Dating / Gray/Lola / Online dating / Romance / Sex

The Unfortunate Blow Job

Hi lovies,

In my last post I told you how King proposed we move in together and that I was considering it. Well, consider it I did, for all of about 24 hours.

When I came to my senses, I concluded that not only do I not want to move in with him, but that I needed to break up with him. So that’s what I did. He fought it for a few days, but I was firm, knowing for certain it was the right thing. I told him he deserved someone who was ready to give him her whole heart, because that is what he is looking for. Given my extreme adoration for Gray I know I’m not that woman, and I don’t know how long it would be before I could be. He asked me how long I needed, and I told him there was no way to know. So I gave him a firm push out into the cold winter snow, knowing he won’t be single for long, and that some very lucky woman is going to reap the wonderful benefits of all that is the King of Love.

And back I went into the depths of Ok Cupid.

It wasn’t long before I got a message from a hottie saying he was in the area from Seattle for the week and was looking for someone to accompany him in some intimate adventures. Normally I can’t be bothered with messages like that because the guy is usually married and just looking to get his rocks off. Those kind of guys seem slimy to me, and I am always like, seriously? Hire an escort already, don’t bother women on a dating site.

But this guy was single and said he would enjoy having a regular companion when he comes into town several times a year. Given my circumstances with Gray, I figured that might be a nice supplement, and easier than trying to find a second boyfriend that is okay with me being non monogamous.

Meet Gladiator, a strapping and well muscled machine of a man in his mid 30’s with low-cut dark hair, bright hazel eyes, sparkling white, straight teeth and an ass so firm you could bounce a quarter off it. He was definitely a looker. So I wrote him back and was pleased to find he was very gentlemanly and open.

After trading a few texts, I agreed to a meeting to determine if there was mutual attraction. We decided to commence our little chemistry experiment at a dimly lit martini bar downtown. About an hour prior, I got a text from him saying, “We are going to have a great time tonight, I can’t wait to meet you!” Nice touch, Gladiator, I thought, very nice touch.

I arrived and he was waiting in one of the plush corner booths with a glass of red wine awaiting me. I sat down and he quickly slid over closer to me. We began talking easily, and I was instantly attracted to him.

We were engrossed in conversation when suddenly a very pretty young woman came over to us and blurted out, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is your name Lola?” I looked at her intently, vaguely remembering her face from somewhere, and I replied inquisitively, “Yes, who are you? You look so familiar to me.”

She instantly enveloped me in a warm hug and said excitedly to Gladiator, “This woman is AWESOME! She’s a legend!! She joined a large group of us one night on a pub crawl and everyone was in love with her.”

I suddenly remembered the night, and her name, and started blushing and was getting hot from the embarrassment of all this attention. Gladiator preened amusedly as he put his hand on my thigh and began stroking it while she raved on and on about me. She smiled at Gladiator and said, “You’re in for a real treat with this one. Are you guys dating?”

I laughed and said somewhat awkwardly, “Well, this is actually our first date.” She beamed and said, “Well you look great together and I’m sure you’ll have a blast.”   I could hardly get rid of her, but after exchanging numbers and promising to be in touch, she finally sashayed away.

Gladiator turned to me and jokingly said, “So did you pay her to do that?” I laughed, thinking it seriously could not have worked out any better if I had planned it.

He reached over, cupped my chin in his stong hand and kissed me with a sudden passion. His soft low-cut beard felt like heaven against my cheek, and his lips were divine. We sat in the booth and made out like teenagers until I asked if he was ready to come back to my place.

And this, lovies is where the night took a steep downturn and ultimately crashed and burned in a massive way.

We got to my place and I poured us both a glass of wine and freshened up while he picked out some music on Pandora. What did he choose, you may wonder? Jack Johnson?? Are you fucking serious!? I thought as he told me that was his favorite. God help me.

I managed to overcome my distaste in his music selection and nestled up against him on the couch, which thankfully is a leather couch, (you’ll see why momentarily).

We began kissing and before long I was unbuttoning his jeans and stroking his cock. We both got naked and I dropped to my knees to deliver one of my world-class blow jobs. The first thing I noticed was the almost overpowering stench of body odor as I began to suck him. Then there was the distinct acidic taste that I don’t know was coming from the smell of his balls or the actual taste of his cock. But I’m a trooper when it comes to sucking cock, and it never once occurred to me to stop. I managed to suck him off while he fingered me toward a mutual orgasm and then snuggled up against him as we sipped our wine.

It wasn’t long before he was hard again and ready for round two, and I made the awful mistake of trying to suck him again, to my demise. The combination of the stench, the taste and the fact that he was seemingly larger the second time around was too much and I started gagging. Again, I pushed through, only this time, the combination was fatal and before I knew what was happening, I was puking on his cock.

Yes, I literally threw up in his lap. This, ladies and gentleman, suffice it to say, was not my finest moment. I sprang up from my knees and raced into the bathroom, still gagging and he swiftly followed asking if he could use my shower.

He left shortly after the shower and I never heard another peep out of him, which is actually quite ideal since I never want to see him again.

I could still taste him the next day, despite several rounds of Listerine.

Next please. And for the love of all that is holy – *please* shower first!

Lola

 

 

 

 

 

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