Sweet Hole의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

"Ok, that's close. So, three billion men. Now, if we divide them by age and we figure they range from birth to eighty, and we figure there are about the same number of men in each age, that would be 37,500,000 of any one age. How old a man do you want?""Somewhere between twenty-eight and forty.""So, if we do the math, you want a man between twenty-eight and forty. That's a twelve-year range. Twelve years times 37,500,000 is 450,000,000.""But, most of them are married!" She protested."Right! Let's say 75% are married, and 8% are gay, in prison, mentally unfit, or terminally ugly. That's 88% of the 450 million men who are disqualified. That still leaves 54 million men available for you to have a relationship with. So, let me understand this: there are 54 million men available for you to be in a relationship with, and you stand up in a room with four hundred people in it and tell me you cannot find anyone?""No. I've been single forever, and I haven't found him.""Ok. Obviously, the

Thomas was standing directly behind Alicia with his hands on her shoulders. At least he thought it was his wife Alicia. After they were blindfolded each of the men had stripped and been led into the standing positions they were in now. He believed there were other couples standing in the same man-behind pose. He was right. Each of those couples had been blindfolded as well and all were waiting for the next part of the class to begin.The leader was a man about fifty, Thomas thought, with graying hair and a bit more weight than Thomas had expected him to have. He was a happy man, who joked and laughed easily. Underneath that Thomas was feeling an intensity that made him just a bit uneasy. They had watched and listened to the leader, Nick, for two hours talking about the power of intention, the power of focus, the joy of sharing physically and mentally and spiritually. Some of what Nick said Thomas said, "Yeah, I've heard it before" in his head. Some of it he really wanted to be true."

"Gentlemen, using only your finger tips grasp her nipples gently. Include a bit more of her breast than just the nipple and massage slowly. Listen for the signals she will give you about what feels good to her. Feel the signals her body is sending you about what feels good. Do those things. Learn from her. Does she like a little more pressure? Does she like it when you massage the entire breast or does she prefer you to concentrate on her nipples? Does she like her nipples pulled or twisted? Use every sense you have to learn what she likes." He waited three minutes. The room filled with lots of moans and gasps."Gentlemen, put your hands on her back somewhere and gently pull her towards you. Ladies, allow yourself to lean towards him. Find your partner's lips. Kiss, as gently as you can. Feel these lips as though for the first time. Are they warm? Are they wet? Are they inviting you in? If they are, accept the invitation. Hands on her back, gentlemen. Ladies, keep your hands on his s

They kissed some more.Finally two urges out weighed the happiness they were swimming in. One urge was for food and the other for a bathroom. When those urges were handled they went to their room and got ready for bed. Alicia had brought her most favorite nightgown with her. It was flannel, long sleeves, high neckline and came almost to the floor. It was green with small red flowers on it. When she bought it and brought it home Thomas had joked that she must have gone shopping at Fredrick's of Wyoming. It was known from that day on as the Fredrick's nightgown. When Alicia took off the robe Thomas expected her to put the nightgown on. She had never come to bed with him nude.Alicia dropped the robe on the floor and climbed into the bed. She looked at Thomas and said, "Excuse me, Sir. I am very lonely here all by myself. Would you be willing to come shelter and protect me?"Of course the answer was yes.***Thomas awoke when sunshine brightened the room. He opened his eyes and realiz

Every time I saw the queen bed, it was made. I figured Emma for one of those people who always make the bed as soon as they get up. In a conversation with one of the nurses, she shared with me that Emma never slept in the queen bed. She squeezed into bed with Ron and held him all night long, every night.At eleven one night, my phone rang. The nurse told me Ron was gone. I dressed and went over. I held Emma's hand as the hospice people and the people from the coroner's office took Ron away. They were gentle and ever so careful with him and with Emma's heart. When they were gone, Sandy looked in on us and saw that I was on duty. Beth came by, as did four or five others, but when they saw I was there, they went home.I sat on the couch and held Emma all night. At about three, she fell asleep, and I think I did too. Sometime about dawn, we were both awake and went into the kitchen. We made breakfast together. Toast, coffee, and some jelly.We went back into the living room, and Emma star