I've always had a hard time expressing my feelings. Conversely, I have no problems talking about all things taboo, especially sex. Sometimes, my mouth gets the better of me and I forget to censor myself a little bit depending on whose company I am in.
One night, my girl friend and I met up at the bar to watch a Sox game. We were about two pitchers of beer deep when Boo and his buddy, Calvin unexpectedly walked in. It was a pleasant surprise, and we immediately ordered several rounds of shots. With me, when there's alcohol, the conversation almost always turns X-rated at some point. It was no different this night, either.
Side story: The Friday night prior, Boo and I returned to his place after the bar and tumbled into bed. We started to get a little freaky because we all know that drinking lowers your inhibitions tenfold. Boo got a little enthusiastic and rolled on top of me in the 69 position. Apparently, I found this fantastic and got a little overzealous myself. Through no fault of my own (it was the booze, I promise), my tongue ended up close to his "exit only." Too close. The funny thing is, I remembered none of it. End side story.
So, yeah, we're at the bar talking about sex-related things. I'm not sure why or how it was brought up, but I directed a comment jokingly in Boo's direction about rim jobbing. His face turned five shades of red, turned toward Calvin and changed the subject. Boo is not one to get embarrassed easily, so I was puzzled at his reaction. I grabbed him by the arm and asked him what his deal was. He laughed, shook his head and told me I had diarrhea of the mouth. Surely, he was joking, because I was. And then came the flashbacks. Oh. My. God. I DID NOT. DID I? I kept repeating those words over and over to Boo. He just kept nodding. I gasped and clasped my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide as dinner plates. He laughed as I apologized profusely. Luckily, neither my girl friend nor Calvin were none the wiser and continued on to a safer subject as I sat dumbfounded at not only my big mouth, but also my willingness to get my tongue that close to...ahem...you know what.
Lesson learned, notes taken, and props to my man for not shooting up to the ceiling when I pulled that little trick.
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I had a boyfriend who kept himself EXQUISTELY clean--of both hair and waste--and I actually enjoyed giving him a rim job. WAY easier than a blow job on his gianormous cock (since when are white guys allowed to have 9-inch cocks???), and much faster at getting him off.
Ain't no shame in it.
GPG!!!!!!!! You amaze me more and more every day!!!
Sooo....Miss Biatch...I know we don't know eachother very well...but I miss your musk. I can't wait for the next post! :0)
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