Monday, June 20, 2016

instruction manual.

How to assemble your new IKEA bookshelf.


Contents: Allen key, four shelves, twelve shelving pegs, one back piece, left, right and top panel.

Place back piece flat on the bed, or other surface.  This will allow you to attach the side with ease. You might cause stress to the joints or warping to the panels, though IKEA particle board can be quite soft and flexible if you treat it properly.  Pick up the Allen key, and allow it to become like an extension of your own hand.  You may need to apply a small amount of oil or lubricant to the tip, to facilitate easy entry into the shelving pegs.  Retrieve the lonely left panel, and place it so that it lies parallel to the back piece, softly caressing the side while it waits anxiously for entry.  Take care to align the key into the waiting orifice at a perpendicular angle and begin at a slow, steady pace.  Only when the groove is ready to catch the instrument, you may begin to thoughtfully rotate your glistening key, and feel the panels  begin to move together in an intoxicating, deliberate rhythm.  Repeat with the right side panel until the throbbing three are joined in a perfect, ecstatic union.  Turn, turn, turn, until you can't possibly turn any more.  When you're satisfied with the tightness and closeness of the each part, your bookshelf is ready to stand erect.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

sex assistant.

Obviously, my pussy would ache and yearn at the sight of you fucking someone else.

I picture myself made to stand at attention beside the bed, with my hands clasped behind my back.  I wear a sexy secretary outfit, complete with thigh high stockings, a low cut collared shirt, and glasses.  I think the muscles in between my legs would clench sympathetically, each time I watch your slippery member disappear between her glistening folds.  My shaved mound would moisten uncomfortably, begging to be touched, and I would keep adjusting my weight, squeezing my thighs together, trying to stop it from dripping down my leg.  I think, at the same time, I would feel ashamed and embarrassed to watch, as if I shouldn't be intruding on your intimate moment.  To be ignored, and not asked to join in, would turn my face and chest scarlet with awkwardness.  My eyes would keep finding your two writhing bodies, even when I tried to look away.  My gaze would lower towards my stocked feet, wishing that I could be wearing the exotic heels adorning the dainty feet of your lover.  My eyes would wander upwards, seeing flashes of flesh, then darting immediately away.  My hands would writhe behind my back, wanting to touch the skin, the breasts, the cock, my own pussy.
  
"Karen?"  Finally I hear my name.  Maybe you want me to join in after all.  Perhaps you felt badly making me stand here for so long.    Maybe I've done such a good job being patient and quiet, that I deserve a reward.  "More lube, please.  And hurry."
"Yes sir."  I retrieve the bottle from the cabinet, and squirt a liberal amount onto your throbbing dick.  My mouth is partially open, wanting to taste it so very badly.
"Thank you.  Now, back to your corner."  I obediently comply.  Little do you know that pleasing you and your lover is all the reward I need.