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I Can’t Think of Anything Pithy to Title This So I Shall Just Keep Typing Because I Like That My Inner Head Voice Sounds Somewhat Like an Uppity British Dandy With Snappy Taste in Suits

I don’t think I can make it through a day without oral sex being discussed on some level.

Exhibit A: Discussing with a friend the lack of teeth on otherwise hot Canadian hockey players being an advantage when one takes into account the likelihood of a seizure, a mental breakdown, or sudden zombification on the part of said Canadian hockey player as he fellates you. 

Exhibit B: I was once more reminded a few moments ago of my fantasy involving my receiving head from that gentleman who worked at Pei Wei. Preferably whilst eating something he’s delivered. Mongolian Beef with a Pork Egg Roll? Ah-ha-ha! Get it?

Exhibit C: Blowjob. Blowjob. Blowjob. Fellatio. Fellatio. Fellatio. Oral sex. Oral sex. Oral sex. Head. Head. Head. 

Plus, you know, it’s the best way to prevent myself from becoming pregnant. I had a pregnancy scare not too long ago and I don’t want to be put through something like that again. Thank you very much Haus Murphy’s!

  1. spbell said: I love that title.
  2. ehmihlee said: I got you pregnant once.
  3. bendoverbarbie said: This made my night, thank you :D
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