WARNINGS FOR INCA PLAYER:
this post was written without the approval of Wilma and Samantha.
Since, for a wedding anniversary, a joke, or perhaps in mockery, gave us a glowing electric blue vibrator, my husband began to cultivate his own personal fantasy. Whenever it happened Later I entered the work he did was wink and hint: what you're doing now just waiting to be sooooola ? indicating gaze at the chest of drawers in the bottom of which was well hidden collegiate object of pleasure. At first I, of course, categorically denied and returned to the sender any allusion, even scolding him a little: do not be stupid, but what comes to mind? So I have nothing to do!
I was surprised that he thought for a woman a vibrator could replace or substitute for only a man. As if the sex is simply reduced to a rhythmic rubbing or a purely physical stimulation. It was not especially meeting the other hand, intimacy, and knowledge of self through the other. As if that were to make use of looks even complicit, in bold strokes, phrases of love, words, little words and even words. Odors and perceptions. Hugs and contacts. And the man was nothing more than his penis and not the eyes that talk, hands that are looking for. Skin that smells, vibrations, jerks. Breath and sighs.
However with time, a little 'joke, a bit' exhaustion, I started to support these fantasies ... I even wink, suggesting chissachè, provocative smile and enthusiastic. In short, had become a game between us. A harmless and kind of rite light, humorous fiction ... Until one day, pulling out the ambiguous toy, my husband discovered that the batteries are low. PECKS! makes me smile and mischievous note. And, do not admit it, very pleased to have understood everything! I fall from the clouds, showed me a little stunned ... But he may fall: no, it's not fool him!
Then you decide to change the battery and discovers that ... are not empty but ... OXIDIZED!
But he really believed that ....??? And what he thought they were the elves those piles of ironing shirts, those pans to cook sauce, a dusting off for a different ornaments, kept clean, the garden and so on?
Bah ... Men!
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