Yesterday morning I walked into the bedroom and ask Venice if she wanted to go out for lunch. Venice excitedly said she did. I cleaned up and got dressed. As I came out of the bathroom I noticed Venice was still lying in bed. I told her that if she fell asleep I was going to teabag her. She laughed and said she wasn’t going to go to sleep. A few moments later she asked me to lay in the bed next to her for a second, she wanted to cuddle for a while before we left. I laid down in bed and she wrapped herself around me. I immediately felt my jeans unzipping. I am not wearing briefs so as soon as my zipper is down, she has a hold of my penis. She gripped it with both hands tightly while laying on my chest and said, “You aren’t teabagging me.”
At this point, I realized I had been trapped. Venice was going to take a nap and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I was going to be stuck with my penis in her hands and her head on my chest until she woke up. However, I had different plans. I decided to wait patiently, as this is a technique I had learned while camping in multiple games of Call of Duty: Black Ops, and attack when she least expected it. Camping and patience always gets you the kill and the teabag. When her breathing gets heavy, I will slowly slide my cock from her grips. Once free, Operation Teabag will be activated.
So, why do we blog? Because we are weird and do weird shit. Somewhere along the lines we decided to share these weird things with the rest of the world because, well, why not?
I love my cycle. Not a motorcycle, not a calendar cycle, not a weather cycle, but my monthly cycle.
So I’ve learned how to open the faucet in my vagina and let the fluids flow. That may sound silly, but it’s not something I’ve known about my whole life. I’m unsure if my body went into overdrive and started dripping uncontrollably while I was learning to deep throat, or the few rare times prior I would accidentally wet the bed during sex. Maybe my hormones and body just changed with age, and the urge to want to learn to deep throat a penis I had sucked on for years was also part of that change? Whatever it is, I can still remember gagging on Ryan’s cock trying to force it down my throat, while my vagina dripped clear froth onto my own ankles. My body fluids were leaking, I wanted to feel a dick in the bottom of my throat, and I was excited by the idea of wetting the bed like I was a young child with a bladder problem. I’ve changed so much without really having an explanation. However, I have learned a position that always gets me soaking wet.