Monday, December 03, 2001

Mission #1 - The Outcome

While I was born an exhibitionist, it doesn’t seem appropriate to reveal every detail of my sex life, even if it is what’s shining through my colorfully-see-through-head. It also isn’t fair to bait my faithful readers (all four of you) and never offer any closure. So a brief overview of what happened and then a little report card.

We went out to eat. I crossed my legs to reveal just a tiny hint that I was wearing stockings instead of regular panty hose. I let him grope my rump as we crossed the street, and let a little strap slide down my arm. It didn’t take him long at all to realize that under my pretty dress were hidden treasures. At one point he begged me to let him see what I was wearing, and I refused. “Not yet. Play by my rules,“ was all I would tell him. After dinner, I waited until the kids were well asleep and he had pretty much figured he wasn’t getting to see anymore than the brief glimpses he’d already received. I even went as far as to ask him if he’d play a game of Heroes of Might and Magic III with me. When he agreed, everything else seemed like it was going to fall into place.

I waited until he lost his best hero… which for him takes all of five turns, if that. (Don’t ask.) That left him “bored” but still figuring we were going to play for at least another hour or two. I suggested I put on some music. “It’s No Good,“ by Depeche Mode seemed somehow appropriate to me. The music started playing and I started slowly swaying next to him getting a little groove on. And…

*fade out*

Yep. I did it.

Here are my scores for myself:

Effort: A ~ I spent time practicing, planning, organizing. I actually did the strip tease, which is more than some people might have done.

Planning: B ~ Things had been in the works for days. I’ve been plotting things in my head, and taking time out each day to practice a little. However, I fell short of perfection, as I could have done a little candle lighting, planned for better music, or arranged for a sort of “stage” area or something. In other words, I could have made it seem less spontaneous, which perhaps would have made more of an impact.

Timing: A+ ~ I have to give myself extra credit on this one. The kids were out cold, yet it was still early enough he wasn’t “too tired.“ We weren’t arguing, fighting or otherwise bitching at each other. The mood was already playful and fun, yet he was attentive enough I could target him for more seriously play.

Style: C ~ Based on an amateur scale, I’ll give myself a C. The dance was way too rushed and a little forced. I did avoid giggling, but I didn’t really get “into it” as much as I should have. Too few props, but I’ll know better next time. A string of pearls would have really been good, as well as a few other things. Would I have been booed off stage in a strip club? No. Would a few guys have left. Yeah. Probably.

Overall Effect: Sadly, he just sat there. No joke. I had hoped he would cheer me on, or kinda groove around in his seat a little more. Maybe even make perverted gestures or… something? What do guys who are watching a strip show do? Stroke themselves off? I have no clue. It was disappointing for me because there was no reaction by which to judge whether or not I was achieving my goal. Was he so turned on he was speechless? Was he just trying not to laugh? Was he so in awe, he just couldn’t react outwardly? Was it so lame, it was all he could do not to fall asleep? I have no idea. I’m not ready to give up yet, at least not until I see what he has in store for me this week.

Posted by Mommy on 12/03 at 02:21 AM
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