Zipping a dress. Helping with a necklace clasp. Reaching the top shelf. As a single woman, these are some of the things I need help with around the house. This was a banner week for special requests from men.
A let’s-just-be-friends male invited me to dinner. While we are highly compatible, I assume men with women friends are going for the slow conversion. I remain hyperaware and keep the pussy on lockdown. I drank a bottle of wine while he cooked. Great meal. Good conversation. When I was preparing to leave with my thoughtful leftovers, he asked me for a hand job in a come-on-please very sober voice. I took my chicken and assumed his arms were long enough to reach his own cock.
Three days later, I’m in a jacuzzi with another guy. When we got back to his place to change, he called me into his bathroom. “Could you do me a favor and shave my back?” he asked. Finally, something a man can’t reach. When I finished and looked at the pile of fur, I had a sense of accomplishment I hadn’t felt since…. clipping my schnauzer.
These experiences mirror my personality – a mix of crazy red head and den mother. From hand jobs to back jobs, my life can never be called dull.