Ultimate Buzzkill
You know how sometimes, in the heat of passion, your partner can say and/or do something that completely kills the mood?
A number of years ago, a former Kenette and I were rolling around on the floor, about to violate the Geneva Conventions on so many levels, when she casually slips in this line:
"What if I had a cock?"
My first thought was... "fuckgodalmighty, does she???" But then, I just kinda looked at her curiously and asked, "huh?"
"What if I had a cock? What would you do to it?"
Having never imagined a world in which I'd ever have anything to do with a cock that wasn't my own, I just sorta let her words hang in the air, then turned around and rolled over, hard-on collapsed, mood effectively squashed.
So, yeah, that's the ultimate buzzkill to this point in my life.
A number of years ago, a former Kenette and I were rolling around on the floor, about to violate the Geneva Conventions on so many levels, when she casually slips in this line:
"What if I had a cock?"
My first thought was... "fuckgodalmighty, does she???" But then, I just kinda looked at her curiously and asked, "huh?"
"What if I had a cock? What would you do to it?"
Having never imagined a world in which I'd ever have anything to do with a cock that wasn't my own, I just sorta let her words hang in the air, then turned around and rolled over, hard-on collapsed, mood effectively squashed.
So, yeah, that's the ultimate buzzkill to this point in my life.
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