Aug 26, 2020
I have a question regarding my newly bought Chefsknife.

Should I use an ceramic honing steel. Or not use any honingsteel at all, and just send it to the local smith each year. Their recommendations is whetstones. But I don't have the balls to do anything to that blade involving whetstones.
So please help me!

Still, for Kelly, after all of the men she had dated, she somehow felt empty... as if something was missing. She knew that she wasn't a "lesbian" whatever that meant. She enjoyed her sexual relationships with men. Except there was that undefined something she had only felt once in her young life. Those twinges had returned full blast.

Kelly smiled to herself, adjusting her white blouse and while she tugged her short skirt down her thighs. Even then the skirt was still a full five inches above her knees.
Stephanie smiled to cover her nervousness when she entered the classroom. It was almost as if it was her first day of school. She was happy to see that the kids had not arrived yet.

"Hi Kelly," Stephanie said.

Kelly looked up and smiled as if she was surprised to see Stephanie so early. "You're early," she said. "Are you trying to get on the good side of the teacher?"

Stephanie saw Kelly's bright eyes staring at her and found herself flustered again. "Uh... I... I like to be punctual."

"Did you bring me an apple?"
Suddenly Stephanie's smile was genuine. "Uh, no but I will the next time."

They laughed.

Soon the two were talking and sorting out lesson plans for the students. They found that they had a lot in common, from music to political persuasions and almost everything in between. Stephanie liked the fact that Kelly was easy to talk to and was soon revealing things about herself she would normally only share with a good friend.

A few minutes later, the kids arrived, rushing into the room, laughing and squealing, pushing and shoving, like typical six-year-olds.

When Stephanie saw Ben come into the room, she smiled at him. While he smiled back, he didn't otherwise acknowledge her. Even at his tender age, the peer pressure to be independent was apparent. She knew that his friends would tease him if he showed undue emotions toward his mother. No boy of any age wanted to be called a "mommy's boy". Several times she smiled at him and he secretly smiled back.

The morning passed quickly. Before Stephanie knew it, it was time to leave. The kids had been sent to Mrs. Williams' art class. The room was finally quiet. As she was straightening up, Stephanie knocked a stack of papers to the floor. She squatted down to pick them up and Kelly came over to help.

"I can be such a klutz," Stephanie said as she gathered up the papers.
"I'm the same way. When I was a kid, my parents used to say I had two left feet," Kelly laughed.

As Stephanie reached for a paper, her eyes glanced at Kelly's legs. Her squatting position allowed her knees to slightly open. Suddenly the older woman's heart skipped a beat... she could see all the way up the young woman's skirt... and she didn't have any panties on. Stephanie's head began to spin as her eyes continued to stare between Kelly's legs. The sun's rays illuminated the normally dark area. She could see under her skirt straight to her pussy. Stephanie was shocked to see she didn't have any pubic hair. She could plainly the puffy bulge of her pussy lips.

"Is something wrong?" Kelly asked when she saw Stephanie staring. Her facial expression appeared serious. A hint of a smile curled at corners of her lips.

"Uh... no," Stephanie quickly said. Inhaling a long, slow breath, she averted her eyes. Too late, the damage had been done. Stephanie could feel her pussy lips swelling and juice begin to drip into her panties. As soon as the papers were gathered, Stephanie hurried out of the room and to the girls' lavatories. In the privacy of the stall, she masturbated like some half-crazed teenager who had been kissed for the first time by the captain of the football team.

Stephanie was somewhat more composed and less anxious the next time she played "teacher's assistant". However, a touch or smile from Kelly would increase her heartbeat. It was ridiculous, but she couldn't deny the way she felt.

The following week, as Stephanie was just about to leave for the day, Kelly asked if she would like to get together for dinner one night. "We get along famously. We have so much in common Stephanie. I thought it might be fun to go out this Friday evening... that is if you aren't busy." Kelly touched Stephanie's hand warmly.
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Sep 11, 2014
What knife did you purchase and what steel if you know? If you bought a European knife that uses a Krupp 4116 variant, it will be a "softer" steel that could use occasional honing on a steel. If you bought a Japanese knife they are harder steels and only a ceramic rod should be used if at all. Honing is not the same as sharpening, it corrects the edge from rolling. Harder steels are less prone to rolling.

If you are totally against learning to sharpen on a waterstone, something you can do by just watching a few youtube videos, you will have to have your knife sharpened professionally, either locally or mail in service.
Jan 23, 2017
We really do need that information about your knife.
As for your fear of sharpening - a ceramic rod is essentially a cylindrical whetstone.Usually about 1-2K. It's far easier to control the angle and pressure on whetstones than on a rod.
A honing steel is a bad combination with harder steels and at best extends the life of the edge of softer steels. The knife will have to be sharpened at some point.
There are a lot of videos on YouTube about sharpening, a maintenance section here with a sticky about sharpening and a bunch of people at in the sharpening subforum. People in the last two places will be willing to answer your questions.