Ooops, it looks like she didn't have the safety on.
'Hair trigger'.....that's what I was yesterday. You may recall I made a remark in passing about not having had an o in a while and that was certainly true. What was also true was that said o-lessness was beginning to have a distracting effect on me. I was doing projects all day and actually struggling to focus on them. Chastity lifestyles are a balancing act of pleasure and sweet frustration, and when the frustration becomes an impediment to productivity and basic functioning, it's time to seek release.
Rosa has been working a lot of overtime lately, granted it's overtime from home, but work is still work. She is tired often but even this past weekend she managed to get an O for herself. I thought my turn would come later, but that was not to be. Add a few more days of this week on top of what I was already feeling and ....well......you get the idea. So yesterday at dinner, I explained my situation and just flat-out (albeit politely, LOL) asked for one. Rosa understood my reasoning and agreed.
Later that evening she honored her decision and reclined, armed with our trusty massager while I stripped to get into position.
Obviously not my Rosa, but imagine her in this lazy position, and this is pretty much the view I was presented with.
Once in place, we each did our respective parts: I kissed soles and sucked toes, while she skillfully applied the massager to the part so in need of attention. For whatever reason, luck, need, expertise, Rosa hit a spot that made me insane, and reading my obvious reaction, kept the humming device exactly in that location as my kissing became frantic and dappled with moans. I find vibrators to be curious devices when used for erotic stimulation. Objectively, given the overall VIBRATION, one would think one spot would be just as good as another, but with me it's just not so. A slight change in position, pressure, angle, etc. can mean the difference between "that feels OK", to "that feels nice", to "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna explode!" Rosa had landed on a spot quite in line with my last sentiment.
Soon I was informing her that I was already "getting close" and VERY soon after that, asking for final permission to "go". It was granted, and I relaxed into a pressure-dissolving mist of bliss. Now, you'll notice I used the word "soon" twice. Well 'soon' is pretty open to interpretation, so let me blushingly tell you that last night "soon" must have been about a minute!
Very close to how we were positioned, just tilt the guy back a bit so that he's kissing from under her feet, place a massager in her left hand, and add a bit of paper towel tucked strategically to catch the mess.
After all of my waiting, and hoping, and then finally asking, our entire adventure lasted less than a commercial break! At the time I joked with Rosa and said "well.....that took all of thirty seconds." To which she teasingly replied, "I think it was twenty-nine."