Sarah had an ordinary upbringing. Her parents loved her dearly, eagerly confronting anything within their power to help her succeed in life. They stopped her going out late, vetted boys who looked for more than a passing glance. And took care while selected geeks in thick glasses, all sons of doctors and such, to accompany her to church fellowships.
She was a late developer. Her friends displayed delicious forests of curves long before the buds of puberty appeared in her garden. Understandably father had little need to dedicate effort shoeing amorous bucks with wayward intension from collecting under her window pane.
Her sister was another matter. There was the mermaid on the rock incident at the local stream. The Lady Godiva foray on horse back down Main Street, and the Hotrod business at the drive in. Sarah’s parents still keep silent about much of the detail.
It was lonely for Sarah being an only child while her sister attended boarding school in a distant ecclesiastic Monastery where young ladies pursue a better life. Sarah always puzzled why Sis didn’t write. A friend at school had a brother boot camping in the army and he was always too tired to correspond. So naturally Sarah eventually presumed fixing the world Gods way would be equally tiring.
Sarah wasn’t really an only child. There was her brother but he was such a disappointment and wasn’t fit for acknowledgement as family. Were it her choice Sarah would have quickly swapped him for something hairy and warm. Brothers seem to have a feverish desire to ruin. His entire life was spent perfecting spitting and making truly obscene gestures at any friend Sarah could scrape, always someone who didn’t know she and her brother shared the same house.
Sarah found her own job after school. The advert said shop assistant and truthfully that’s what it was. She told her parents she was working out the back of Wal-Mart, which wasn’t a large lie. After all the adjoining shops behind the Wal-Mart complex was where the Sex Shop was located.
It was a good job. Something of an eye opener, the proprietors were kind, the pay was reasonable and there had lots to learn. Although Sarah quickly realised it wasn’t the kind of place for a virgin to excel, deliberately faking it was the only option. Her prominent nametag read Ms Meat with Fresh written under it. Some of the young guys who bravely ventured onto the premises, usually looking for flavoured condoms, fumbled over her name. Sarah quickly learned to help them with a sensual hand touch, introduce her self as Fresh and quickly add “And how may I help you? Big boy,” through puckered lips. The quick glance downward usually revealed an element of truth from the growing masculine bulge they wore with a degree of embarrassment.
Push-up bras, revealing T-shirt tops often labelled to draw attention. And long tight jeans with hi-heels were all left at work. As was the make-up, father would never have approved or understood. Mother may have, eventually. But there is easiness being a little liberal with total truth.
Sarah, or was that Fresh, very quickly established bonuses travelled quicker, and further, across the dildo counter. Young and old alike could be accommodated via a smart sales approach. Personalisation was the key. Women don’t warm to mass marketing. Madam’s private welfare appliance was a fashion statement as important as a revealing, complementing gown at a Gala event.
Intellectual discussion needed to be had during selection and fondling, your average lady isn’t an animal, like Sarah’s brother. Explaining the story of the dildo name was always welcome with the first time visitor. Borrowed from seamen, the wooden peg shaped oar receptacle on a dory was the original dildo. Sarah would take pains to identify with her hand cupped and another finger demonstrating how the dildo was first tightly inserted into a well-positioned hole on the side of the boat, before being skilfully manipulated via a seaman's hand at an oar. This story always worked a treat with the working class ladies and rarely failed to reward Sarah with a fat bonus. The seaman being away from home often was rarely spoken of, but was always allowed to float on the surface.
The more refined lady preferred the Italian approach. A careful play over Sarah’s lips with a skilfully receptive tongue could best introduce the Italian story. ‘Diletto’ meaning ‘delight,’ being phonetically introduced to English as ‘dildo’ seemed wonderfully invigorating. Sarah was always careful to assure the educated lady would already know of these things, a manoeuvre to guarantee a top of the line sale or two.
There was the naming to be considered. No lady wants a ‘Classic Dong Natural’ but if Sarah referred to it as the ‘Personal 957’ it hit the mark. So too the ‘Grape scented vibrator,’ was a big mover if Sarah steadfastly reference it as the ‘Warrior7.’
The huge ten inch offering, always taken up by working class women, employed in clerical pursuits, when referred to as the ‘Poetic Tasha’. The ‘Globule’ shifted much easier as the 'Wolf Mistress'.
Sarah always recommended Energiser batteries and glowed with pride when the ladies returned, always with a spring in their step asking for ‘Fresh’ by name to fit new batteries.
It was a happy time but life is a novel, and all chapters have to end. She didn’t kill her brother for mouthing off to there parents. She needed to know how he found out, first.
Please tell me what you think
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Being the only girl of 6 children I can relate to this story all too well! Did you know that American Indians called them "maiden sticks"? A delightfully entertaining story. Like Sarah I hid my jeans, skirts and makeup. Although I did get caught wearing makeup... I forgot to take it off for school pictures! Thank you for the walk down memory lane..
