.they are sacred of me a little. Canyou believe that? Scared of little ole me? Isn't that the silliest?!However, there have been times where the win...ers have been just so wildand very interesting guys to say the least. Richard seems to blendvanilla ones with wild and kinky once to "shake things up" as he likes tosay. Two non-vanilla adventures come to mind quite often."Brandee, are you talking to yourself again?" Oh I guess it happened again, Richard." Okay, I might have to whisper so. "Jack," my sister whispered to me one night while we lay in bed listening to our father hammer anyway at some pipes, "do you ever get a weird feeling down there?" I looked across the room to see my sister pointing down under the covers. "Sometimes I do," I told her. "I have it right now and I don't know how to make it stop," she said. "I pull on my penis when I get it until white sticky stuff comes out of it, can't you do that to yours?" "No," she told me. "Jack, what's a penis?" We had never. The week dragged on, but finally it was my birthday. I was teased a little in school. I was looking forward to going out with Susie after school, so I spent most of the day dreaming. School seemed like it went on forever. Finally, the last bell rang, and I was free. I got on the school bus, and almost missed my stop daydreaming. I picked up the mail from the mailbox, and went inside. Mom was in the kitchen. I went in to see what Mom was making for dinner. “Hi Mom.” “Hello Brad. How was school?”. I’m not accepting that and slap the crop hard against the soft flesh of your inner thigh – my game, my rules. I return my attention to your clitoris, each stroke dead-centre. You can’t decide whether it is pain or pleasure, the nerve-endings screaming in your head for me to relent. The incessant tapping becoming unbearable and relentless, my fingers keeping your lips parted, ensuring your clit is fully exposed. You start to see flashes of light behind the blindfold as your orgasm begins. .