#jessica

***Arkansas Thong Challenge***

Jonesboro Arkansas

***Arkansas Thong Challenge***

Thank you for your submission!! SEXY!!

Representing Jonesboro Arkansas

A confession from Jessica 

 It’s been 99 days since her last orgasm. 

Tell us about yourself: I am 27 and I am happily married. Living with my husband in a tiny apartment 

Hello James, I am here for an update. It has been a month since my last confession. Since then a few things have changed but a few things have not. I somehow stuck to my promise of not having another orgasm. Although it wasn’t without help. 

My amazing loving husband started to learn the signs of when I am close to my orgasm. He started to slow down or even stopped. Recently I have gotten very sensitive down there. So much so that we found it difficult to have sex without me going over the edge. It both feels amazing and frustrating to us. Telling him to pull out because I am about to cum feels like I failed as a woman and as a wife. But my incredible husband instead told me that this is just another hurdle that we as a couple have to learn to overcome. He is amazing isn’t he? 

Anyways, eventually we did learn. 

Thank you

Jessica

He does indeed sound amazing, as do you! What a wonderful update to your confession, thank you.

I think, like everyone reading this, you probably know what the solution to this problem is, Jessica. If your pussy is simply too sensitive for him to fuck, then it’s time to become an anal only wife.

Not that this is how you present it to him. You need to make sure it’s something you want, and spend some time practicing with a safe dildo or plug, preparing yourself and learning to enjoy or at least tolerate play back there. And then, you either need to offer it to him as a surprise, perhaps a birthday or anniversary, or date night gift. Or, when you next plan to have sex, make sure you’re prepared, cleaned, lubricated, ready to suggest ‘would you like to fuck me in the ass instead, darling? Then you don’t have to worry about me cumming and won’t have to hold back.’

No matter how much preparation you’ve done, it’ll probably still be something of a shock if it’s new to you. Here’s where you need to do a little acting for the first few times, perhaps. Telling him it feels better than you imagined, that you like it, that it only reinforces your denial and makes it even more powerful. These things are usually true, but just take a little time to appreciate.

You might hate it, in which case, of course, don’t continue. But many find their initial ‘act’ soon becomes reality. That your ass becomes his hole of preference. That your pussy is saved for the most special of occasions. 

It sounds to me, just the kind of gift that such an amazing husband deserves. You just wait and see the look on his face when you offer it to him. It’ll be worth all the frustration and desperation it’s going to cause you, I promise.

James

Jessica

Jessica snorted, “I could have told you that.” But it was amusing to think that even in one hundred years of life, knitting remained the worst pasttime. Then it hit her; one hundred years. “You’re not…you’re—” Old, she’d wanted to say. Like super old. “Sorry, I thought you were a kid,” Jessica blinked, shaking her head. “I have no idea what Forknight is either, really. I thought you would.” She sighed, “that—Geez, you really aren’t a kid, huh? What’s the deal? Alien? Mutate?”

isaak waited for the realization to come across her face, his lips perking upwards into a smirk as he saw it finally hit her. god he’d never find that old, not as long as he looked so young for his age. “ - not old? i wouldn’t call myself old. “ which was true, he was fairly young for an asgardian, considering odin lived for centuries. “ you wouldn’t be the first to make that mistake. “ they waved a hand at her before running his fingers through his curly black hair. “ asgardian, my dear. “ 

Jessica stared at him, the last thing she expected was to see anyone under fifty trying to knit. “You’ve picked the weirdest time to get into knitting,” Jessica stated, slamming down the pile of textbooks she’d been lugging around. “I’d offer help, but I have no idea what to do either,” a brow quirked upward, “and here I thought all the kids wanted to spend their free-time playing Forknight or whatever. Good on you, kid.” She paused, “but you could just quit before you do actually stab someone.”

“ i’ve lived over hundred years and i’ve concluded, knitting is one of the worst things i’ve ever endured. “ isaak threw the needles over the side of the couch as the other woman threw her textbooks down and looked up at the woman. it felt a bit flattered, she obviously thought he was much younger than he appeared but that was the case with all asgardians, they fooled the eye with their slow aging. “ sorry, dear - i have no clue what this forknight you speak of is. “ isaak shook his head before sitting up. “ trust me, i’ve seen enough death to not want to cause it. “