The old friend.

So I texted an old friend today, with complete innocent intentions of catching up. We used to work together and occasionally keep in contact. We’ve never hooked up, although have flirted with the idea several times in the way back. As the conversation progressed and we started making plans, and he kept hinting at getting together this evening. Not at all what I had in mind, but I was already horny thinking about Texas hooking up with a friend of his tonight. So I decided what the hell, I’ll give him a shot.

We kind of hung out for a few, and he was quick to take his shirt off and ask for a massage. I have notoriously bony fingers but he’s a big dude and could probably handle my nubs digging into his neck and shoulder blades.

We made out for a bit. Nothing too crazy, but enough to make me feel like I was back in school again. He was holding onto me for dear life. What he did was actually embrace me. Which felt slightly awkward.

By the time we made it into the bedroom, I’d for some reason lost my sex drive…completely. Not because of anything he did, I just had a lot of things on my mind I think.

When I finally got around to blowing him, it was dead silent. I mean, you could hear his cats claws on the carpet. I worked my magic and was out of there in about 30 minutes…my slogan should be “you’ll cum in 30 minutes or less, or your money back” (sidenote: no money has EVER been exchanged for sexual favors. EVER. With anyone.)

But I did hear for the third time in about a week that I give phenomenal head…think it’s true?

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