When I decide to write these confessionals I always ask myself if this is something I want to share with people. Then I remember the things I’ve already shared about my private life and it’s ups and downs which remind me not to take myself so seriously. You can have a laugh at my expense or empathize with my situation. Just be safe out there, whatever it is you do.
–Kara
The pandemic has not done this woman any favors. The immediate impact was felt because of the way I have my sexual fulfillment. With places on lock-down and quarantine, meeting people in my usual places were out of the question. I also wasn’t putting myself at risk just to get a quick lay.
All of that mess left me with my tried and true methods of self fulfillment of assorted vibrators and long pointed man like soft squishy things that I can put in and out of myself in more places than one – Dildos.
Initially, things were fine. Lube up two fingers and slide then into my panty to get things started. Then move over a little more stimulation with the vibrator and then take things up a notch for that moment of truth with a dildo or two. Things were looking good. I could get through this pandemic thing with my libido in tact.
Then came a series of events that have left me wondering about life and all of it’s follies, trials and tribulations. First came my favorite vibrator and it happened at the absolute worst time during what was arguably the best time of this miserable year so far. Downtown was undergoing construction on one of the streets I walk past on my way to a client site. I got a lot of attention from the workers as I passed by and it lingered in my head as I took the salad from a nearby cafe back to a nearby park bench to eat. I’m 40 now and even though I probably look like a solid late 20’s woman, I know the attention will fade away.
I guess you can say I’m in that mode of awareness to savor every moment good and bad when it comes to attention. Soon I’ll join the many women that just blend into the scenery and go unnoticed. Don’t get me wrong, I have a love hate relationship with unwanted attention. This way was special. First, it was a month into the pandemic so this girl was in a dry spell. Second, I would not have fucked any of these guys (well maybe two of them) I was just happy to know I’m still noticed. I went back to my desk and let my imagination go to work.
I had a lot of thoughts go through my head and I told myself that on my way back to the parking garage, I would confront on of those workers if they dare objectify me and I would give them a piece of my mind. As it happened, when I walked past the construction site, no one was there, they had all left. Fine, I’d just go home then, which I did.
I opted to settle for a bath that night and in doing so, I lit a scented vanilla candle and brought in my bluetooth vibrator along. I figured I’d let my spottily playlist run in the background to drown out the buzzing underwater while I lay in the tub and relax.
All things were in place and I closed my eyes and slid deeper into the tub with the waterline just below my chin and a soft buzz humming and sending ripples up to the surface. The guys were all there in their vests, hardhats and construction equipment. The fat one with the beard, the clean cut and well groomed one who looked like someone important, and even the fine scruffy hard-body with the blue eyes. I could barely make out what they were saying but I was sure going to find out. I crossed the street and was making my way towards their blocked entryway when they approached saying crude things and trying to one up each other in a bid to get under my skirt.
I was firm, I brushed them off, telling them that I wasn’t a piece of meat to be ogled from afar. I was to be respected and treated as an equal. The tension was high. My toes were squirming and the candle was getting brighter. They smelled great for construction guys, in fact, they smelled like vanilla. The scruffy hard-body flipped through his hair when he tossed a smile my way and said something in Spanish. The bearded man began hammering and I could feel the vibrations, literally. The clean cut gentlemen gestured to continue the conversation in a quieter place.
I nodded and followed him past the warning tape and then we entered an office in a trailer. It was crude, messy and small. Then the ripped abs Spanish gentlemen walked in behind us. Things were getting hot, maybe their AC wasn’t working or maybe the water in the tub was too hot. Either way, the temperature was rising.
The two asked me what issues I was having and as I explained my concerns to them in earnest about the issues that women today face with being demeaned, they were both losing articles of clothing with each topic I covered. Soon I was talking to two shirtless men whose eyes moved up and down my body. I called attention to my eyes and they called attention to their pants as those were starting to become undone for removal.
I adjusted the settings on the app and set it for a slow rise. Each moment of time that passed, another article of clothing was removed until I’m staring at their chiseled bodies. As if that wasn’t enough, the bearded fat man joined the fray out of nowhere and was immediately bare. I should have gagged or at least threw up in my mouth, but a sip of wine from the glass on the side of the tub took care of that. Was that part of a turkey sandwich in his beard? What was that you said Spanish prince? Oh,blue eyes, you’re so charming.
They came closer and began touching me, undressing me, exploring my face, neck, shoulders and arms. The bubbles in the water foamed up and began swaying. My feet wrapped around the faucet. My phone in hand sliding that slider to the next notch on the intensity scale. My body was in their hands. What would they do? What about the fat man, what he gentle or a beast? Would I melt under Mr. Clean Cut? Would I become a bad dirty girl for senior espanol?
My clothes were coming off one at a time and I didn’t have to do a thing. The bearded man’s hands were around my waist while he stood behind me. Blue Eyes was on my left side and Rico Suave was on my right as my arms were out wide, they were sliding my blouse off. Things were moving fast while I was still telling them about the advancements women had recently made in society and how times had changed. Needless to say groping was going on in both directions. My hands were full of man meat and their hand were full of me.
It was hot, I was sweaty, they were carnal and I was accommodating and then it happened… The vibe broke. Just when I was climbed to the top and was about to light the fireworks, it all came to a halt. The candle flickered, the bubbles popped, and the wine was gone. I tapped the app hoping for anything but it was too late. I pulled out what was inside and got cleaned up.
Time to order a replacement and who knows how long that would take to get here. I do not want that on my Amazon Prime history, and I’m not calling tech support. That was the end of that fiasco and I thought I was in the clear. After all, there were more toys and my trusty fingers would never betray me.
Then came the fourth month of the pandemic. My shower is surrounded by glass walls on three sides. I should have anticipated things that could happen, but as it is, at the peak levels of being horny, being smart drops down a whole lot.
Today it was just the Spanish Prince Enrique, (because he looked like an Enrique) and me. We are about to do the naked tango and I had a suction attached dildo at just the right height for me to back myself into and ride until Enrique broke me. Or so I thought.
I placed the suction on the glass wall instead of the wooden wall with the fiberglass or porcelain wall. As you can imagine, I’m doing my thing moving up and down, front to back giving Enrique his taste of my American Pie when the walls started to literally shake and collapsed around me. I fell onto my ass on glass with a dildo jammed inside me with another two layers of glass on top of me. Water still running and my face and boobs pressed against more glass.
Great. Just Fucking Great. I was already having a bad day and the thing that was supposed to be my release was something that I’d need to be released from. The water is bouncing off the glass, blurring what I can see and getting everything wet. My arms are pinned and my legs are useless because I have a dildo jammed so far up into me that we might as well become a part of each other.
I won’t bore you with the details but I obviously made it out. Bruised but alive, dildo free, with a bruised ego and a repairman to call. That was something then the repair woman showed up. I simply said that the walls collapsed. I did not explain anything else. Why should I. She knew how and I just know it. The suction cup from the dildo didn’t make it, that puppy was attached really well. We didn’t say anything to each other, but she ended up making things look new again.
After striking out twice with the construction guys I didn’t want to take my changes with my fingers. I need those for work. I ended up coming back to the chatroom while I wait for my replacements to arrive. Here I am with two months left in the year, older, wiser and still eager to see where things go.
Hope your 2020 is going better than mine.
xoxo-Kara
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