Don't you ever grow up
The part where you say: "Baby is too little to take it" thing, does have some truth to it. I honestly learned it from Igor because he is always babying her, and not letting her figure out how to handle her own problems. He says her nerves are fragile, and I have seen it a bit and how she has emotional melt-downs. He just says "Let me handle it" or something about her hormones etc.
Have you ever in your entire life had an emotional meltdown?
Are you dead yet?
Is she?
Sounds like Igor has some pretty intense investment in keeping Baby dependent and as helplessly Babylike.
A few years ago my daughter came to me bitching about something broken in both the doors of her car. I do not remember what was broken, but I think we might have needed to replace the electric side mirrors which required taking the doors apart.
"Well I can't fucking do that!"
Papa "want to bet?"
So she stood there and watched me do the first door. I explained each step and I mean like each screw and pop fastener and how they went in etc. (I managed to break one of the pop fasteners. Finally finished the job, we walked around to the other side. I set the tools down on a cloth and took out my iPhone. Turned on the video camera and said. "Ok your turn"
She needed a bit of coaching in a couple of spots. She took less time than I did. She didn't break any fasteners. Stood up and discovered her repair was perfect.
So she grew up and all I am left with is the memories of her face lighting up. Well and a cool video of her fixing her car.
It sounds like Igor is terrified the pair of you are going to grow up and realize what a douchebag he is. Being far more of a douchebag than he could ever hope to be, I know this fear and empathize.
I ask her all the time what she wants (really, that she seems to be afraid to vocalize) and what would make things better for her. She wants more freedom it seems, but is too afraid to try and get it and will ask either of us to try and get it for her. For a little while my pep talks were helping her find that voice but it drove Igor nuts. She is now back to where she was or it has stagnated.
I want to add Baby somewhere in Igor's name! Lol
So screw vocalizing, give her some fucking homework. Write it down.
Ten things you fantasize about doing or being able to do.
Make her rewrite the list. Ask her about each thing until YOU can actually see it and her doing it (adjust for context)
Step two: she writes down one thing she could do to move her just one small step towards each of those things.
While you are doing this, tell her stories of the times you fell on your ass, twisted your ankle damned near wrecked your knee or hip trying to do some simple fucking move that now you look back and go, "why was that so hard." (I know I am making a big assumption here, but in used to be the masseur for a number of the dancers at the NYC Ballet and later their movement instructor. I know those chicks were klutzes, I mean if they could really dance, they wouldn't be stuck in some minor burg, no name ballet company. They even needed to practice shit before they could get it right. Myself, I notice time to time after I finish walking on water, my socks are damp. So embarrassing.)
I wonder how Igor-super hero is going to handle Igor-just plain human. Maybe you can get him one of those vibrating penis sleeves and a large bottle of lube, so he'll know he can find some relief.
You are right in that I have shown her some things, yes we have been physical a few times but nothing really lit up for me. She really enjoyed herself so that was reward enough, it did ironically make her compare me to Igor sexually though. Which created its own problems (I can get her aroused enough to climax but he cannot).
Well, you know how it goes, even bad sex is pretty good and has its own rewards.
Maybe let him watch? I mean I've heard rumors that some guys like the idea of two women having sex. Maybe he can get some tips?
I remember an old girlfriend who was trying to talk a girl into our bed. Her closer was, "he eats pussy almost as good as a woman. Let me show you (pulling down her panties).
Well I got to work and she did seem to have a very good time and breathlessly at the end, told my girlfriend that was the best she ever had.
You do not say shit like this to her. That is so gauntlet on the table.
After we gathered the pieces of the poor girl from the various corners of the room and reassembled her and took her to the bedroom. I got to bask in the glow of my past glory, where for a few minutes I was "the best she'd ever had."
But school was so much fun.
Now I do not want you to think I am a perv or anything. I did not enjoy watching them. Ewww, I mean that is totally disgusting, unless there is a Great Dane involved.
I mean I have morals!
I sure I do. There were just here a minute ago. Hang on let me check in the garage.