Looking forward to more of Ms. Flesh's "adventures"
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What an entertaining story, my dear wattle. And what a rewarding way in which to immortalize our friends.
I think this is the first I've read of your work (shame on me, you being a group member and all) but it's a most pleasurable introduction to your writing
I must read more of your work
Dee
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Thank you Ms Catz you are very kind.
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i loved this. i love how it starts about one thing, her life really being about 'nothing' in her eyes, then she stumbles her way into this new 'life' and it completely takes her away from everything else, then bam, brother snitched. lol.
i like how you used poets names in it. very creative. enjoyed the read.
blu
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Thank you Ms Renee. You're always kind about my scribbles.
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Sir Wattle,
I won't ask this time how you researched your subject matter, and unlike Sarah's brother, I promise not to tell your parents. I missed your penning and was delighted (from the origin "dilhetto", of course) to see this posted! An unusually interesting slice of life, even for you, my friend. Bravo and thank you!
Sheryl
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Thank you Sheryl (more refined lady), You're too kind, and you've been much too quiet poetry wise.
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wow i had no idea about sarah, she leads a mysterious life awesome story i have missed your stories
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Thank you Ms Queen, you almost got a mention in this, I left the fire hose out.
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"Were it her choice Sarah would have quickly swapped him for something hairy and warm."
I like that, a nice touch.
I like how you built paragraph six, culminating with the admission that she worked at a sex shop. That was a skillful way of laying that out. One I'll probably steal.
I noticed some of the names in the story, Sarah, Poetic Tash and Wolf Mistress, immortalized in the back of a sex shop.
It has the usual skill and clarity of form that I've read in the past in your fiction, always making it a pleasure to read. But my comment will stick to your writing skill...no way I'm going where those estimable ladies below went! (in their comments) I'm much too inhinited for that.
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Thanks Mr Stranger. I looked you up and found a new take on an 'old' very well known moxie product. Thanks for your visit. Men are so tame aren't they; I too am quite concerned for my welfare when confronted with confident motivated ladies on a mission. But then I guess society has been built, as it is to protect the vulnerable.
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LOL, I thought, when I commented that I was in my Yem suit not my Sir Ima one.
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Ah, finally a fresh delight on your page
This made me laugh! The way you show the images here is very amusing. The names you gave to the dildos are quite funny, and a creative way to include some of your poetry friends into this story.
Duracell is better than Energizer, and that batteries issue made me think of a haiku I wrote once.
Very happy to see a new post on your page, at last!!!!
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Thank you Ms Gaze, I did think of you for a coupling. But I wasn't sure (about me). --- Thank you for wasting a slice of your time (being polite) with my scribble.
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LMAO
You're right Sir W...I don't want a Classic Dong Natural...
I prefer a suitable name for my gfriends friend Let's see the "Ned07" would do...but need to know if it's also avalable without the batteries...
It's so good to see you back..
Loving this...
XXJeannette
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Ms Jeannette, A Ned07! In Australia, Ned represents all things untameable and wild. There was a famous outlaw called Ned Kelly here, he was a real bushy. --- Thank you for visiting (hope all is well with your world).
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So that means the untameable and wild Ned07 around here too,always trying to scribble and leaving his famous scribbles into all his comments behind on the pages of AP... Am I glad I know that famous guy...
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I disagree Jeannette. I say it MUST have batteries.
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'Silly' girl. The Classic Dong Natural doesn't use batteries Wolfy knows they would be a waste of money.
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LOL nice to see something from you mr guru man
wanna know something funny - a good friend of mine sells sex toys and sensual products and often if she's haveing a big party i will help out - mostly so she's not the only one taking orders - ha ha i even have pics of her huge set up! lmao
funny as always.
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Thank you Ms Tasha. I'm interested in these parties you throw (saying it's a friends). Where are these pictures. Your secret would be safe on the Internet. (Thank you)
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Half nun, half sex toy sales woman. I love it! And did you just call all your friend a bunch of dildos? OMG!
The funny thing is, I DO come from a very conservative family and I have mulled over the idea of doing those "slumber parties" because I hear that you can make a lot of money doing them. But I dont know if i can reconcile with the thought of everyone knowing me as the sex toy lady. I guess you must have captured my thoughts from across the universe. Because you know what? I really am half nun half bad girl! It all depends on my mood and whose around
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Thank you Ms Sarah. I'll confess. I wasn't at all sure about posting this. It's a pilot idea for a larger project I've been pondering. When it comes to lady people I'm not at all sure if my sense of humour is shared. --- I guess I'm relieved to receive your non-violent comment (Thank you). --- I'm sure you could look the part at a party for horny housewives; they'll probably trash your house.
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