Live Long And Prosper' sign that Spock used to hold up in the shows. Anyway that is the way EB's hand looks when his fingers part and 'straddles' my slit and purses them together.

I hadn't had any man, or woman for that matter, handle by pussy in that way but I liked it from the beginning. But when I think about it, I have been doing what he does to me, to myself when I masturbate or take the time to really work myself up. I suppose I hold my hand like EB does when I am reaching inside of my pants but I never really thought about it, I just did it and I like it. 😉 But EB's technique is not necessarily the finger in my pussy doing the 'come here' movement, but he instead purses my lips together and tugs on them right where my clit is. He holds my lips together and I find myself moving between his fingers to make it work for me. Actually 😕 come to think about it, EB doesn't have to work too hard to get me some release because when he hold my lips together like he does, I react to his pressure and it really works.

Tonight I am going to try to have some focus when we are playing. He does it most often when he is giving me an enema and I get off in record time. He should be here soon and I want to ask him where he learned how to do that. 😈 But I get myself off like that when I do solo enemas and masturbate.

It will be interesting to know where EB found that little trick. 😉

My husband "tugs" at my pussy and also has my lips closed while he is doing it. Not every time, but a lot and it really seems to work well, like he is rolling my clit between my folds. I love it. 😉 😈

I asked him where he learned how to do that but he said it is a trade secret. 😧 I'm not buying it and I'm going to look it up somewhere. What you described, the way EB does you, sounds too much like my husband. They had to hear it from somewhere. 😕

My husband "tugs" at my pussy and also has my lips closed while he is doing it. Not every time, but a lot and it really seems to work well, like he is rolling my clit between my folds. I love it. 😉 😈

I asked him where he learned how to do that but he said it is a trade secret.

I heard secondhand from a friend that he saw that same technique on a lesbian massage website. Not that you have to be a lesbian to experience that or can’t experience that with your hubby. Obviously, I don’t watch that stuff so I wouldn’t know firsthand, just heard about it from an anonymous friend ???

@gwhap fibs, 'I heard secondhand from a friend that he saw that technique on a lesbian massage website. Obviously, I don’t watch that stuff so I wouldn’t know firsthand ???'

I'm about to trod off to bed very well satisfied 🌹 and with my composure in tact. 😉 More or less after three enemas from EB and having him demonstrate his 'Vulcan Pussy Grip' as he is now calling it. And @gwhap I'm afraid I am calling your bit at the top something less than believable. 😕 You WILL be punished. 😈

EB at first claimed he 'read about it' and then perfected it with his main lady. 🌹 I believe that last part about him perfecting it with his lady, the 'reading'? Let's just say he too WILL be punished. 😈 I did manage to 'extract' a name from him, Nina Hartley? I will be searching for her on this internet sometime tomorrow but tonight I will have a little phone time with hubby and maybe demonstrate what I am going to have him perfect for the two of us. 😈

@Ms_Lila from your description of this morning and what you wrote later, which do you prefer? The good 'old fashioned muff dive' EB gave you this morning OR the "Vulcan Pussy Grip"?

Who is Nina Hartley?

Nina Hartley …. Oh wow! This chick is as old as my Mom! 😮 And this one really seems plausible. 😉 😁

Dude fucks with long forgotten third-grade Mature teacher

http://www.xvideos.com/video47754575/dude_fucks_with_long_forgotten_third-grade_mature_teacher

So is this the chick that EB was talking about? My husband said that he's seen her before but wasn't the one he saw about working a woman's pussy. If I know my husband it was probably a video by Black & Decker or Snap On or Craftsman! 😁 😁 😁

@Dahiana yes it is Nina Hartley, apparently but EB said that he had known about this for awhile prior to seeing that particular video. She's an interesting one to be sure.

