Everytime I stick my tongue out at Jess she always says the same thing,"Don't show it unless you plan to share it."
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LittleSiss
Sorceress
With men it's different. From time to time I've had to say to my male lovers when they stick something out impulsively: "Honey, put that away now. I (need get some sleep) (need to do my nails) (need to do the laundry) (need to wash my hair)(have a headache) ( fill in the blank________)"!
Men don't get offended -- they see it as a challenge and come back later like eager little puppy dogs. And then I'm more likely to be in the mood....
"I'm ready for that ride now sweetie!"
Oh, and I just had to show this pic. The look in her eyes is just priceless! I bet she's thinking "Not exactly Moby Dick or a great white, is it?"
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With men it's different. From time to time I've had to say to my male lovers when they stick something out impulsively: "Honey, put that away now. I (need get some sleep) (need to do my nails) (need to do the laundry) (need to wash my hair)(have a headache) ( fill in the blank________)"!
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Men don't get offended -- they see it as a challenge and come back later like eager little puppy dogs. And then I'm more likely to be in the mood....
Oh, and I just had to show this pic. The look in her eyes is just priceless! I bet she's thinking "Not exactly Moby Dick or a great white, is it?"
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And what is he thinking ...
I'm sure he's turned on by her floatation device(s).
Exactly what I thought you would respond Roxie....so predictable
LittleSiss
Sorceress
That's a straight line if I ever heard one!And what is he thinking ...
Does the question really need answering?
RacingRodent
Consul
That's a straight line if I ever heard one!
Does the question really need answering?
One of the reasons I avoid thinking, the others being: overheating, colour change and lack of practice
That's a straight line if I ever heard one!
Does the question really need answering?
Every snark needs a straight line to set it up.
Some more great stuff Wragg! Siss and Barbara seem to be getting on famously!
dynamic duo?
cxslave
Chain Slave
that's one word for it....dynamic duo? View attachment 140868
Oh, and I just had to show this pic. The look in her eyes is just priceless! I bet she's thinking "Not exactly Moby Dick or a great white, is it?"
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"Whaddya mean 'disappointed'? It's the first time I've seen it beyond my beer belly for five years! I'm thrilled!"
As she left the dining room later that evening, heading, with the other ladies, towards the drawing room, Barbara was intercepted by Mrs Evans.
“Could I have a word, please, milady? It’s, erm, of a sensitive nature….”
Barbara was a bit taken aback. “With me? Yes of course.”
“I don’t really want to bother your mother, milady….I thought you might know what I should do.”
The gentlemen had remained in the dining room for port and cigars but the Library was empty, so Barbara led Mrs Evans there.
“Now, Mrs Evans, how may I help you?”
“Do you think it appropriate, Milady, for two women to have a….relationship?”
Barbara’s head spun. How in God’s name did she know? She was sure that Siss and she hadn’t been observed! But then, out in the open air…she cursed herself for taking the risk.
She opened and closed her mouth, but words did not come.
“Oh, milady, you are shocked! I’m so sorry! Please sit down! May I get you a drink?”
“Please do, Mrs Evans.” Barb found her voice from somewhere.
The Earl, for some reason, imported a whiskey from Canada, called ‘Seagrams’. Mrs Evans poured a measure, added ice and soda, and passed it to Barbara.
“Well, I think it is downright wrong! It’s just not natural! It’s against the bible! It might even be against the law! Do you think I should call the police?”
“Do you think that’s really necessary, Mrs Evans? Surely we can keep it within Cruxton? We don’t really want it getting out, do we?”
Mrs Evans was silent for a moment. Then she said “Horsewhipped!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Is that too good for…for….Lesbians?” she spat the word out.
Gradually, it began to dawn on Barb that she wasn’t actually speaking about her and Siss.
“Mrs Evans?”
“Yes, milady?”
“Who exactly are you talking about?”
“Roxanne the housemaid and Blaire the kitchenmaid, milady! Our new laundrymaid, Savannah, she heard them in their room in the small hours, grunting and groaning like bitches in heat, she told me! Said she felt honour bound to let me know. Maybe they should be stripped and flogged in front of the whole household. As a lesson to the others!”
Now Barbara was in quite a quandary. She couldn’t bear hypocrisy! How could she condemn Roxie and Blaire after the wonderful afternoon she’d had with Siss? And how small Roxie and Blaire’s transgressions were in comparison to her father’s! Yet Mrs Evans wanted them punished, to keep good order among the staff.
She couldn’t just ask her to overlook it, and she knew that the late Mr, indeed Reverend Evans had been a bible thumping, hellfire and damnation Baptist preacher until the Good Lord had decided to spare his longsuffering congregation any more pain, and had visited a fatal stroke upon the Rev in mid sermon several years ago. None of this had left Mrs E any more forgiving of the sins of the flesh.
