Last week on a thursday night, came back from a production (art) studio session really late in my work gear. Sitting there in my own apartment in the lounge late at night and started feeling really hot. Went to the spare room and dug through my balloons stash, and pulled out two Q18s, one jewel translucent blue, and another opaque pastel green.
Got back to the lounge-room turned down the radio, and uhhhh, the quiteness. complete silence. Pulled out my hand pump, and started inflating the Jewel blue Q18. Pumped pumped pumped away, and as I saw the neck forming, started getting really boned. pushed pushed pushed to well over rated size and done the knot. Ohh yeah, nice, rock hard, and firm.
Onto the pastel green Q18, and pumped and pumped away, again, pushed it up to over rated size, and done the knot. Now that experience (the one that only a true looner knows), my body felt electric. Sitting there on my three seater sofa, in my black short sleeved shirt, red tie (trousers), and black trousers, I was now on absolute cloud nine.
And now the best part. I sat both balloons to my right side, one above the other, both continuously making contact to each other. This was the first part of my looner trip that night; the two new balloons gentley rubbing against each other. It's hard to explain, as it's a different squeeking to conventional balloon squeeking. It was more of a softer swooshy squeeking sound, but not loud; It's a unique sound - hard to explain. But I often do this to get myself really hot and revved up.
And then the peak. with the weight of my body gentley leaning against the balloons - not to squash them, but just enough to stop them from falling away. I placed my right hand between the two balloons, and done my business with my left.
The big thrill was my thumb being sandwiched between the two balloons. If I had my thumb straight, the face portion of my thumb nail would be pressing into the jewel blue. When bending my thumb, the back (skin) part would dig into the green. I wiggled my thumb between the straight and bent positions in quick succession for a lengthy period of time, and uh man, this was total heaven. The feeling of my thumb wiggling between the freshly inflated latex with the swooshy squeaking was total bliss. If I wanted to, I could have peaked pretty quickly, but chose to let the libido go for over an hour, man, it was one hell of a good night.
The connotation being here, those two nice big balloons, being sooooo vulnerable to a little little thumb, that uh, made so much nice squeeking.
That nice piece of heaven was repeated on Friday night, but Saturday was house clean up day, and reluctantly I had to pop them with a fork, as the living area was getting a little clutted with other inflatables.
Got back to the lounge-room turned down the radio, and uhhhh, the quiteness. complete silence. Pulled out my hand pump, and started inflating the Jewel blue Q18. Pumped pumped pumped away, and as I saw the neck forming, started getting really boned. pushed pushed pushed to well over rated size and done the knot. Ohh yeah, nice, rock hard, and firm.
Onto the pastel green Q18, and pumped and pumped away, again, pushed it up to over rated size, and done the knot. Now that experience (the one that only a true looner knows), my body felt electric. Sitting there on my three seater sofa, in my black short sleeved shirt, red tie (trousers), and black trousers, I was now on absolute cloud nine.
And now the best part. I sat both balloons to my right side, one above the other, both continuously making contact to each other. This was the first part of my looner trip that night; the two new balloons gentley rubbing against each other. It's hard to explain, as it's a different squeeking to conventional balloon squeeking. It was more of a softer swooshy squeeking sound, but not loud; It's a unique sound - hard to explain. But I often do this to get myself really hot and revved up.
And then the peak. with the weight of my body gentley leaning against the balloons - not to squash them, but just enough to stop them from falling away. I placed my right hand between the two balloons, and done my business with my left.
The big thrill was my thumb being sandwiched between the two balloons. If I had my thumb straight, the face portion of my thumb nail would be pressing into the jewel blue. When bending my thumb, the back (skin) part would dig into the green. I wiggled my thumb between the straight and bent positions in quick succession for a lengthy period of time, and uh man, this was total heaven. The feeling of my thumb wiggling between the freshly inflated latex with the swooshy squeaking was total bliss. If I wanted to, I could have peaked pretty quickly, but chose to let the libido go for over an hour, man, it was one hell of a good night.
The connotation being here, those two nice big balloons, being sooooo vulnerable to a little little thumb, that uh, made so much nice squeeking.
That nice piece of heaven was repeated on Friday night, but Saturday was house clean up day, and reluctantly I had to pop them with a fork, as the living area was getting a little clutted with other inflatables.
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