There was a petite young woman. She was terribly cute and sweet looking too, in a very naive sort of way.
It was obvious though she was not a virgin, nor a foreigner to being objectified.
The young thing wore a tiny black skirt that left nothing to the imagination, a demi bra that showed off her perfectly creamy perky breasts, thigh high stockings and come-fuck-me-shoes. She had the whole school-girl look going on.
There was music playing. The girl stood with lights highlighting her on the stage. All eyes in the audience were on her.
It was hard to miss the large orange traffic cone as the only other item set for the upcoming performance.
She moved towards the pylon while gyrating her hips. It became apparent that what we dared to think quietly to ourselves was actually about to played out before us.
The girl mounted the pylon and seductively caressed it between her thighs before she slid herself up and down a very ample length of it. The cone was soon lost in the depths of her, and we watched mesmerized as she swallowed it happily, over and over again.
This girl could most certainly stop traffic.
Jennifer ... Vancouver's Sex Educator, Sexuality Coach and Activist. The content of this blog is not suited for those under the age of 18. What you'll find here is a written account of my personal journey in sex positive culture both personally and professionally.
