You’ll have to forgive this post, but it’s going to delve into my sex life a little. So if you don’t want to hear semi-salacious details, I’d turn back now if I were you.
You’ve been warned.
So– have you ever taken a dick so big that you saw the face of God? One where you sort of fear for the safety of your spleen? And where the guy was so adept at using it that it left you giddy and you actually laughed like a fool afterward?
After the second time that is.
In the immortal words of Missy Elliot: sex me so good I say blah blah blah, work it! I need a glass of water, boy oh boy it’s good to know ya.
This was one of those hookups where we’ve chatted multiple times before (on a popular gay “dating” site) but just had never had any time work out. And then Suddenly Seymour the stars align and everything works out.
And the best part is the guy turns out to be really nice, and not a druggie or a creep or sketchy in any way. And close to your age. And physically turned on by what you got (for some inexplicable reason).
So today, even though it’s a gloomy Monday and I’m at work, in all “Isn’t it a lovely day? Birds are chirping and children are laughing…..”