TMI Thursday: Could You Provide a Towel With That Shower?
Apr 22, 2009 Family, I Forgot to Tag, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Parenting, Random, Relationships, Sex, TMI Thursday's, Wicked Wisdoms, Yum... or Lack There Of., bitch
Happy Thursday Blogosphere!!! This is my 3rd TMIThursday, and I am beginning to really enjoy grossing you all the fuck out on a weekly basis.
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Back when Wicked was a little slut, (shut up.) she dated many a penis provider. Some had big cocks, some notsomuch. Some, packed a great punch but were too quick for her. She smiled pretty-like but at the end of the one-pump-chump sexcapade… she lost his number as quick as he came.
Literally.
One day, she met a boy. He was Creole, and had pretty caramel skin, long curly hair, (shut the fuck up it was cute back then) and flashed a charming smile whenever she entered the room. Sooner than later, she had sunk her Wicked claws into him and had him wrapped around her Wicked little fingers.
They flirted and dated. They kissed and touched. They practiced running bases until it was time to play the big game.
When the day came to get down Wicked was excited to finally make sweet love with her sexy Creole man. So they get into the moment. Clothes fly off into their seperate corners, salivas are swapped and certain regions begin to throb. At first glance, Wicked is a tad disappointed at the lack of girth… but had been proven wrong about penis first impressions in the past. She laid back and attempted to let the magic happen.
And it did. At first anyway.
He penetrated her, giving her a taste of what he had to offer. Initially satisfied, she closed her eyes and let go. He moved with her, and she loved every minute of it. As they fucked, Wicked noticed that the temperature had raised between them more than she was used to. Attempting to ignore it, she moaned out… to let him know that she was enjoying the moment.
All of a sudden, she felt a drop of moisture graze past her lips and into her mouth. It was salty and warm… but water… not the creamy salty substance she was used to having in her mouth in this situation.
Then, one by one, more warm drops hit her face in sporadic locations.
Drip
Drip
Drip
She opened her eyes only to witness the most human condensation she had ever seen on another human being… and he was less than 4 inches from her own face. Both stunned and disgusted, and also immediately turned off… she realized that she was paralized, trying to figure out where to go. Instead of offering a towel, she decided to duck and dodge the sweat bullets… hoping that he wouldn’t notice. Instead, he moved with her, his weapons of mass sweat-struction attacking her in full force like a Nazi Army. Not only was his forehead sweating, but his long hair and all of its hair-product-glory was dripping as well.
If Wicked ever in her life wished for anyone to be a one-pump-chump… it was this day. This moment. This salty, sweaty, sexcapade. But nooooooooooo… not her luck. He drudged on for a good 30 minutes, grunting and moaining… and did I mention sweating all over her pretty Wicked face.
When he was finished and re-entered the real world, where people were not aroused and also drenched in someone elses sweat, he smiled… that once charming, bur now repulsive smile at her.
Him: (breathing heavy-like from his recent orgasm)”Wow. You are amazing.” (REALLY!?) “Sorry, sometimes I sweat a little bit when I get into the moment.”
How does someone respond to that? Uhm, YA THINK!!!!????!?!?!?!
I am pretty sure if you asked her, Wicked cannot remember anything about the sex. She was far to disgusted to remember the quality of the cock. Wicked would also tell you that she is still equally grossed out and traumatized to this day by his sweatshower. Pretty sure.
Enjoy your Thursday!!!
Any bodily fluid TMI’s get sparked from this nasty tale?
Any recent TMI’s to share at all??
Tags: creole, make-out, one pump chump, Sex, sweat, TMI Thursday's, towel
