THE HOBBY

THE HOBBY

CELESTE

Celeste Morgan is a trim beauty of 115 perfectly shaped pounds with smallish but perky breasts that beg for attention. Her relaxed face features eyes that seem slightly excited and lips forming a faintly impish smile that urges an observer to smile back. She is 37, a licensed practicing nurse employed by a large medical equipment company in a middle management position. Childless by her choice led to dissolution of her one marriage. She doesn’t plan for a second one because she’s found much more fun and reward in her work and life pleasing more than one man.

By high school graduation, under cover of beauty queen and valedictorian, she had become a controlling woman of 18. Knowing what gave her power, she practiced kegel exercise, contraction of her pelvic muscles, daily throughout the day, all her days, through college, medical school and working years because she had learned that men enjoyed being dominated. And nothing could be more dominating for him than a strong vagina squeezing his penis like hands squeezing a sponge.

And, like the question of the male penis for the woman, “Does size matter?” The answer generally being yes, more or less.

The question for the male of a woman’s vagina, “Does strength matter?” The answer is most positively, yes.

She lives alone on the edge of a largish city we’ll call Superville, a mostly white collar city supported largely by engineering brains and management acuity in both sexes resulting in a high population of mature well educated families.

Her home is an imposing original Victorian design with at least one room for every possible kind of home activity with space left over. She likes entertaining male friends there who inevitably want to explore every nook and cranny with mostly one kind of activity with the owner in mind. And, in fact, this is the mindset she looks for in pursuit of her hobby.

TOOLS OF THE HOBBY

No ten minute activity for a woman can reap rewards like a well placed blowjob. For example, nomination for high school valedictorian! Close in second place might be a well exercised vagina in a beauty contest.

Celeste’s hobby requires a variety of medical tools and medicines. Her connections for these are numerous as her job entails traveling the country meeting with doctors and hospital staffs providing samples of her company’s products and engaging with reps of other companies doing the same. In the process connections are made for freely obtaining samples of any medical equipment or drugs. The well timed and placed woman’s tools of hands, mouth and vagina can insure an ongoing supply of anything Celeste wants. She needs only to make a call or text.

A space off the main bedroom behind a camouflaged door is a room she never shows guests. It is a fully equipped small-scale operating room with operating table and all tools necessary for the most common in-office surgical procedures. One extra special item is a liquid nitrogen fridge for indefinite storage of any part of a living being. It was her hobby room!

The fridge stored her appalling hobby collection.

THE HUNT

Because of the large percentage of successful white collar jobs in Superville there Is no shortage of “cougar” hunting grounds. Celeste finds the main assets for her hobby in these numerous high hope watering hole bars by reversing the roles of herself as the Cougar with the hunter.

It is not the money filling the hunters’ wallets that’s of interest to her. It is the quality of the man filling the hunter’s suit. Attitude, social skill and responsibility are the qualities, just as with a potential husband, that matter to her. This is, admittedly, for her personal taste because a wider range of personality traits would have sufficed for her hobby purpose. The main requirement was that he is happily married and is attracted to her beauty. Such a man often showed shyness and reluctance to approach and she’d take the lead with a phrase like, “I noticed you might be thinking about my empty glass.“. Full or not. It was usually enough to make them toss away any resistance to her approach.

Upon his seeing to her glass being filled and his invitation to stay awhile, her attention would go to two telling indicators of his worth of her time. His ring finger. Was a ring there and firmly planted indicating years of never being removed. This would signal strong marriage, self confidence and truthfulness. Next, his eyes. Were they fixed on her or in a gaze that shared her with the room? She would not tolerate being shared.

After those two qualifications were met a short conversation usually revealed most of her requirements for a hobby asset. A satisfactory marriage with kids grown or college age and an itch for extracurricular romance usually bought a ticket into her hobby. Money beyond affording an extracurricular romance was not a concern.

THE CAPTURE

She was becoming tired of the hobby she’d been practicing now for about eight years. She had a collection of 13 specimens of assets she had processed in that time and although she wasn’t particularly superstitious would prefer getting past the number 13.

