15-for-15 Challenge02 - On Hormones and Dildos...

Posted by Lola on Wednesday, February 04, 2015 in Musings, Opinions, U&I | 13 comments

Post credit to NJ

I want to vent.

I mean really vent. Not the words-war; no one "looked" for my trouble to deserve verbal thrashing. I want a physical vent, like the one that lets out all the konji in your sytem. I want a release, I mean a climacteric eruption from within to whatever vacuum...as long as it is visibly in sight. A thing or a being??? For now I choose a "thing," so I'm just going to experiment different rhythms and speeds with this bluish looking thing. We will do it slow, fast and erratic or anyhow as I deem pleasurable. I will sit myself in front of this mirror, I mean there is something highly arousing about seeing an object move in and out of the veevee right?

Henrietta wrote furiously as she hoped the exercise would help take her mind off her current state. She continued writing, "It's been 220 weeks and 5 days since the last man thrust, honest I've been faithful. I've been good, I even moved back in with uncle Richards so I wouldn't be tempted to sleep out not to talk of getting in the act.

Here I am, all alone, starved of all masculine company; the feeling of deep intimate intercourse and the pleasure that comes with it. I mourn my faithfulness as though it were a crime. I am saddened by my abstinence as though it were a curse. I should be happy and proud of my stance, just the idea that I could hold out this long means I have some measure of control over my body.….I mean hey, 220 weeks no be easy feat!"

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Henrietta is a young woman with so much ahead of her, armed with a beautifully creamed smooth skin, an intelligently sharp mind, a moderately figured body (just enough flesh in the right places), and a charming character, she seemed on a mission to conquer the world...her world. As she moved, she pulled to herself the attention of many. So many men she could choose from, individually they chose her. At each instance she dated a man; she sought for her hero, a man who would complement her, a man who would lead her to the discovery of her greater self. It wasn't a fairy tale for her expectations were not out of this world. She knew what she wanted in a man and she was intently zooming in beyond looking.

Being an only child, her mother had taught her to be careful in choosing a partner. So as she grew through school and career, she made sure she had fun, but was also searching for a ‘complete complement’ as her mother put it.

“Ah….I remember Harry”, Henrietta exclaimed, “that guy at my former office, he struck a chord in my heart,” smiling as she recollects. He was nice, young and seemed ideal. Though not as tall as she would have wanted, he was funny in a way, very communicative and well spoken. Sometimes the work space can be a love nest, except this love never grew wings. It died there. “I killed it,” she echoed with a sense of control, but not before discovering that they shared similar passions….big screen movies, strong career pursuit, poetry, politics and a bit of others…..you know. She kept her bridges intact for she knew early enough that this wasn’t a “never return” destination. With openness, love and respect, she let him slip back to his wife. She simply changed the tag from “prospective lover” to “friend”. Harry was okay with that; he was married and contented just being her friend. “Here is a man that loves me, a man I can love, but he is not mine”. She silently comforted herself and moved on until she got to a point, this point of definitive choice.

She was just tired of the circle. Time was passing, the clock, ticking. Slowly but surely she drew to the borders of society’s line of fire. Not that it mattered what anyone would say about her marital status as she gradually grew into a career lady. She wanted this for herself but also a man to keep her warm at night...and day (some days are cold too you know); someone to stand by her through thick and thin, a passionate companion through the journey of life.

“No more sheets”, she strongly resolved. Her life experiences were nowhere near as graphic and eventful as that of Juanita Bynum, the author of a moving testimonial. She recently stumbled on this life changing story of a woman who had so much to say about womanhood. It was redefining. She didn’t decide to become a nun after reading it. It wasn’t a religious push so don’t wonder why she sought to vent. She simply told herself “ it is time to make changes, time to pay a price for a priceless goal.

Before moving back with Uncle Richard, Henrietta had pretty much everything she wanted except a man she could call her own - yeah, you know...there were unintended flings along the road. She was successful at everything but lonely inside. “I need to tame myself” She silently sobbed. It was hard, really hard. In her closet she recalled the bliss of heated blood in her veins, the pain and pleasure of romance, the sweet drippings of her juice and the blasted moans, the deep desire that emanates from a mere glance at a man’s sweaty skin...

She was being a woman, she was human.

Nothing wrong with it right? It's just a good vaginal therapy????

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Writer's note - As always, this was pure imagination
Image credit - www.pridemagazine.com
Special thanks - To NJ, accept my heartfelt salute my muse