All About the Digits

Hello. My name is Ken. And I'm a slave to the "finger smoothie."

On paper, it's got to be one of the most cloying "moves" ever devised. Guy traces girl's lip with his finger. Girl takes said finger into her mouth. Girl fellates said finger. But in practice -- especially when Girl stares into Guy's eyes while performing this task, ensuring the sort of knee-buckling usually reserved for fellas who work on whaling vessels -- it's a good, good thing. And let's just say a coupla times I've come thisclose to being fitted for a finger cast. In a good way.

Is it just that the allure of a woman sucking on anything [my finger, a popsicle, Harmon Karden stereo receivers] is as irresistable to me as the siren's clarion call? Is it the knowledge that what I'm experiencing is a prelude to an actual, bona fide hummer? Is it just that I'm a full-fledged, card-carrying pervert?

Probably that last point. But to those women who employ the finger smoothie as part of a strategic promtional campaign for their blowjob skills, I stand and salute you.