saturday, may 29, 2010
True Life Confession - Miss Destiny Teardrop
We have many sorts of stories/poems/fantasies etc at Confessions, but not many REAL true confessions...this is one that I kept quiet about the past few days, but which I feel I need to confess to you now, so here goes...
A few days ago, I was alone at home and feeling kinda horny, as you do. I am not often completely alone in the house so can't always make as much noise as I'd like to, so given this opportunity I decided to get out my favourite vibrator - the Platinum Rabbit with clitoral situmulator - quite a big beast, but it does the job well, loudly and quickly, especially when on full speed! I got comfy in my living room, with my laptop, and had a look at some of the Femdom Media X porn that I saw linked on the Dominon blog.
So, there I was, in my robe having just got out of the bath, thrusting the vibe in and out, full speed ahead, occasionally stopping the thrusts to press it firmly against my throbbing clit....I was watching a spanking clip, breathing quite heavily, getting close to cumming...when suddenly, I heard the front door open and my son called out, 'Mum!'. I hastly turned the vibe off, shoved it into my handbag and quickly wrapped my robe back around me, my face must have been flushed and I know my pulse was racing! Anyhow, all was well, my son seemd none the wiser and I, although unsatisfied, was not discovered! Later that night, when I was in bed, I quietly finished the job with my fingers; not as intense but better than nothing!
The next day I got up and went to work, I pulled into the school car park and turned off the engine, I picked up my handbag and opened it to look for my diary - staring me in the face was my large vibrator, still a little sticky too! I realised immediately that I couldn't take it into school, what if some kid looked in my bag? Or imagine if it fell out mid-Shakespeare? I took it out and put it in the glove box of my car and went in to work. 'Phew' I thought....'that was a close one..imagine if I had forgotten it was there?'. I chuckled to myself at the thought.
Later that day, I phoned my local garage as my car was due for a service and MOT. I live in a small village of a few hundred people and there is only one mechanic, Terry, who runs a small business, he also still delivers attended service fuel. He's like the last bastion of old style petrol station attendants and does very reasonable work on all the villagers cars. Everyone knows Terry, he can be trusted, we are all on first name terms. So, good ole Terry told me he could fit me at 4.15pm that day - I was so pleased as that was perfect timing for me, I could leave work a little earlier, drop my car off then walk home, it's only round the corner.
So, there I was at the garage, at 4.10pm. I handed over the keys and Terry told me to pop back in an hour when all would be done. 'Great' thought I and headed home for a nice cup of tea while Terry worked on my car. After an hour, I went back to the garage, Terry was his usual smiling and welcoming self, in fact, he was even friendlier than usual, there was something of a glint in his eye, I'm sure. I was relieved to hear that my car passed the MOT. Terry handed me the certificate and my keys, I paid the bill and drove home.
Later that night, I remembered my vibrator and where I had left it.....I went to my car, opened the glove compartment and there it was, right on top of my service record book.........which I took out, opened and read the date of my last service....May 26th 2010, just the day before. I don't know if I can ever look Terry in the face again, but I am sure I will have to very soon and no doubt that glint in his eye will be there for some time to come!
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