I was not free to be his and we both had to exercise amazing restraint and patience to wait until my kids were old enough for me to be free to live the life we both desired. I cried tears of patience. And he thumped a few walls in patience. It was a hard time.
‘Finger me,’ wasn’t what I was expecting to hear at this moment. But I had to remember this wasn’t for me, this was about Cathy and her fantasy. So finger her I did, and yes, wet doesn’t come close.
I sought to educate myself in lusty matters. One story I found fascinating involved a woman giving a man a hand job.
The story tells the tale of when I first came to terms with the fact pain, and certain kinks, gave me pleasure. It was a defining moment for me.