OK this is NOT funny, who took the garage?
Now chemistry aside. The "nothing lit up for me" was it her lack of experience? Technique? Did you give verbal instructions or is she too fragile for stuff like that.
Again assuming, but sounds like she had a good time, but you're classically trained. Maybe she just needs a bit of practice, or some classical training. (So glad there are a few oceans between us, I could see head injuries in my near future)
Poor Igor. Well I am sure it is not his fault, must be hers.
Jesus we have a lot going on it seems... they really love eachother a great deal so they are willing to work on it.
And yeah, I walk on eggshells with her a lot.
Gotta break some eggs to make an omlette.
(Lol @ the boob comment, Igor might like mine bigger XD)
There are planes leaving daily to India.
I love small tits. I mean how sick and twisted can you get, right?
She likes me as her girlfriend but I am never sure what she is to me, I am pretty open about my confusion with both of them. We have done many things that a couple would do but something is stuck with me, I can't seem to work up romantic energy.
Is that girl friend or girlfriend?
Romantic energy? Are we painting by numbers here? Someone took number 6 out and didn't put it back in the box?
Stuck? Maybe give yourself a break and just be that vapid worthless slut who is just being used for sex, by her. You know "service mode". You got an ego boost the last time. OK making a meal out of hors d'oeuvres might not be as satisfying, but tasty none the less. Or is she not tasty? "Igor, did you forget to change Baby's diaper?"
Have the three of you been in bed full on sexual, ever? Is she never allowed to watch you and Igor? Or is she just too fragile?
I remember pestering my father to let me get out of the Baby Pool and swim in the deep end. He picked me up, carried me to the deep end and threw me in the middle of the pool.
Third time up, I learned how to swim.
I came out of the pool furious and screamed, "I don't know how to swim, you asshole (I knew naughty words even then)
He just smiled and pointed to the middle of the pool and said, "What do you mean? You just swam from there. I'll bet you could make it to the other side from here right now."
Took me a few seconds of recalling the terror, but other half of my brain judge the other side of the pool was not that far. I won my first. Blue Ribbon three weeks later in the ten and under freestyle. I was going to turn four at the end of the summer. Ten year olds are such punks.
In there defense, they had other shit to do, while I required armed guards to keep me out of the pool when I turned blue.
Now how are you going to handle it when Baby passes you in the pool, I mean being older and classically trained and all. Fucking dangerous waters teaching folks to fish. "Now who am I going to sell fish to?!?"
Even worse giving her the Big O. Next thing you know she'll start wanting sex and all that good religious training will go out the door. I know because I have known some Catholic girls. (Yes, that is a Biblical knowing, though no begatting took place. I kept losing my place in the Good Book) wow, catholic girls know how to make sex so much dirtier, disgusting and totally pervy.
Oh Pandora what have you done?
Considering that I am not either of their usual physical "type," I don't believe I will be kept around for physical novelty. I am not sure how deep this goes, and it has only recently cropped up as a thought in my head. She and I give him totally different things (looks aside), she adores me which why I feel majorly shitty for noticing it.
Adores you? Stupid Baby! She'll probably get over it and realize what a vapid, empty shell, though very nice to look at, you really are. Maybe you can shut up and use that tongue of yours and some climaxes to distract her. Delay being found out.
Give different things!?!
Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger. Pepsi, no Coke.
What do you think we made those cookie cutters for?
I do so want to spank your ass, now it am regretting the oceans between us.
This ass spanking, comes with a fair amount of "classically trained NYC professional masseur" diddling followed by a disgusting amount of totally perverted worshiping of your inadequate boobs.
I'd better call Homeland Security and get you put on a no fly list, just to be safe.
I mean we are not talking about YOU getting what you want, are we? Where the drama in that?
Umm this fertility reference? Could you expand, expound, elucidate, you know give me a fucking clue?
I do so love to spank ballerinas, nothing like classically trained jumps when you are turning their bottoms a nice shade of deep pink.
Look at what you have stirred up. Bad girl.