Love, What Women Really Want, Wonderboy

A Happy Failure

I wanted to give him a blowjob. No, I wanted to lick and suck his cock until it bursts semen down my throat. I wanted to jack his cock and gently tuck his balls. I wanted to make him come. (Come!)

And he was hard in his pants, straining against the fabric, bouncing against my cheek when I joked I should sleep my head pressed against his cock.

After a while of begging he let me try.

My teeth hurt him. I almost choked and gagged too frequently. He went limb.

Would you like me to play with you? he asked.

Meah, I can do that by myself. It’s nice to cuddle, though.

So, that’s why I’m here, to find porn, and to tell the story of a young couple in love but way too tired from renovating and decorating to have sex two times a day.

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4 thoughts on “A Happy Failure

  1. mousie762 says:

    I love your description of wanting to give a blowjob. Too often people talk about something that makes their partner come but not them as some kind of chore.

  2. I know! It just makes me so hot. It’s something I really crave, as much as sex itself. Sometimes I don’t, of course, because I’m not a machine. But it’s almots funny (no, you can drop that almost out of there) how much I want to do it. Wonderboy even made fun of me, because I was so giddy, like a child in a candy store. Can I, oh please, can I? I can’t imagine anything more hot than him enjoying because I made him! And that’s the reason he let me try even though he was tired. 🙂 (Notice the “let me” and not “made me”, too?)

  3. Thank you for your concern! I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to write in a long time. Now I will elaborate! (A post to follow soon…)

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