kiwi_submissive
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I just want to throw my head back and scream and scream until I have no voice left.
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*sigh*
I spent 15 minutes on the phone yesterday, with a woman who wanted to book a lingerie fitting for her husband. Very elaborate & consistant backstory (medical condition/meds causing breast growth, etc), and she was so earnest about their decision (herself, the husband, the doctors) to embrace his "new, feminine self".
She wanted him to be in safe hands, know his situation would be accepted, respected, and dealt with in a professional manner, etc (which is why my coworker handed *me* the phone). She even had a list of what she wanted to accomplish... 8 sets (1 bra; 2 panties, each), 4-5 pieces of shape wear, several chemists/nightgowns, and anything else I thought might be necessary/relevant. Not only would I have had the opportunity to take part in someone's transition in a compassionate & professional way... She was saying things like "don't worry about the budget; I want him to feel supported" (which is a good thing, since she was talking about a $2,000-$3,000 bill). We booked his appointment first thing this morning.
So on the off chance it *was* an elaborate story (covering for an elaborate sissification thing or unspoken power dynamic), I dressed carefully for work - black sheath dress, cardigan, heels, French twist)... Just enough subtle authority for someone to feel like they were being dealt with professionally (and to reinforce the fact that I am in charge - there are stories in the business of these things getting out of hand)... He never showed.
I get that it's a hard thing to do. I get how scary it is. I get the one step forward, three steps back thing. But I was still disappointed. I invested. I made sure my coworkers understood I was going to have a zero-tolerance policy re: comments or reactions to this client. I went through inventory trying to pre-plan what might work best, and figure out the best way to meet his needs, while respecting our other clientele.
I hate feeling like it was an elaborate hoax, but it feels like it was an elaborate hoax.![]()
I just want to throw my head back and scream and scream until I have no voice left.
Wouldn't you rather lose your voice through screaming out orgasm after mindblowing orgasm?I just want to throw my head back and scream and scream until I have no voice left.
Vegemite and tea time for you.
Wouldn't you rather lose your voice through screaming out orgasm after mindblowing orgasm?
Forgive me. I'm over-medicated, and it's affecting the wrong parts of me.
I hope your frustrations rot on the vine and leave you alone.
I get it. No one likes to be punked, if that was what it was. But ultimately, aren't you glad you ARE the sort of person who WOULD go to all this effort to treat someone with respect and sensitivity, even if you're burned?QUOTE]
What he said, seconded! ^^^
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Oh no marmite and chicken sandwiches would be perfect if you delivered them wearing nothing but your underwear![]()
Just curious... Do vegetarians eat chocolate bunnies? If so, are they more likely to eat the ears & head first out of compassion?
I want more time.
Just curious... Do vegetarians eat chocolate bunnies? If so, are they more likely to eat the ears & head first out of compassion?
It's getting cold on your side of the planet! I'd have to grease my body with marmite to stay warm. You know. From my local marmite vendor.
Just curious... Do vegetarians eat chocolate bunnies? If so, are they more likely to eat the ears & head first out of compassion?
I eat the eyes first, while screaming, "STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!!"
I wonder what that means?
Haredly. I am simply seeking solidarity.That's a hollow question.
Well with such a "compassionate" edict in place and knowing that you posses a heady smell and taste of cookies, I would imagine that would cause you some cognitive dissonance and difficulty. Hmmm, do you wear a helmet when there are hungry folks about or do you prefer the company of the unkind?I can't speak of vegetarians, because I don't qualify, but I always eat the heads first of any candy creature I eat. It's just kind.
Yes, it's hard to live in my head.
I eat the eyes first, while screaming, "STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!!"
I wonder what that means?
Well arguably MWY, I think we all know that cupcakes were always meant to rise above.It means that you feel guilty over having contributed so much to the ascendancy of cupcakes in this world, which has consequently reduced the status of chocolate animals everywhere. They stare out of hate and you know it.
Anyway, that leaves me more time to devote to my own group! Less politics, moar smex.
NOoooo!Blurt: TORRRNAAADOOOOOOSSSSS (not here. at least not yet. but the storm is dancing around my area to be sure!)
Wiser words ever spoken. Bonobos got it right.
Blurt: TORRRNAAADOOOOOOSSSSS (not here. at least not yet. but the storm is dancing around my area to be sure!)
I can't hardly believe I was there for only 9 days.
And I can't hardly believe I've only been back for 2.
Both feel like so much more significant amounts of time.



Sadly due to the Earthquake last year we are now going through what is affectionatly known here as Marmageddon. The ONE factory that makes it was damaged and they are not making any more until it has been rebuilt.
Shops have run out and the few jars left are being sold for silly amounts of money.
Marmite rationing sucks.
Haredly. I am simply seeking solidarity.