I met the nicest man this morning.  Technically, I suppose we met a couple weeks ago when he re

I met the nicest man this morning.  Technically, I suppose we met a couple weeks ago when he reached out to Me on Fetlife with a proposal that I peg him.  But is that really meeting someone?  That limited correspondence didn’t allow Me the opportunity to look into his warm brown eyes, to restrain Myself from running My fingers through his lovely thick white hair (he calls it salt and pepper, but believe you me, it’s a whole lot more salt than pepper, which is actually pretty sexy), to watch his mouth move as he spoke about his unsatisfying marital sex life, imagining those lips on Mine - both pair.

In person meetings are important.  Sure, I’ve had lengthy correspondences and seen photographs of plenty of men over the years, so that I knew what they looked like before we ever inhabited the same zip code.  But they didn’t know what I looked like.  It’s like the policy of the Vatican guards when you visit the Sistine Chapel:  “NO PHOTOS!  NO VIDEO!” their voices ring out constantly as tourists try to sneak a snapshot.  Milky is a woman with a strapon (several, actually) and she is happy to send you a picture of Her shecock, but she does not share her own image.  So the face to face is an important chance to gauge the reaction of a gentleman to My physical appearance. 

While this fellow did not immediately fall to his knees and sing an ode to My beauty, he did not run screaming into the woods, either.  He seemed amenable to meeting again.  And that makes Me happy.  Because I like him.  He loves his children, he cares about his wife’s happiness, but he is made to feel that his desire for sex - just basic sex, actually - is somehow inappropriate.  Hell, even when all he wants is to have a glass of wine by the fire pit in the backyard with his mate, he’s denied that pleasure. 

And you know Me.  I love to grant the wishes of deprived men, particularly neglected husbands.  It’s been a while since I’ve pegged a lover.  Before I do that, though, I want to play with this man.  To touch him in the ways he hasn’t been touched.  It’s easy enough to do that in a car.  So we shall start out slow.  I want to make his heart beat fast and bring a smile to those lips and a light in his eyes.  Amazing what the touch of a woman can do for a man.

Cartoon source: https://beaksbitchblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/03/the-weekly-bitch-its-just-you-your-hand-tonight/