I used to sneak my boyfriend of the time home to fuck- it was either that or the KFC toilets. I know I definitely preferred the former compared to banging in a tiny cubicle where the woman in the one next to us was either having an asthma attack or pushing out a huge shit.
So silent fucking it was with games of Connect Four thrown in during the breaks. We'd normally play best of three and the loser would have to go down on the other one; I always won : )
The problem was he used to fuck with his mouth wide open or grimace like he was lifting something heavy. Little noises would escape him every now and again but that was the most passionate shit got. One night he was on top poking away when he started stroking my hair (on my head, this isn't set in the 60's). Now this struck me as strange enough to strain my neck to investigate what was going on because this guy was definitely not the hair stroking type. He tilted my head back down and the touching stopped but the fucking continued. We laid on my single bed together for a while after before I had to sneak him back out.
With him gone and alone downstairs the adrenaline had worn off and I no longer had to take pigeon steps to avoid the creaking floorboards. Full motion had returned and I could feel my ass cheeks sticking together. He either had Spider-Man cum or my vagina had collapsed from the front to the back from the shagathon.
I returned to bed to inspect with my legs up and a mirror in between. The Spider-Man theory was looking very likely as spreading my butt cheeks I could see a long sticky stretch of white- chewing gum.
OK it wasn't the 60's but it was a time before my crack had been introduced to wax so gum was literally stuck in my ass hair. It took a hot bath and shower gel to lubricate it off,. Thankfully/not so thankfully (depending on how you look at it) no ass hair was lost in the process.
Lesson learned: Beware the man.... Who chews gum in bed
Robbin da Good
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