A voice behind her startled Barbara. “Yes indeed, Mrs Evans! A damn good flogging!” The Countess had entered the room. Barbara was highly relieved to have a tricky decision taken out of her hands.
Mrs Evans curtsied. “Very good, milady”
“First thing tomorrow!”
“Yes, milady!”
“Now, come along, Barbara – our guests are waiting!”
“Could I have a word, please, milady? It’s, erm, of a sensitive nature….”
Barbara was a bit taken aback. “With me? Yes of course.”
“I don’t really want to bother your mother, milady….I thought you might know what I should do.”
The gentlemen had remained in the dining room for port and cigars but the Library was empty, so Barbara led Mrs Evans there.
“Now, Mrs Evans, how may I help you?”
“Do you think it appropriate, Milady, for two women to have a….relationship?”
Barbara’s head spun. How in God’s name did she know? She was sure that Siss and she hadn’t been observed! But then, out in the open air…she cursed herself for taking the risk.
She opened and closed her mouth, but words did not come.
“Oh, milady, you are shocked! I’m so sorry! Please sit down! May I get you a drink?”
“Please do, Mrs Evans.” Barb found her voice from somewhere.
The Earl, for some reason, imported a whiskey from Canada, called ‘Seagrams’. Mrs Evans poured a measure, added ice and soda, and passed it to Barbara.
“Well, I think it is downright wrong! It’s just not natural! It’s against the bible! It might even be against the law! Do you think I should call the police?”
“Do you think that’s really necessary, Mrs Evans? Surely we can keep it within Cruxton? We don’t really want it getting out, do we?”
Mrs Evans was silent for a moment. Then she said “Horsewhipped!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Is that too good for…for….Lesbians?” she spat the word out.
Gradually, it began to dawn on Barb that she wasn’t actually speaking about her and Siss.
“Mrs Evans?”
“Yes, milady?”
“Who exactly are you talking about?”
“Roxanne the housemaid and Blaire the kitchenmaid, milady! Our new laundrymaid, Savannah, she heard them in their room in the small hours, grunting and groaning like bitches in heat, she told me! Said she felt honour bound to let me know. Maybe they should be stripped and flogged in front of the whole household. As a lesson to the others!”
Now Barbara was in quite a quandary. She couldn’t bear hypocrisy! How could she condemn Roxie and Blaire after the wonderful afternoon she’d had with Siss? And how small Roxie and Blaire’s transgressions were in comparison to her father’s! Yet Mrs Evans wanted them punished, to keep good order among the staff.
She couldn’t just ask her to overlook it, and she knew that the late Mr, indeed Reverend Evans had been a bible thumping, hellfire and damnation Baptist preacher until the Good Lord had decided to spare his longsuffering congregation any more pain, and had visited a fatal stroke upon the Rev in mid sermon several years ago. None of this had left Mrs E any more forgiving of the sins of the flesh.
A voice behind her startled Barbara. “Yes indeed, Mrs Evans! A damn good flogging!” The Countess had entered the room. Barbara was highly relieved to have a tricky decision taken out of her hands.
Mrs Evans curtsied. “Very good, milady”
“First thing tomorrow!”
“Yes, milady!”
“Now, come along, Barbara – our guests are waiting!”
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Now Barbara just hates hypocrisy .... but in the case of mere service staff and with the Countess taking the lead... why not just fall into line and enjoy the show?
cxslave
Chain Slave
Betrayed by another maid! Unbelievable! Roxie and I do our best to be discreet but it's hard to be quiet when we are so in love!
And I thought the last thrashing from the DP was bad, little did I know it was just a warm-up....well of course! Aristocracy is above such petty concerns such as the complaints of theNow Barbara just hates hypocrisy .... but in the case of mere service staff and with the Countess taking the lead... why not just fall into line and enjoy the show?
Betrayed by another maid! Unbelievable! Roxie and I do our best to be discreet but it's hard to be quiet when we are so in love!
well of course! Aristocracy is above such petty concerns such as the complaints of theslavesmaids. The story continues to enthrall Wragg!
Know your place girl !!!!!
This next one with Roxanne and Blaire is going to be fun to watch....
Betrayed by another maid! Unbelievable! Roxie and I do our best to be discreet but it's hard to be quiet when we are so in love!
well of course! Aristocracy is above such petty concerns such as the complaints of theslavesmaids. The story continues to enthrall Wragg!
Awww, Cx, you've no idea how encouraging you are!
cxslave
Chain Slave
oh yes....Know your place girl !!!!!
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This next one with Roxanne and Blaire is going to be fun to watch....
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Sorry Ma'am, I'll go back to cleaning the tile with my toothbrush now...Your welcome!Awww, Cx, you've no idea how encouraging you are!
It's only because your stories are so fun to read Wragg! I'm just afraid with the way you write, that Blaire and Roxie won't be able to sit down till Christmas...