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I couldn’t concentrate on his cock anymore. Not with him eating me out like that. I tried. I promise I did. I had my hand gripped tightly above his balls and was about to go back to it when I felt it. Like hot lava that started at the top of my head, mixed with liquid ice, and then traveled all the way down my body and into and then out of my pussy.
I leaned forward, trying to maintain my grip on reality, when it hit me.
It hit me. When I say “it” I mean his dick erupted in my face. He came and it shot out and busted me right in the fucking nose. Then, as I pulled back to cry out in fear, it spurted again and blasted my left eye. Thank God I’d closed it in time.
If there’d been a snapshot I’m sure it would’ve gone viral. ‘Cause I didn’t know what to do. I heard myself squeal.
“Ung…ohhh,” was what came out.
What the fuck! Did he just…did I…my fucking nose? My eye? Really?
If there’s ever a place you don’t want to get slathered in jizz, it’s your fucking nose. And if there’s a place less desirable than that, it’s your eye!
The worst part?
I didn’t know where to go from there. In an effort to stop it and to flee to safety, I kind of crawled forward, and in the process dragged my pussy across his face, over his chin, down his chest and all the way over him.
I couldn’t see. And I couldn’t smell!
Through my right eye and my sense of touch, I found something to wipe his mess off.
“What are you doing?” I heard him yell from behind.
“What am I doing? I’m wiping your cum off my face!”
“With the family quilt?”
“What family…”
As my fingers dug through the woven patches of grannies hand-made quilt, I realized the mistake I’d made.
“My mom’s going to shit!” he said.
“Your mom?”
And that was the last time I saw Pete.
Chapter 2 – Braden Bot
Who am I?
It’s a question I try not to dwell on very often. Living the “Maybe” lifestyle is something I’ve prided myself on for a while now. If it feels right, do it. If it doesn’t, don’t. It just makes sense to me.
But still. Sometimes I feel lost. At rare moments, when soaking in the tub with a glass of wine, Florence and the Machine playing softly in the background, I have to wonder if it’ll always be only me. Sure I have spurts of great times with random guys but none of it means anything. It’s just sex.
Sex isn’t bad. In fact it’s one of the most pleasurable things we can do. It’s the only time I feel truly alive.
Am I a whore? I think that’s the big question that plagues me sometimes.
Why do I do what I do? Why am I so eager to have a man between my legs? It’s all innocent fun.
I’m a good person. At least I think I am. I donate to charities whenever I can. I’m rarely rude unless provoked. I show up early to work and bust my ass to bring in the bucks for companies I don’t own. It’s called advertising and it’s what I do.
But there I was, in the tub…alone. Occasionally the silence is serene and then there’s times when it’s deafening.
Don’t feel bad or anything. You know me. Everything seems to be temporary. I’ve come to realize that and because of it have tried not to let myself get too wrapped up in the dream of a serious relationship. I’ve tried. I’ve had a few decent ones, but in the end I usually settle for some self-love by candlelight.
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