My own ideas about being a hooker and the true reality were miles apart. The true reality came home to me like the breaking of a dam wall... I was swept along with it, when I realized what I'd done it was too late... my future was well and truly sealed
"Vibrating Bar Stool" is a story about my experience wearing an egg-shaped vibrator in my underwear, stimulating my clitoris while trying to entice a strange single man sitting next to me at the bar. All of this happened while I was with my husband, who was a willing participant in the adventure.
After months of trying to find out if her young body was as hot in reality as it is in his fantasies, he finally gets his wish when he least expects it.
Completely true story, with only identifying information changed, which is part of why I don't assume the U.S. Intelligence Community runs the world. The Luff was the sex that one of my colleagues wasn't giving to his wife. Once we got to know her, we understood, especially the former intelligence official that felt her wrath. No actual sex -- she wasn't unattractive, but her behavior would make both Chuck Norris and Monty Python run away.