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How great is this! One of my favourite Tumblr Caption Artists has written a chastity detective novel!

Murder on Chastity Island

Sounds fab! Show your support for a fellow Tumblr author, it’s only the price of a cup of coffee. And even better, if you like it and you can, leave a review, it’ll make a world of difference to their sales (as everyone’s nervous about leaving a review for erotica – but I dare you! You could get a thrill out of it!)

I made a caption!

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The Chastity Device Marketing Board was testing new advertising approaches…

restlesslibido:

Around the table, all women, all friends, several drinks into a proper evening. Scattered around the city, their boyfriends and husbands, blissfully unaware of the trouble that was being hatched. On lipsticked lips, a question, manifested out of shared frustration with the shortcomings of men:

How long could they hold out if we all withheld sex?

They laughed and cackled and slapped the table, smearing makeup as they wiped away tears. Then another question, a single thought simultaneously imagined in every mind present:

What could we make them do?

Each one of them, stirring at a different time the next morning, all equally hungover but each with the same sly smile on their faces.

Oh my! I saw this, and actually felt a little bit dizzy! 

I showed it to hubby, and he asked me, if we were together, and somehow found this (I won’t even bother thinking up how on earth that would happen!) what I’d do?

I think… taking away the person by putting the wall in place, I think I’d want to touch it. I can imagine hubby just watching as I tentatively reach out and lift it and am amazed by how heavy it is, and comment on the fact I can’t even get my fingers around it. My curiosity would take over – would it get hard if I played with it, can a cock that big even stand up straight like hubby’s does?

I’d have to find out. I’d get it as big as I could, and then compare it to the length of my forearm, like they do on the porn videos.

Then, for some reason, I suddenly felt all submissive, and I’d turn to my husband and say, ‘What do you want me to do with it?’

I’ll keep his answer a secret, and leave you to imagine…