Looking for a writer.

[TONY5934]

I have a good mate who has lost his Penis to cancer but,he has a way with women.He is in his mid 40s and lost his fight to keep it when he was 36,after chemo & radio therapy.His marriage is good but all they do according to what he tells me is oral & finger work.But he has a way with the ladies especially the middleage ladies.Unknown to his wife he has 4 that enjoy his special talents.
Can anyone out there write me a story about some exploits that he could get up to with these ladies that I could present him with?

 

[Carnevil9]

Can he still have prostate orgasms? Because that would let him stay in the game without being strictly a giver of pleasure.

 

[Hypoxia]

I have a good mate who has lost his Penis to cancer but,he has a way with women.He is in his mid 40s and lost his fight to keep it when he was 36,after chemo & radio therapy.His marriage is good but all they do according to what he tells me is oral & finger work.But he has a way with the ladies especially the middleage ladies.Unknown to his wife he has 4 that enjoy his special talents.
Can anyone out there write me a story about some exploits that he could get up to with these ladies that I could present him with?

I'm not interested in writing the story anytime soon but questions and ideas occur. How does wife Wendy normally give pleasure to hubby Hank? Tickling his prostate, maybe? (Assuming he still has testicles.) Do his ladies Adelle, Betty, Cindy and Della know of each other? Are group sessions involved? Since he's not penetrating anyone, does he consider this to be not cheating? Would the ladies' husbands (if any) share that view?

One easy scenario: Hank, cousins Alicia and Betti, and sisters Cindi and Della, are all in a church choir. After-hours choir practice sometimes gets intense, with Hank working his magic on each whilst watching the rest pleasure each other. They take turns probing his prostate. Does Wanda ever find out?

Another scenario: Hank runs a home service business, giving him plausible excuses to regularly visit his ladies, with each (and Wanda) thinking they're his only one. Does a slip in the schedule lead to discovery? What then?

Another: Hank has some plausible reason to visit his ladies regularly. He thinks he's satisfying them all and Wanda too. But it turns out Wanda is entertaining their husbands whilst he's busy with them. Everybody juggles schedules to maximize fun and minimize risk. Hilarity ensues.

Minutiae: Hank wears a vivid strap-on dildo for those times when fingers and tongue just ain't enough. Della tries to get Hank to include her cousin Ella into his circle of fun but he doesn't like/trust her. Hank has a fetish: each of his ladies (maybe Wanda too) have one glass eye, or are squirters, whatever.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"glass eye"? Really?

 

[Hypoxia]

"glass eye"? Really?

Fetishes are as fetishes do.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Fetishes are as fetishes do.

My first thought was popping it out and then...
No. I don't want to go there.

 

[Hypoxia]

My first thought was popping it out and then...
No. I don't want to go there.

I did that in Like A Hole In The Head about brain-damage fetish. Our narrator Marva says:

Whitney and Lavonne had both suffered and survived brain tumors. Their LARGE tumors had been successfully removed, leaving lacunae (empty spaces) inside their heads. Fairly long and narrow lacunae. Whitney's was behind her left eye, where her optical cortex had been removed. Lavonne's was inside her right ear.
<...>
Leon was energetic but not well-endowed. His full-erect length was only about four inches. That was just fine for the ladies. (And okay for me too, when he was reaming my ass -- not too far there, thanks.) He could fuck their heads, ramming his short fat prick all the way in, banging his balls respectively against Whitney's cheek or or Lavonne's neck, WHAP WHAP!​

So Whitney just had to pop-out her psychedelic glass eyeball and she was ready for Leon. Easy, huh?

 

[BurningMonkey]

Scary
I'm going home and curl under my blanket, now, where the Bad Things can't get me...