Showing posts with label sph. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sph. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Grand Slam Call

I was going to call it a "Home Run Call" because I identified at least four fetishes, but then I realized how many fetishes I was grouping together into a cuckolding fetish: cuckolding super-fetish = being cuckolded + big black cock + small penis humiliation + forced bisexuality + cream pie.

So then I asked myself: what number would make a Grand Slam Call? Sure, it puts four runs on the board, but there are 10 bases covered in a grand slam by the time all four runners make it home, right (4+3+2+1)?

So I set out to try to limit the fetishes on this call to only 10, if I separated them out properly. Turns out, it was easy.

We're married, and:
  1. I have taken a lover "against his will" (cuckolding),
  2. because he has a small dick (small penis humiliation),
  3. and my lover is a well-hung African-American (big black cock, a.k.a. BBC),
  4. and I "force" him to help get my lover hard by sucking him ("forced" bisexuality),
  5. and to clean up after my lover comes inside me by licking his cum out of me (cream pie),
  6. although not all of the cum was lapped up, because I get knocked up (impregnation),
  7. so for nine months, I let him worship my growing tummy (pregnancy),
  8. and my growing ass (ass worship),
  9. and suck on my breasts as they got ready (lactation),
  10. but I never once let him fuck me (tease and denial).
It's going, going, GONE! And that, ladies, and gentlemen, is a bona fide Grand Slam Call! History in the making!

It seems like it would have seemed like a crowded, rushed, scattered call, right? And yet, no, instead, it was kind of... ummm... wow, do I sound too insane if I say it was mostly just sweet?

Friday, November 26, 2010

Can't Take Me Anywhere

Tuesday night, a childhood friend was in from out of town, and we were waiting outside for a table at the popular kitschy Austin hangout she had frequented in college.

A guy in his early 20s was standing with other people in their early 20s, and he was wearing an obviously well-worn t-shirt that said, "SPHS Volleyball".

Since starting this line of work, SPH now means Small Penis Humiliation to me. We decided the extra S was for "services" and then theorized what small penis humiliation services volleyball would consist of.

A smaller ball? Mandatory racking after missed shots? Would it be like strip poker, but after you lost all your normal gym clothes, you'd slowly have to layer up in sissy lingerie and nylons? Would the winning team or the losing team have to take it up the ass? So much to consider!

I love it a lot that I have friends who find such conversations amusing. I totally win.