Lesbian Toilet Encounter (Professionals in Private Book 1)

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My lover and I have used male toilet slaves many times over the years. We are both women and are sexually loyal to each other. From Dot Cotton’s Alexon coat to Mr Fish’s maxi-smoking dress, here’s a peek into the Museum of London’s Fashion City exhibition.

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I would feel horrible, hurting a person I cared for, even though I was certain they wouldn’t be able to care for me in the years ahead in the way I needed them to — someone who I suspected, ultimately, wanted different things. How do you justify leaving a perfectly nice relationship, taking a blind chance that there might be something better for you out there — even if you’re right? We didn’t even know how we became friends, let alone best friends. Attending anatomy classes together and spending long hours over big fat books inside an eerie library decorated with skeletons brings people closer. It helped that we both came from a small town and were staying in the same hostel. One day I told her how much I love drawing and would like to sketch her. She stared at me for long before agreeing to be by muse. But that came with one condition—she wanted to see me naked. She thought I wanted to draw her nude (and I didn’t correct her). Lynette is 53 years old, though she looks at least 10 years younger. She was born and raised in London to Jamaican parents. She’d recently separated from her wife, whom she’d been with for 21 years. This cruise was the gift Lynette gave herself in the aftermath. She was starting over.

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then we started masturbating both the bull to his mouth. full load on his mouth. but we did not let him to close his mouth for the next 5 hours. A mistress' human toilet could see some serious fecal throughput improvement by employing Takeru Kobayashi's "Solomon Method". You may have to let your human toilet use his/her hands. You can read more about it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takeru_KobayashiI actively choose to identify as a lesbian and a dyke, as well as a queer. I have found love and community unlike anything else I’ve ever known in what still exists of lesbian culture, despite all external (and, TERF-wise, internal) attempts to exterminate it: the art, the literature, the physical spaces. Plus, most importantly (and most obviously), the word “lesbian” quite literally describes what I am: a woman who loves women in both a feminist way and a super-gay way. There are some health benefits https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-27503660 so it’s not all doom and gloom. punishable by imprisonment. In the decades after 1967, as many as 15,000 gay men are estimated to have been convicted of such charges. But after meeting Lynette, I saw how much pride she took in her butch womanhood, which wasn’t some androgynous nowhere zone — femininity’s absence — but a whole universe unto itself. (She wore a different suit to dinner every night.) She’s a true Pisces — romantic and dreamy and always processing. (My Capricorn groundedness makes us a good match, allegedly.) She’s known she was gay since she was 5 years old. Her mom still prays that, someday, she’ll find herself a good man.

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I agree with one of the other answerers that it is not a sexual thing. For us there is absolutely no sexual thrill to it at all. And while shitting in a guys mouth is not exactly like a cocaine rush, it is nonetheless a very intense thrill. We like doing it and if you are a woman you should try it. Are you hoping to consume or do you just want it on the body? If you’re new to this, it’s something to think about. Consumption isn’t for everyone. However, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the feeling/connection/humiliation/degradation of it by having it on the body. Plus, you still get an amazing view. Add in smearing and it’s a whole different kind of fun. And for a woman it was an extreme satisfaction if she could execute her worst and most dangerous enemy by stuffing his mouth just with her feces and pee until they finally shut up for ever. One thing I haven't seen listed here - a plus for toilet service: many of us understand a certain "spiritual" side to this - I become a PART of every slave I feed - I'm within them forever afterwards. This creates an intimacy that's undeniable. We both like Justin Bieber, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, babies, spicy foods, and romantic comedies, as well as traveling, swimming, dressing up, having sex, being tall, biking (“cycling,” she’d say), and making detailed plans well ahead of time. We also appear, at this admittedly early stage, to be each other’s scarily perfect sexual complement; lesbian sex can look like a million and one different things, and we like so many of the same ones that it is, honestly, a miracle we ever got out of bed and did anything normal, like eat dinner or generally interact with other people. (Turns out, there was nothing wrong with me during my sad stretch of a dry spell after all — I just hadn’t been having the sex I actually wanted to have.)Yes, we took a shower together. We did not have sex. The thought of touching her never crossed my mind although we stood next to each other for thirty long minutes under a shower. I was hesitant for a couple reasons. The first was that they’d slept with someone else, just once, when they were on a solo vacation, before we’d agreed to any sort of open-relationship terms; I felt like they’d forced my hand. (It’s hard for me even now to say they cheated on me, though that’s precisely what they did.) The second reason was that I’d watched some of my friends in long-term relationships experiment with nonmonogamy, only for the experiment to end in disaster: Somebody, inevitably, fell for somebody else.