Doing A Carol 8
Dear Diary.
For some reason, sex with Jerry the other night had shifted slightly.
I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or bad thing, but it’s definitely shifted.
The routine of what we tend to do had changed, with Jerry suddenly improvising his moves and catching me somewhat off guard.
Was it because of my new sexy lingerie that caused an interest? Did that excite Jerry? Is that his thing?
Whatever it was, our playtime routine was not its usual wham-bam-thank-you-mam, in and out, job done and here’s your certificate.
I noticed that there were a flicker of fire in Jerry’s eyes. A phoenix arising from the ashes moment. It was brief, but it was there. Just.
Or could it be it me, giving out the wrong signals to Jerry, still thinking of those naughty pictures Michael had sent me, tempting me to see and feel the real thing, his snake of seduction?
If so, the game had now changed during half time, only for the old, tired team to be retired and replaced with a fresh and frisky new invigorated group of fit young players to win the match and bring home the cup.
And, as I was going to find out, there are more ways to hold the glistening trophy of satisfaction high in jubilation and celebrate the liberation to my journey of sexual transformation.
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