To clarify something, I love EB's 'Vulcan Pussy Grip' and it does set the mood for me and gets me ready, but the real satisfaction I feel is from his tongue, mouth and fingers. 🌹 You might say that the VPG sets the stage and mood, but when it cums to getting me off, talking about EB, yesterday morning when he went down on me sent me over the top. The VPG is good but the cunnilingus is what sends me. 🌹

@Ms_Lila just out of curiosity, what did you think of the third video? 😈

Dude fucks with long forgotten third-grade Mature teacher

http://www.xvideos.com/video47754575/dude_fucks_with_long_forgotten_third-grade_mature_teacher

@Dahiana it was an interesting video and charming and somewhat parallels my own personal life.

EB was over Wednesday night to help me with the deliveries and we were both somewhat exhausted from life in general and the heat. I was still feeling the effects of Monday morning and how my sexual intensity was satisfied by him. It was on my mind and still is and my feelings and need for my husband to lay with me and help me sort things out is very much on my mind. In short, I want to bring my thoughts and feelings stirred up Monday morning to home and in the bed with my husband. 🌹 I am feeling like I know more of what it is I am feeling and wanting to feel because of this Monday morning with EB, and I, we, EB and I, tapped into a part of me that opened up my mind to other things, avenues, I want to explore with my husband. 🌹

And EB helped me think and talk this through Wednesday night after the deliveries. Both of us were in quiet moods and there was very much that 'glow' of sorts about our unexpected but intense sexual encounter this past Monday. It had a great deal to do with the spontaneity of our encounter and our abandonment of any inhibitions and the arousal I felt by being 'taken' by EB at his whim. That total access we have with each other. 🌹 I liked his initiative and his abandonment of his normally gentlemanly ways and having me, not only did I want it too, I was seeing into the mind and heart of a man and possibly gaining some insight into my loving husband. Another facet of these strange creatures that are called men. My husband was gone and I had these thoughts and ideas I wanted to voice and discuss but he was not available. 😢

So after the delivery Wednesday night, I asked EB if he would like to lay with me and give me an enema or two and maybe have a couple as well. 🌹 Not towards the goal of having sex, but I wanted to pick his brain and sort out my thoughts on what I was feeling. Or at the very least would he keep me company as I had an enema or two? I was telling him it wasn't anything intense but to just maybe help me wind down, and as I was saying this he was helping me to undress. 😉

And we talked as I was being given an enema by EB 🌹 well, I say 'we talked' but I did most of the talking. Or more like thinking out loud and EB listened and stroked my hair, traced his fingers along my skin, and helped me to concentrate or refine my focus on what I wanted to impart to my husband about our own sexploration. By my third enema at EB's hand 🌹 it was very clear in my mind about what I wanted to say to my husband and how to couch it or approach it with him as I was gauging EB's responses to my words and thoughts and getting some insight into a man's perspective. 🌹 By that third enema from EB 🌹 I knew what I wanted to say and how to say it and even how to approach my husband and make it work for us with his thoughts and insights. 🌹 🌹 🌹

It was so natural between EB and I during that third enema when I rolled onto my back and parted my legs. Of course 🌹 it was an invitation for him to enter me and I wanted the feel of him inside. 🌹 We did attempt to continue the conversation we were having 🌹 but our bodies 😈 well there were 'pressing' 😉 issues that I could not, or more accurately, did not want to ignore 😈 😈 And we DID NOT ignore those 'pressing' issues. 😁 😁 😈 🌹

My husband comes home tonight 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 and we have, I have, a lot to tell and discuss with him. 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 He's a good listener. 😉 He has to be. 😉 He sometimes can't get a word in edgewise. 😁

My mood is fairly good as of this writing, partly to a brief visit from EB this morning dropping off a crawler and some coffee for me. 🌹 EB tastes good in the morning. 😉 😈 😁 😁 😁

@Ms_Lila

EB and I, tapped into a part of me that opened up my mind to other things, avenues, I want to explore with my husband. 🌹

Can’t wait to read all about it ?.

