Chapter 64: If Only She Knew What I Was Thinking - Blog

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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Thursday 22nd August 2013: If Only She Knew What I Was Thinking - Blog

 

Yeah, anyway, I was at work yesterday, and obviously I can’t tell you where I actually work you’ll understand, but all I will say is that it’s a tourist attraction and open to the public.

To continue, I was there doing what I have to when I noticed this blonde woman standing there. And then I recognised her. She was a parcel delivery girl who sometimes used to deliver parcels to where I used to live. Now before I go any further I want to add that she wasn’t a beautiful woman with a perfect figure (she was short and a tad plump) or anything like that but she was attractive and in this world, I’ve concluded, you only need to be  ‘attractive enough’. And in a similar vein it isn’t the ‘fittest’ who survive, rather the ‘fit enough’. Or maybe even the ‘least unfit’.

But there’s something else too, another factor: fetish. You see, we all harbour secret, embarrassing and shameful desires and don’t tell me you don’t otherwise why would you be on here? Some of us also suffer from illicit desires too which could be a problem. But fortunately I don’t, however I do have a peculiar fascination with freckles and small moles on youngish women; and particularly on the arms. I don’t find large and hairy moles attractive at all, off putting if anything, but I’m drawn to smallish moles evenly spaced on pale skin. Very odd, I know.

Anyway, one day the parcel delivery girl called at my door to deliver a parcel and because it was a warm day she was wearing a short sleeved shirt. As I signed for my item I noticed that her bare and pale arms were liberally speckled with small moles. And from that point on she became one of a few special women who’ starred in’ my fantasies. And the fantasy I had was to become her. And in my kinky imagination she was a lesbian masochist who had to be strapped naked to a caning bench and beaten till she nearly blacked out in front of an audience. I also used to visualise her shaving her cunt on the day of the caning. A couple of hours after, or the next day, the severe caning she would have sex with her lesbian partner. But remember I was 'kind of her'. The point I would orgasm to was when she was striding naked up to the caning bench experiencing fear, real fear. I would also see ‘myself’ having my moley bare arms being strapped tightly to the frame of the caning bench.

Okay, I admit I’m weird but getting back to yesterday I remember having a most innocuous conversation with her but all the time wondering what she would think if she only had an inkling of the fantasies I used to have about her.

I also sneaked a quick look at her arms – she had her sleeves partially rolled up – and noticed that they were as sexy as before with a tantalising glimpse of her little moles…

She left a few minutes later with her boyfriend and what looked to be her boyfriend’s mother and I reckon she was totally vanilla. But I did smile to myself.

Incidentally, I fucked the missus last night and when it was my time to come I fantasised about being kicked in the balls from behind by her. But just prior to that moment I did debate mentally whether to resurrect one of my old fantasies about being a blonde lesbian, masochistic parcel delivery girl with moley arms…


Submitted: November 15, 2022

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