Why I gave you that excellent blow job last year  

sfvcpl818 51M/51F
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3/23/2006 4:30 pm

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Why I gave you that excellent blow job last year


I’m sorry if you’re going to be left wondering what happened, since I just can’t return your calls/emails (still). But, I couldn’t figure out what to actually SAY to you about that encounter. You probably think I thought we were having excellent sex.

Au contraire, monsieur. *You* were having excellent sex, which I gather means you had a naked female and got to fuck her. *I* endured. However, I realize that this encounter won’t be doing my bit for woman kind, because you think I was getting off on giving you a blow job. And, frankly, I’m sure it seemed that way. I was, but not the way you think.

You see, after a point in the evening, after we got past the plausible time for getting our clothes off, it all went downhill. But I’m too much of a nice person to have just sat up and said, “Jesus fucking christ, is *that* how you stroke a woman’s body?” That autistic-like repetition that drove you to pick one 6 inch part of my skin and rub it like you were cleaning the windows, then never deviate again? Did you not notice that it didn’t even elicit an appreciative murmur? Did you not notice that I froze? Pay attention, man! And is there a reason that you picked a spot on my back to apply this movement to, as opposed to, say, a documented and socially recognized erogenous zone?

I was having a difficult enough time dealing with the Wax-on, Wax-off routine with your hand, but good grief, did you need to add that “sexy” interrogation? “Do you want me to talk dirty to you?” Well, no, bonehead, not if you have to ask. The idea is to try a tiny bit of it and … hello… NOTICE the reaction! “Do your titties like me?” What the fuck kind of a question is that? Do my titties like you?….I don’t know, ask them! So far in life, they’ve pretty much followed my lead. (No.. wait, they are D cups, so I suppose I’ve followed them, but I’m sure you get my drift. Well, I’m sure you won’t, but whatever.)

So, getting to the blow job part. The reason I gave you that excellent blow job is because I have a vivid memory. When I realized that the situation wasn’t redeemable from my point of view physically, I figured I might as well bring the evening to a “happy ending” by taking a drive down memory lane. So, I closed my eyes, and re-lived, blow by blow (hehe… sorry) that magical night when I met B. (not his real name) and my pussy got so wet from wanting him that I soaked my panties, my skirt, and the couch. The moment when I slipped to my knees and took him in my mouth for the first time. It will live with me forever.

And now a little bit of it lives with you.

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