Life Imitates Art 2
Life Imitates Art 2… Masturbation Monday #158
I’m always aroused when reading Lascivious Lucy’s stories. And, The Language of Flowers got me interested in floral masturbation. I decided to go into my garden for some added stimulation to her steamy prose and sexy illustrations. Spotting some lavender, I thought that would be the perfect plant to pamper my parts.
Selecting some fragrent stalks and finding a photo that had stiffened me when browsing Sinful Sunday recently, I was ready. I cannot begin to tell you how delicious the sensation as I brushed my penis and scrotum with the purple haze. My cock swelled and with my balls stretched into a tight package, constrained by a thick cock ring, I imagined the delights hidden in the photo. But as I brushed back and forth and around, savoring the erotic tickling, my mind kept going back to Lucy’s story… The Roses.
Lucy’s lurid description of Lady Charlotte being caressed and whipped with the thorny roses got me horny. Now, I’m sure as hell not going to be doing any whipping, but the thorns made me think of the spikes on my wheel. I think everyone knows my fondness for the Wartenberg Wheel, especially my gal pals, and I decided to again venture out into my garden.
Soon I was fluffing the shaft of my rapidly swelling member with the soft petals of a beautiful red rose, befitting the bouquet in the story. One of the thorns stabbed my finger and reminded me it was time to prick my prick. I found I could rotate the stem in my fingers, creating an axel to run the thorns over my penis. Starting at the glans and working down the shaft to my balls, I ran the thorns over my taut ball sack causing the most delicious pain. I felt my legs stiffen as my toes curled.
Abandoning the rose, I could wait no longer and took matters into my hands and reached a happy conclusion. I am going to have to pay more attention to my gardening in the future. Thanks to Lucy for such a wonderful idea, and looking forward to the next chapter to see what the Duke does next, perhaps the maid will be involved.
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Screw the flowers, give me thorns takes on a new meaning.
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How sexy! If I return to Charlotte and the Duke, I’ll have to use a rose this way.
Such a sexy interpretation of my story
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Yes, that Lucy does have a way with words!
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It’s always amazing where inspiration comes from. 😉
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The eternal question, does art imitate life or life imitate art. I think I may need to plant some roses bushes in our garden.
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Reblogged this on Life of Elliott… and commented:
Guess I’d better reblog this one too…
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