The birthday drink had gone well in the restaurant and the “only one drink” turned into two, three, four and who knows how many after that? It wa... along that dimly lit road that I stood at the bus stop and watched as you caught your foot on a paving slab and fell against Phil; his face already covered in lipstick from your kisses and his neck covered in your love bites. He grabbed you, but you slipped down in a drunken state and your black sheer top gripped to his strong hands and slipped. I want to try something new, he said. I thought about this and realized it would be the perfect time to introduce him to my favorite sex act, the blow job. Well, I said, how about a blow job? It would feel divine, you could dominate me, make me take as much in as you like, and I would enjoy it too. I dont know, he said. During the porn movies blow jobs just look so discusting and wrong. I always swore that I would never put a woman through that. Honey, Ive told you before, I love blow jobs. I. I thought, "What the heck?"Got up from my bed and went to a mirrorAnd there did I see a sight most queerAnd scary and frightening to the eye. I sawMyself with face pale, and open, dropped jaw,A full head of girl's hair on my head.It was not blond, or grey, or redBut boring old brown, just as of new,It seemed as if my hair only simply grewFrom its former boyishness to its current stateBut I thought it a dream, owing that it was lateAnd climbed into bed. There I did stayAnd sleep till black skies. I move it slowly into you moving it in and out until most of it is deep within you. You love the feel of it slipping in and out. I lift your legs up and further apart. With the firm banana still inside you I lean down and dart my tongue back and forth onto your clit. Your tiny penis is fully erect and you begin to blow juices down the inside of your thigh. I lick them up as I slowly remove the banana with my teeth eating it as it slides out of you. At the same time I moisten my finger in your.