Oh yes! You got that right!
Last night, I just had a taste of my first blow job. And I thought it was the highlight of my weekend.
However the whole shebang fell short of my expectations as mind-blowing because I never felt the “heat” to begin with.
There I was, right in front of me, a flaming head luring me to take the bait. My friend was egging me to go on but I was too hesitant to even make a move.
My hand moved an inch painstakingly heading towards the hot jigger… finally taking a hold of it. Then slowly I let the hot rim touch my quivering lips… just one taste of it, I had this mind-boggling question.
One thing led to another, the liquid that lingered on my tongue made me cringe. I had no choice but to swallow right away. I thought I would barf right in front of my friend. That would be a total shame.
I didn’t finish the whole thing because I never enjoyed it one bit. Kahlua, Bailey’s and Vodka — these trio were never my favorites, after all. So I went home happy with my tee shots, instead 🙂
Oh well, last night I realized it’s Jose I want even more and not just any blow jobs I can find in the bar.
A former educator and now working as a freelance writer. Simply living her own version of life’s passion – music, mobile photography, story telling, road trips and food trailing! 🙂