Friday, July 23, 2010

Open Letter

I was rearranging my home office and stumbled upon this letter that I actually wrote, dated in 1989. Wow, let’s hear it for longevity.

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Nymphomaniacs Anonymous
7399 Condom Drive
Hershey, PA 00873-9900

Dear __________:

We, at Nymphomaniacs Anonymous, would like to introduce our agency and offer our assistance to you. NA is a subsidiary of Nymphomaniacs International. Our service is to provide assistance to the lover, boyfriends, husbands and all other types of ‘partners’ of our clients. This is why we have contacted you. We would like to take this time to explain some things to you and see if there is any other way we can help you.

First, we sympathize with you. Sure, it is difficult to deal with a highly sexual woman at times. Yet, there are plenty of men who would love to have your problem; at lest you have a romantic sensuous, loving woman. There are worse things that could happen, agreed?

Secondly, we would like to offer our assistance in dealing with a nymph. There are ways to do this that would still insure your security in the relationship. All you need to do is fill out the enclosed membership form and we will send you a complimentary copy of our manual entitled “1001 Ways to Say No to a Nymph and Live to tell the Story”. This book will cover topics that include:

• Actually saying no without sounding like you’re rejecting
• Tactful ways to say, “I can’t go any further because my organs are raw”.
• Coping with performance anxiety
• Ways to spot a multiple orgasmic person
• How to tell your lover, “I want more . . . now”.
• And many other topics that will certainly afford you hours of great reading plus add that additional spark that will turn your flame into a forest fire

Thank you for your concern.

Sincerely yours,


Nancy Snatch

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(c)1989

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Staying In

I arrived at the destination hotel about an hour and a half before the scheduled rendezvous time. As I parked I thought that this was great, so I'd have enough time to take a long shower and prepare my mind and body for him. After I checked in and got to the room, I took my time and gathered the necessary shower items, taking great care to make sure to use the scent that I knew he would love. I lathered up well and could feel my erect nipples as the washcloth moved across them. Dang, I thought. Just the anticipation of seeing him is making me puddle. When I soaped up my sex it was even more obvious that I was in need of his special brand of attention. I rinsed away the first layer of scent, and then applied lotion as a second layer. I paid close attention to my feet and toes. He loved my feet and enjoyed sucking my toes, so I wanted to make sure that the pedicure paid off and added another layer of soothing lotion. I slipped on the high heel boudoir shoes so that my feet stayed pristine.

Not long after getting out of the shower there was a knock on the door. I was shocked at first in an attempt to rethink every single plan that I had in motion. I grabbed my robe then I rushed to the door. There stood a hotel attendant with a package. I am sure the relief showed on my face. I accepted the package and turned to get a tip for the young woman, but the attendant's words stopped me.

"No, no ma'am. The young man took care of the tip and told me to tell you that you wouldn't have to tip me. He told me to tell you that you were not permitted to tip me," she said.
She shot me a little quizzical glance at that statement.

"He a very nice man, nice man, good tipper, good tipper," she said and walked quickly away from the door.

I ran to the bed and placed the package on the bed to open it. There was a note and a beautiful black lace lingerie item resembling a short dress and a lace thong matching the `dress'. I read the note. <>
I continued to dress. I applied another layer of perfume of the same fragrance to the pulse points on my body –neck, wrists, the bend of each leg, ankles, the bottom of each ass cheek, near my sex. Then I slipped into the black lace thong that was in the box. Next I slid into the black lace lingerie that he'd purchased for me. I went to the mirror to admire his property. I looked sexy to myself. I thought such a pity some believe that Big Beautiful Women can't be sexy; they just don't know what they are missing.

I set about arranging the suite so that everything would be in order for his arrival. I moved the lounge chair so that it was in a prominent place in the room, a place where I could serve him or provide him a clear view of the television and the bed. I threw on my robe and got ice and sat out the glasses that were also in the box. I turned back the bed and lowered the lights a little. Then I sat by the door and waited, head and eyes lowered, palms upwards, vigilant to hear his footsteps down the hall. No one walked like him. No one. His stride evoked his dominance. I didn't have to wait long before I heard him approaching. I took a deep breath and concentrated so that my appearance wouldn't betray my reverence for him. In other words I did my best to wipe the smile off my face and remain calm, so He wouldn't have to wipe it for me.

He entered the room. "Hello my slave", he said and walked past me, leaving his luggage in front of me.

I stayed where I was. He went to the chair and sat down. "Come here girl and greet your Master," he commanded.

Without a second of hesitation I began to crawl towards him. . .

(c) Charley Nicole Montrose 2006

Friday, September 08, 2006

Introduction

So here’s my inaugural blog. I’d like to thank those of you who my 360 blog. I’m going to repost the things that were featured on that blog to see what happens then see if I can do some TempTing on my own. Wish me luck.

Charley Nicole Montrose