H's eyes are watering now....!
The worst part was getting ready to pierce it. You have to use the barbell to measure for the holes, while you're hard. Mark the skin, and then when you're soft, hit both marks with the needle. Hemos on your skin can be a bit painful
A very professional woman did that part 
Fun for the ladies, I assume you mean?
I can't even imagine what that might feel like!
Wickedly good, a slice of heaven between your thighs
Sending love...
and to you... 
On an evening at the theatre - an alarmingly true tale
So there we were, in the darkened theatre, after the interval. Me, last seat in the row, next to some bolted door in the wall, my man to my left, and our friends to his left. Dark. Very dark.
And I feel his hand sliding up my leg under my frock, past the top of my stocking. And then I feel it keep going... And it's weird, because I had actually been sort of fantasising about this just before the interval and wondering what it would be like, but I hadn't said anything.
So I hunch down in my seat a little, part my legs. And the fingers slide inside my French knickers... I have no idea what's going on on the stage now, all I can think about is the feeling of him stroking my clit. And I'm getting wetter and wetter, and he's getting harder and harder - I know this because I have my hand in his lap now.
And this all goes on for some minutes, I'm getting closer and closer, and eventually I can't wait any more and I reach down and bring myself quickly over the edge. Completely silently...
There's a sort of musky scent in the air, but it all seems to have gone unnoticed... Although, this being Britain, perhaps everyone knows, but no-one is saying anything, because that's what we're like!
After the play ends, the lady in the seat behind mine gives me an enormous grin as we leave, so perhaps she saw...
And after an interminably long taxi ride back to the hotel (well, it seemed that way!), he bends me over the desk in the hotel room, spanks me thoroughly, and fucks me hard, in the manner of a man who has been thinking about it since Act IV!
Still can't quite believe that happened...
The theatre will never be the same for me.
On an evening at the theatre - an alarmingly true tale
So there we were, in the darkened theatre, after the interval. Me, last seat in the row, next to some bolted door in the wall, my man to my left, and our friends to his left. Dark. Very dark.
And I feel his hand sliding up my leg under my frock, past the top of my stocking. And then I feel it keep going... And it's weird, because I had actually been sort of fantasising about this just before the interval and wondering what it would be like, but I hadn't said anything.
So I hunch down in my seat a little, part my legs. And the fingers slide inside my French knickers... I have no idea what's going on on the stage now, all I can think about is the feeling of him stroking my clit. And I'm getting wetter and wetter, and he's getting harder and harder - I know this because I have my hand in his lap now.
And this all goes on for some minutes, I'm getting closer and closer, and eventually I can't wait any more and I reach down and bring myself quickly over the edge. Completely silently...
There's a sort of musky scent in the air, but it all seems to have gone unnoticed... Although, this being Britain, perhaps everyone knows, but no-one is saying anything, because that's what we're like!
After the play ends, the lady in the seat behind mine gives me an enormous grin as we leave, so perhaps she saw...
And after an interminably long taxi ride back to the hotel (well, it seemed that way!), he bends me over the desk in the hotel room, spanks me thoroughly, and fucks me hard, in the manner of a man who has been thinking about it since Act IV!
Still can't quite believe that happened...
On an evening at the theatre - an alarmingly true tale
So there we were, in the darkened theatre, after the interval. Me, last seat in the row, next to some bolted door in the wall, my man to my left, and our friends to his left. Dark. Very dark.
And I feel his hand sliding up my leg under my frock, past the top of my stocking. And then I feel it keep going... And it's weird, because I had actually been sort of fantasising about this just before the interval and wondering what it would be like, but I hadn't said anything.
So I hunch down in my seat a little, part my legs. And the fingers slide inside my French knickers... I have no idea what's going on on the stage now, all I can think about is the feeling of him stroking my clit. And I'm getting wetter and wetter, and he's getting harder and harder - I know this because I have my hand in his lap now.
And this all goes on for some minutes, I'm getting closer and closer, and eventually I can't wait any more and I reach down and bring myself quickly over the edge. Completely silently...
There's a sort of musky scent in the air, but it all seems to have gone unnoticed... Although, this being Britain, perhaps everyone knows, but no-one is saying anything, because that's what we're like!
After the play ends, the lady in the seat behind mine gives me an enormous grin as we leave, so perhaps she saw...
And after an interminably long taxi ride back to the hotel (well, it seemed that way!), he bends me over the desk in the hotel room, spanks me thoroughly, and fucks me hard, in the manner of a man who has been thinking about it since Act IV!
Still can't quite believe that happened...
Must have been another great performance of "Wicked"
And clearly approved, given her big grin!
Exactly!
I think the lady in the row behind knew...
And if our friends were aware, their poker faces were impeccable for the rest of the weekend. But knowing them, I might seriously suspect that they had got up to similar (or worse!) at some point in their lives
*laughs*
No, it was a Properly Serious Play, albeit with comic bits. My man told me afterwards that he was laughing when the rest of the audience laughed, in order to avoid arousing the suspicion of our friends to his left, but with no idea of what the joke had been!
It wasn't laughing I was doing, though....