My 'friend' is back 🌹 to keep me company and she also helps me with the shop. I do enjoy her company and when she and her husband returned late Sunday afternoon, she and I found some time to go into the bedroom we use at her home that night and reacquaint ourselves with each others feel, taste, and scent as we melted together. 🌹 🌹 🌹 I truly love and adore this woman and her husband and I sorely missed having her.

However, this woman, my dearest friend, confidant, lover, sex partner, and valued assistant also is mischievous. 😈

Yesterday morning her 'main man' came to the shop with coffee and doughnuts to welcome her back and to start off the week right for us. 🌹 Yes, it was EB 🌹 and he was promptly pounced upon by this woman who took him upstairs to give him a proper welcome and yet not allowing for me to greet him or say good morning. And yet this woman takes him upstairs, the problem was, I wanted to watch! 😢 But no, she took him upstairs and 'did the deed' by going down on him. There was no need for her to drag him all of the way upstairs for a 'simple blow job' but that is exactly what that woman did. No manners whatsoever, that one. 😉 I don't know why she felt the need for privacy because when she and he came back down from the stairs, she was naked and smiling. EB was smiling too, but he had either put his clothes back on or simply pulled up his pants. His wild woman was all over him and probably didn't even worry about getting him naked. She more than likely just removed just barely enough of his clothing so that she could have access to his penis. She's a slut. 😈 😁

EB, a gentleman and considerate of others, did give me a nice long hug and I slid my hands down onto his bum and gave them a nice squeeze or two or three in full view of this inconsiderate woman. 😈 And that prompted EB to slide his hands beneath my frock and down the back of my slacks where he filled his hands with my backside. 🌹 I smiled even more at that woman who was eating a doughnut and smiling at me like a cat that got the canary. That set me to thinking and I had an idea. 😉

We all enjoyed some coffee and a pastry and it was obvious that those two missed each other a great deal. 🌹 🌹 But still she was rude and EB's hands on my bum when had stirred something in me and my thoughts turned to that green handled telescoping magnet. And so when it was time for EB to trod off to his office, I asked him if he wouldn't mind slipping that magnet we like to play with into my bum. He knows where I keep the magnet and the condoms so I pulled up my frock and pulled down my slacks and knickers and leaned forward on the table on my elbows not six inches from that woman's face. 😈 😁 😁 😁 Now to be sure, I love the feel of EB's hands and fingers making me ready and I love the feel of the handle of that magnet being slid into my bum and how wonderful that feels going inside of me. 🌹 And it did feel wonderful. 🌹 She was keenly watching the look on my face as this was taking place. There was something about that look on her face. No matter, it felt good going in. 🌹

Well, EB left the shop and I was 'wearing' the magnet in my bum and loving the feel of it inside as I went about the morning. My lady friend was affectionate that morning and would stop and hug me and fondle my bum. She seemed to want to check on my magnet and her fingers often pressed against it as she would 'push it in' for me to make sure I didn't push it out as I worked around the shop. I like her touching me there and fondling me in general and she does so often, as I do her, when we are working at the shop. It does work up an 'appetite' for one another.

Now the magnet that EB slid into my bum, did feel a little odd as I walked and moved about the shop, but I attributed the feeling to my wearing panties and slacks. Most of the time if I have the magnet in me or an anal jewel, I am only wearing yoga pants or nothing below my waist at all, just my bra and top and frock. But still this felt good, just a little off.

Then I had a customer in at the counter and heard a small metallic sound popping on the floor between my feet as I checked out the customer at the register. I looked down between my feet and saw a bright shiny paper clip on the floor. As the customer left, and I waited for her to leave completely, I reached around back and 'found' four more paper clips between my cheeks being held in place by the magnet! 😡

I'm impressed by the strength of the magnet to be able to hold those paperclips even through the fabric of my panties and slacks. They were 'stuck' pretty good.

She will pay for this! 😈 😁 😁 😁

She will pay for this! 😈 😁 😁 😁

I bet she's just terrified - shaking with fear and losing sleep wondering what you are going to do to her @Ms_Lila.