My New Year resolution is to give up sex. For at least 6 months. That means two blokes with delicious cocks, and a couple of women with big strap ons -- either alone or together. Including the woman who stays with me, Susie.
Damn it, when you are a hot, young, bi babe with a killer arse and submissive tendencies, you can be a fucktoy for weeks at a time and the housework just doesn't get done.
And I have things I want to do. Develop my life drawing techniques, learn public speaking, raise a kitten. When someone owns your killer arse, it can be hard to focus on things.
People are always after my arse. Or tits. Or legs. Or back. Or neck. Or ears. Lick them &/or blow in them, and I'm all yours.
I hate my ears. Well, I do at the moment. There is a direct link from my ears to my clit.
So I had a think about what to do first. As much as I enjoy life drawing, the models might be too much of a temptation. I needed an activity with plain, boring, middle-aged women. Toastmasters and public speaking was the answer. How many hot blokes and women would I encounter in a public speaking club? Not too many, I'd wager. My arse would be safe.
And I'd learn public speaking. Perfect.
My first speech was OK. They call it an ice-breaker, where you talk about yourself. I didn't mention I was a bi submissive bitch with a weakness for anal and water sports, but I did tell them a few things about myself. Including my fondness for massages.
That may have been a mistake.
I was getting myself a long, cool drink at the bar, after my speech, when a plain, boring, middle-aged, slightly plump Toastmaster, Denise, sidled up beside me.
'That was a really good speech, Jacinta,' she said.
'Thank you,' I sighed, rubbing my neck. 'I was so tense, and I'm so dry.'
'Yes, public speaking is like that,' she said. 'I used to get very tight in my lower back and arse when I started. Now I'm not so bad, but my arse still gets tight.'
She rubbed her arse.
'Where do you get tense?' she asked, innocently.
She looked me over, pausing on my arse.
My nipples hardened. She looked at them. And smiled.
'Shoulders?' she asked, putting a hand on my left shoulder.
'Yes,' I said, grimacing as she pushed a little.
'I'm a part-time masseuse,' she said. 'You get to know where someone is tense, just by looking.'
I expected her to ask me if my nipples were tense.
She pressed into my neck.
'Ooooh, you are tense!' she exclaimed.
She contemplated me for a moment. That always affects me, when people run their eyes over me. In a wet and slippery way. Better to be looked over, than overlooked, I say.
'Look, I have a few people I massage regularly. I am picky about who my clients are. Would you be interested in my free, introductory massage? It's free.'
Hmm, that sounded good. If I had dull, boring, plain, middle-aged, plump Denise run her hands all over my slim, slinky, hot, oiled, naked, delicious body, I might be less inclined to succumb to other people who wanted to fuck me senseless.
'Yes, that sounds good,' I sighed, as she worked my tight muscles. Damn, she was good.
'I could give you one now,' Denise said. 'I have my massage equipment in the car. Why don't we strike while the iron is hot?'
Well, we did. In no time, we were at my place, with Denise setting up her portable massage table.
