Never fear! Yoli's HERE!
Sorry to have been absent for so long, but I've been, as one of my bosses puts it, "Busier than a monkey making love to a football!" (What???)
Besides the load at work, I've (along with Ash[leigh] and two of our gal pals, plus Barry and his also-altered friend from Houston) been traveling a bit. We spent some time at the Texas Coast, in a nice waterfront home in Key Allegro (Rockport-Fulton area) where we fished and frolicked a lot...and ate too damned much.
Of course, I spent time each day in contact with the office...moan.
We even took the fair....uhhh....FERRY out to the island and roamed the beach a bit. On a dare, Barry, his buddy, and I got nekkid and dipped ourselves into the COOL waters of the Gulf of Meh-hee-ko...Brrrrrrrrr. I know guys' peepees tend to shrink under those conditions, but these guys' peepees nearly disappeared entirely. Well, without their little companions beneath, they aren't too big to start with. Heh!
The meeting with THE BOSS...
Feeling no real apprehension whatsoever, I asked him when we could chat about my little kink. He said to forget about it if I wished and he'd do the same. (Surrrrrrrre. I'll bet he's yanked his impressive plank several times while imagining that Little Yoli is on her adorable knees in front of him, holding a large pair of garden shears...Well, maybe not.)
I told him I'd feel better if we talked a bit and so we did. However, we drove to Olmos Park here in SA and took along some munchies and drinks, rather than chat about it at the office.
I explained in excruciating detail the near-rape at age 13, the heroism of the school band director (RIP) who saved me, and the comments made by female friends and relatives about what the creep that assaulted me deserved..."Snippity snippity".
El Bosso Grande had tears in his eyes by the time I finished that sad chapter.
I then kinda explained about our little coven of castration-kink "Brujas" (Broo-hahs, Spanish for "Witches) and the unique relationship with Barry AND my same sex fun and/or games with Ash(leigh) as well as the fortunate relationship with WOBG and BigGuy. By then he was a little wide-eyed, LOL!
He's met Barry, BTW, at office socials. He said "You mean that nice young man has no...no...." I finished for him; "Balls." I said. "Correct, he has no balls." I thought he was going to choke on the apple he was eating (He's got movie star teeth, BTW, and I don't mean like Gary Busey's.)
Dear friends, I must admit that I got a little damp during this meeting. He may be decades my senior but he's an absolutely handsome, kind, and adorable hunk of manhood. Remember, I've (accidentally?) seen his goods and I'd love to go a few rounds with what he's toting! Never will happen though...sniffle. By that I DO NOT mean I'd want him to lose those big'uns, but if they needed to be removed for some good reason, I'd be thrilled to "assist" in the fun before the removal, aid in the operation (hold that lovely peepee) and give him AND the aforementioned organ lots of TLC (mostly oral in nature) after the surgery, for years to come. Dream on, Yoli.
One thing's for sure. HIS "thing", even if it shrunk a bit post-snip, would still be a lot bigger than Barry's was pre-snip. After I sneaked that peek at it during that party, I even thought up a pet name...
..."Noah The Boa", giggle. It isn't insanely big but I'd guess maybe 8 to 8-.5" when in bloom.
I can imagine his very nice, refined, and sexy-for-a-woman-of-her-age (late 40's) being involved too. Bad Yoli! BAD GIRL!
We adhere, fairly strictly, to the "No Office Romance" rule, BTW. I did have a quickie mutual clitty and titty session with one of the other women in the crew a couple of years ago, but she was within days of taking a job elsewhere...out of town. We actually "did it" in the office, after hours, and nearly got nabbed by the bull-dyke that cleans the place...Hmmmmmm...Stop that!
First time I'd ever had fun and games with a mature lady (50?) and she was amazing.
Anyway, the chief and I finished with a stroll around the park, just enjoying the squirrels' antics and the cool sunny day, then parted company; Him to his home, me to mine. As we parted, he hugged me (Yes!) and kissed my hair and told me my secret is safe and so am I. "After all, Yolanda, without you the practice would fall apart." Not true, of course, but nice to hear.
When I got home I called Ash(leigh) on her cell (she was out of town on business, regarding BigGuy's ranching interests,) and told her all about it. She was pleased and that's good. She is, after all, my best friend, in or out of bed.
Then, I removed my garments, laid on the Tempur-Pedic, and did you-can-guess-what. I'll bet you know who I was fantasizing about, blush.
So, though the truth is not nearly so lurid as some may have anticipated, there it is.
I will TRY to finish Barry's saga soon but work, shopping, travel, more shopping, fishing, and some shopping might occasion delay. There's also the effort and time required to sort out the notes (plus some shopping) I've taken when talking with Barry plus additional "interviews" with him in an effort to get it all correct. (I feel like I'm doing a Master's Project in college.)
To top it off, I'm going out of state soon to visit BigGuy and WOBG at Fort X for a few days. BG is thinking retirement from the Army and I can't wait until they are home for good!
Will report...
Love and Gropes to all,
Yolanda The Weird Lady In San Antonio
"Nurse! More happy pills, please!"
..."Noah The Boa", giggle. It isn't insanely big but I'd guess maybe 8 to 8-.5" when in bloom.
