|C'mon give it up baby, you know you want some Roo.
|Gimme the cookie...NOW!
20. Good Bad Times
He treats my body like his sexual play thing and deliberately keeps it sexually stirred up all the time. He doesn’t go for actual sexual contact. He just gropes me and grabs big handfuls of my flesh (breasts, butt, thighs, back. etc). His gentle touch is awesome too, but his grope is just purrrrfect…I feel so lucky as a woman because the lusty grope is a hard move to master.
|(I would have shown him how to take the
tights off but he clubbed me before I could...
but I love getting my hair pulled so...win win!)
And one more thing that is hard to categorize among these harassment categories, but I decided to put it in this one...nearly every morning after I have gotten dressed for work and am getting ready in the bathroom mirror, he comes up behind me and whips up my shirt and exposes my breasts, then he molests them. All the while, I am forced to watch myself be molested in the mirror before me. My face and my reactions are exposed while he just goes for it, full lust on display. It is hard to describe why this is so hot...but it is. (I later wrote a post dedicated to this special harassment: Boobs)
The last example: The "Pet" Names
So finally we come to the "pet" names...but these are not your usual "pet" names...these are mixed with degradation. This is possibly my favorite part of the whole big menu of harassment.
He has a new nick name for me every week. Some of his more memorable ones have been:
Suzy Super Soaker
Sticky (and then he starts singing "Oh Sticky, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind! Hey Sticky!)
(I could go on, but I'm sure you get the idea....)
He can also come up with hilarious new words on the spot. Anything that has to do with any sexual organ can suddenly turn into a way to harass me, even if it has nothing to do with me. Like recently I was watching TV and a yeast infection ad came on, he came in the room, saw the ad and said "Shopping for Mono-Slather again? You don't even have an infection you just want to touch yourself, admit it."
When he can make me bust out laughing like that, he usually jumps on me while I'm still helplessly clutching my ribs...and we always end up making out with much frenzy and enthusiasm.