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Where are this kid’s frickin teeth?

my happy guy

Not that I’m looking forward to my nipples being used like a beaver’s chew toy or anything. Speaking of beavers (I now crown thee queen of the transitions!)…

Adult situations (ahem) in the click through

Over at Attack of the Redneck Mommy, Tanis shared a recent encounter with some heinous love lube, thus inspiring me to tell the sordid tale of “Good Head” (oh I can just see the google hits now).

The year was 2000 and The Hubster & I lived in a 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment rented for dirt cheap from a sort of kind of in a convoluted way family member. Our youthful exuberance led us to the local giant naughtiness warehouse where upon we encountered gallons of liquid fun time assistance.

the array was dizzying and the names, oh my! The names were, uhh, descriptive. Discombobulated by the sheer volume of “pleasure honey” we were going to leave empty handed but then spied something called “Good head” which made us titter, then giggle, then fall over laughing. Of course we bought it.

And there my friends is where this story takes a very bad turn.

It was not long after arriving home that I clawed the package open and set to, uhh, work.

Oh babe, that feels so good. MMMMM yeah…. uh.. uh.. babe?

(ignores him)

uh.. um ow. babe..

(still not listening)

STOP!

What?

Did you brush your teeth or something?

Earlier today

My wanger is burning

yes, with warm throbbing lust right?

No like my wanger is on FIRE, fuck!

(points and laughs) Hahahahaa you are such a wuss, come here, let me cool it down for you

Hell no!

(flops over laughing hysterically) BWHAHAHAHAHAHA what a wimp! It’s just some friggin lube

Oh yeah?

and with a grand florish he wiped a stripe of good head across my soft parts.

Whatever dude, it’s not that ba-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDD OH MY FUCK MY CROTCH IS ON FIRE!

picture, if you will, 2 full grown naked adults punching, pushing and shoving to be the first through the doorway to get into that one lonely bathroom and then in ultimate fighting championship style, battling each other for the coveted position under the shower spray.

Eventually, we emerged from the bathroom, both still engorged below the belt, and waddled to the dumpster to rid our lives of Good Head. Thankfully none of our naughty bits fell off and The Hubster has been perfectly content with my mind blowingly fantastic but run of the mill head ever since.

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