She decided for this final hunt on the Airport Hilton.. It had three bars of different themes. One featured pole dance strippers. They were always stunningly gorgeous with bodies that could only be designed in heaven. A couple she’d seen there might have prompted some jealousy except she figured the tricks they could do on a steel pole with their exceptional back muscles were no match for what she could do on a softer pole with her years of strengthened pelvic muscles.

It was fun to watch them but the men she’d tested there were either too aggressive for her taste or withdrawn. She preferred a softer yet positive self confidence with a definite curiosity. She liked the bar that featured nostalgia for the jazz oriented 50s and 60s. The soul music of piano and sax company to a blues singer encouraged the libido and mind toward togetherness.

She scored her asset on the first try. After the empty glass trick and ring finger observation his eyes fastened on her like they were glued. His occupation was airline pilot, Captain on the magnificent Boeing 747. His schedule parked him here for two days prior to continuing half way round the world to Hong Kong and return in twelve days with another one day layover in Superville before deadheading home. He said his name was Jim.

The fourteen day trip filled his allowed flight hours for a month so they made the most of three days a month together.

THE KILL

With each hobby asset Celeste designed a unique personal spectacle event celebrating the climax of that asset’s role in her hobby life.

The culmination of her hobby activity with her latest asset, Jim, was to be a catered dinner date in her exotic “castle home”, with champagne, oysters, caviar, lobster and crab served up by two of the dancers from the Airport Hilton, under candle light only, all parties nude of course. Between servings the dancers would perform together illustrating a love tryst between Goddesses while Celeste and Jim engaged in mixing food with foreplay.

Unknown to the asset, of course, would be the added touches to his food and drink of marijuana and viagra that lessened any inhibitions to zero and kept his penis rock hard throughout their dinner orgy.

The deadening effect of it all would make him unfeeling of the jab from a tiny needle of pre-anesthetic. Before the main anesthetic was injected. His last conscious memory would see him on his back beneath her in cowgirl position, his penis fully encased in her muscular vagina.

The anesthetic, Propofol used in many office surgical procedures, like colonoscopy, is truly a “wonder drug”. It leaves the patient with a dreamlike recollection of the scene before it sets in fully within seconds. Waking from it occurs in minutes with only a slightly groggy aftereffect, with the last remembered scene blending into one with the first scene upon wakening. Nothing in between will be remembered as if they had been engaged in coitus throughout the operation. It is the ideal drug she uses for removal of a testicle.

The surgical procedure is called an ” orchidectomy” and takes at most 30 minutes including the replacement with a prosthetic testicle. The incision is small, with dissolvable sutures and will yield no feeling except possibly a slight itch. In her hobby “patients’” case any post-op feelings he will attribute to intense sexual activity. From 13 “patients” none have spoken of any suspicion. And her preferred use of only married men further insured silence for fear of retribution from spouse or ridicule from friends.

FINALE

Throughout her several months of romantic activity with Jim, she was, as normally, caught up in the motivation of her hobby. All her actions and words were mobilized toward the final scene in her real life play. But still, something nagged at her more and more, interrupting the normal flow of her thoughts. The times she spent with Jim seemed to become more and more enjoyable for their own sake. Clearly she was falling in love! Recognizable immediately to anyone but Celeste.

So, tossing aside the odd feelings, she proceeded with her normal scurrilous plans for Jim. After all, the activities they engaged in were as normal lovers anyway.

So, the exciting erotic entertainment and dinner scene was carried out toward it’s exciting finale, EXCEPT.. when it came time for the first needle jab.... She couldn’t do it! Suddenly, smothering her senses was a scene of children at play created by the mixed blood and love between her and Jim.

Now, a few years later enjoying the real live scene of her children at play, she often asks herself, “Why did I carry on this nasty and risky activity?" The answer always comes back with the question, why does a tightrope walker risk his life traversing a cable strung across the Grand Canyon?????? Because he can.

NOTE: The loss of one testicle is not a castration. Neither is it debilitating. The second one easily makes up for the loss and facilitates normal activity. If a man doesn’t know he’s missing one, It’s likely he’ll never know.

That’s still no reason for stealing them!

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