gawd. i don't know how i stand myself sometimes!
every couple weeks, i take my husband out for lunch. i usually hit south coast plaza on the way home and indulge in a little retail therapy. this time was supposed to be different. i was supposed to walk my husband to his office and close the door and indulge in something else... a little office fellatio.
stupid me wussed out (bigly) because all his co-workers were there. most of them usually leave the premises for lunch, but not this time. fuck shit piss!! AND... i used to regularly blow someone in parking lots, metrolink stations, etc, and not think much of it. (it's a killer, skanky, sex-ho kinda story too... i'll have to tell you sometime.)
i lost my cojones when i got married i think. i wonder if i can go to ikea or tiffany & co. or somewhere and buy some?
i wussed out, and what's more, i feel like shit about it. i'd been trumpeting the office fellatio because i wanted to pop a cherry, if you will, of my husband's. something he'd never experienced before. that list gets pretty damn small by the time a man's 35, you know?
so he sez next time... he better hold me to it.
so it's 4:20... time to celebrate!
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I would also like the fictionalized version of that story.
I have been fellated in my cubicle before. He will never ever forget it, and will conjure it up in times you cannot be there.
Trust me.
J.
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