Many creative people, artisans, authors and musicians understand how to use this "erotic high" to work in a highly creative way and how to maintain th...t erotic plateau throughout their creative process. There is a skill to it all. One needs to have protracted, sexual, mental stimulation and then keep riding that high by employing personal sexual denial. I'll write more on that later. Meanwhile, my purpose in telling our story is to chronicle our journey out of dark guilt based eroticism and. I carefully read the advertisement several times and decided to apply for the position. I had recently retired from the army with the rank of major, was single, and used to living in remote boarder areas. Within two weeks of submitting my application I received a letter inviting me to attend an interview for the job, a 1st class air con train ticket was included as well as a money order to cover expenses. I was to leave the following day and arrive at my destination 36 hours later. I recognized. At first they all only got a quick view of my tiny little dick and balls, because I quickly covered up with my hands. Because of this my mother believed at first that I had been assaulted on the way home (which was true in a sense) but that my penis had been cut off! She was ready to drive me to the emergency room, call the police, all of these things until my sisters told her "I don't think it's been cut off mom, I just think it was barely there to begin with!". "Move your hands!" my mother. A few minutes after she had, her wife's hand returned to what Gale seemed to presume to be her very own nylon ensconced armrest. Twice more Kelly employed the hand-shrugging tactic of changing position. Her wife though, remained undaunted, for shortly after that absolutely gorgeous dick teaser of a husband of hers settle back in her seat on both occasions, Gale's hand once again swiftly homed in or its nylon clad landing pad. After four futile attempts, Kelly gave up all hope of trying to.