[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[ARK]

Had a good afternoon in the woods yesterday. I only cut 3 trees one pine and two cedars

Tree killer

[Tongue+groove]

That previous post isn’t even worth spending time on.

But this is:

Last night we passed in the hallway me heading to bed her to the shower. She stops me and looks up directly in my eyes and says.

You should get things prepared. I want to unlock and play with your little toy. And I’ll give you a heads up, your not going to cum, I just want to play with it.

I’m thinking she going spumoni, hooray.

God those green eyes were so vivid I melted. Yes ma’am is all I had.

When she arrived all was ready and me setting on the side of the bed waiting with the anticipation of a school boy.

When she arrived all ready dressed for sleep she says.

Get everything off from the waist down. Anything above is your decision, after all it’s not going to get dirty from cum anyway.

I stripped head to toe. She had me lay on my back and unlocked me.

Her: when you take that off do it fast and be sure the ring gets off before it’s too late.

Doing as instructed mr. Wanky sprang to life like he was a teen again. Literally with a hearty laugh she says.

Omg I’ve never seen it get immediately hard so fast. It was packed in so small that it looked like it sprang from a foreskin. Or at least I think that’s what a foreskin would look like, I’ve never seen one I don’t think. And look how pink and sensitive it is.

Yup she’s vanilla.

Me: that’s why I wish I still had mine.
Her. Do you want to start stretching again?
Me. No I’ve gained enough and I prefer life locked by you.

She then took me into more Neo’s by edging than I could imagine. I have learned that Neo’s actually help prevent me from ejaculating. She kept me edged with the slightest touching because of this new sensitivity. After a half hour or more I went soft from exhaustion.

She handed me the key with lock and said I think we’re done, you know what to do.

And she’s spumoni again.

[Tongue+groove]

In conversation this morning I mentioned that I had a request some time back about seeing my apron but I wasn’t comfortable posting pics yet. She said I could post a pic of it as long as I wasn’t wearing it. She said that was for her eyes only.

So after some internal deliberation I’m stepping into new territory. Comments are welcome, maybe that will stir her curiosity to read here.

Hopefully I do this correctly.

[denied_one]

Now THAT is a MANLY lookin' apron!!

You absolutely did it correctly! Good show!

[Tongue+groove]

Well it happened to me for the first time. Mr. Wanky started drooling for no apparent reason.

I was on all fours doing my daily rooms floor when I felt like I was going to go pee. When I looked down there was a drip on the floors with a long stringer hanging there. It just kept oozing for no reason and feeling like I was peeing.

Finished the floor and had to take little dog outside to relieve herself. When she started peeing I couldn’t help it I to also. I could tell by texture that it was flushing cum out. When I was done I startled leaking severely. Walked back in the house with stringers everywhere. Had to clean up before I could return to the floor.

I guess last night combined with my floor work did something. I’m logging this for reference because she will require a full report this afternoon.

And her bathroom floor now I know why she added it to todays list. Seems she been letting that one build for awhile.

I have determined the reason she said one room per day was to see if I was truly dedicated. I think she is convinced since yesterday she said she was ordering me a better tool for the floors instead of on my knees with a tiny sponge.

Looks like she is turning this over to me.

BCWYWF

[denied_one]

Wow all the edging and NEO's got you dribbling like you are bringing the ball up court!

Dang dude! What a hot night you had as well

@MrsLockNkey gives me 10 minutes grace period to lock myself up after any kind of activity. So yep, that smokin hot She said "here, you know what to do"

Your Spumoni Miss G!

[Tongue+groove]

It’s been an interesting morning. It all started last night when Mrs. G spilled a glass of cranberry juice on the live room floor. We both hustled to clean it up. In the middle of it all:

Her: I’m so sorry, I know you had just cleaned this floor today.
Me: it’ll be ok it will clean again and you can’t cry over spilled milk, or juice.
Her: I know you’re trying to be light hearted but I didn’t mean to mess up your floor.


And there it was, those words, your floor. Realized or not she is adjusting to this life.

Then this morning she’s observing the light glare on the floor.

Her: it looks like you’re going to need to clean that again.

No apologies for the spill just a simple directive. It was awesome.

Later as she was leaving I was walking her out and had one of my sugar drops and had to stop and set a moment. When she texted me later I was on the phone and didn’t respond immediately. Five minutes later she calls checking on me. She was a bit stern saying she was worried that I was ok and she didn’t appreciate me worrying her. Not sure but I have a feeling I got a couple of demerits for that one. She couldn’t say much being at work.

That’s it I have to get after the floors.

[denied_one]

"sugar drops"

Is that what you are referring your leaking to, as now?

[Tongue+groove]

"sugar drops"

That’s a good one I would like to use it but that would confuse the reality that I do have sudden drops in blood sugar. It’s because my entire large intestine was removed over 20 years ago. As a result my digestive system can go completely empty rapidly. I have to keep something in my stomach constantly. I keep snacks with me all the time.

When I have these episodes I frequently call them the week trembles because I will start to tremble and suddenly get weak in the knees. Part of it is genetic, grandpa was the same. Mine has been exasperated by the surgery.

Sugar drops is a good one though.

[Tongue+groove]

In a recent conversation she expressed concern about my neo’s. She said I had one the other night where my eyes rolled back and I quit breathing. She had to tell me to breathe again. She said she was afraid she might have killed me.

Me: if I think im dying I’ll let you know.
Her: oh that makes perfect sense, your going to be able to tell me you’re dead. We’re not spring chickens any more.
Me: I don’t want a spring chicken. I want you a well practiced mature sex machine.
Her: now you’re getting deep, I’m going to need my boots.
Me: hey it’s why we have a safe word.
Her: oh yeah, what was it again?
Me: you don’t remember? What good is a safe word if you don’t remember.
Her: listen, why do you think I have my computer save my passwords.
Me: but I’ve seen your passwords. AI couldn’t generate those.
Her: just remind me what is the safe word.
Me: Kalamazoo, how can you forget that.
Her: oh yeah now I remember. And I’m sure I would have caught on had you used it. After all that’s not a word used in typical conversation.


She had me a little concerned for a moment. I honestly thought she was going to tell me she forgot it because I wouldn’t be needing it . Whew I don’t know about her at times. Mixing vanilla and spumoni in one bowl could prove dangerous.