A special treat

*pop*

A slack handful of years ago, back when Rotimer was slender, handsome, and the proud owner of a fine head of hair, before he morphed into the tubby, bald monstrosity that currently lurks behind a beard, I used to have a ladyfriend.

We'd meet up with some mates of a Wednesday and head along to the Head of Steam for the Ministry of Skank and get happily steamed whilst nodding our heads to a selection of ska and ska punk classics. If I recall correctly it was the same classics each week with minor, if any, variation.

This particular night proceeded as normal, many a bottle of Budvar was raised, a goodly amount of trips were made out behind the casino to have a quick burn and as the bar staff called time we began to peel ourselves off the sofas and depart upon our various paths.

Me and the missus staggered to the bus stop, hopped on the last connection to Cestria and slumped upon the back seat.

After a bit of sickeningly gratuitous teenage necking on the missus, with a sly grin upon her face, whispered she had a special treat for me and proceeded to deftly infiltrate my jeans and free what lurks within before lowering her head and applying herself with gusto.

"Blimey," thought I "what a treat"

Now I'm not particularly into public displays (Aside from friends at parties... strangely my brain seems to think it's okay to fuck in front of friends) but as there was only a few people on the bus and I was rather pissed (and let's not forget, male) I wasn't going to turn down a blow job.

So as velvety lips and a silky soft tongue applied themselves vigorously to my nether regions I lay my head back, closed my eyes and...

...was gently shook awake by my girlfriend as the bus approached our stop. Apparently mere moments after the fellatio began I fell sound asleep and snored all the way home.

My girlfriend was thankfully amused by the whole affair and kindly tucked me back in rather than leaving Little Rotimer dangling in the breeze for all to see.

What a darling eh?
(Rotimer was micturating windward at, Fri 24 Apr 2009, 21:15, 3 replies)

First class first post...

Welcome to the twisted world of B3ta...

You will fit in well here.

Please allow me to pop your click cherry...

*Clicks*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 24 Apr 2009, 21:40, closed)

I don't know how I missed this the first time...
Have just trawled through the whole (excellent) week's worth of posts and found this little gem.

Regarding the last sentence: you're not joking - there's many a woman that would have felt well within their rights leaving your little fella dangling like an Iraqi dictator at a New Year's Eve party.

Have a *click* for an excellent tale.
( TheMagicDwarf is back like ballroom dancing, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 16:00, closed)

Thank you kindly
You're right she would have been perfectly justified.

In fact I've never quite shaken the lurking suspicion that she may have left the concealment of my womb nudger until just before she woke me up. It would explain why she thought it was so funny.
(Rotimer was micturating windward at, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 18:42, closed)