Heart Full Of Black

There are so many things I love about Dark Odyssey events. The freedom. The friends. And little moments like this one.

I was walking across the lobby area of the even, between the dungeon, and Sex-O-Rama. I think it was Saturday night. I passed by my friend Nick and said hello to him and Betty, his girlfriend. As I’m walking by towards them, Nick yells across the room “HEY WENDY! Can I have a blow job?”

“Sure!” I tossed my bags on the floor and got on my knees in the lobby, and proceeded to start blowing my buddy.

And I gotta say, I absolutely love that I have friend who I can blow while they girlfriends watch and are pleased about it. I love my friends.

Anyway, Nick decided he wanted a finger in his ass too, so I stopped to pull out my gloves and lube. At Winter Fire, I carried them with me at all times – who wants to go running for a glove or lube packet in the heat of the moment? While I was getting things together, the conversation somehow turned to come in the mouth. (Along with his girlfriend, one of their friends was there watching.)

I am rather notorious for *despising* the taste of come, though I often keep trying. With some of my closer male friends, after a blow job, I’d try a bit that landed on my hand, and it would always end with a face and me saying “Yup, still don’t like come. Sorry.”

For a long time, I thought there was something wrong with that, that I didn’t like it, which is stupid. But I was sometimes made to feel bad about it – if I had a nickle for every time I heard “Well, all my other girlfriends/lovers swallow/let me come in their mouth…” I’d have at least a dollar fifty. You know what? I DON’T CARE what your other partners did. This is what *I’m* going to do. If you don’t like it, I can always not blow you.

Anyway, distractions of righteous anger aside, some how the topic of come came up, and I said to Nick “You know, I never let anyone come in my mouth, but if I ever did let someone do it again, it would totally be you.”

That was it. Nothing crazy. Back to the (blow) job at hand, with an added finger in the ass. Yum! Having any digit in an ass always makes me happy.

However, Nick interpreted my comment as “Hey, its ok to come in my mouth!”. It wasn’t, but considering the context of the conversation, and his blow job addled brain, it was ok. Plus, I adore Nick, so its all good.

And he had the good grace to not get upset as I gagged, spit everything out onto my gloved hand, and demanded water. Until they make chocolate flavoured sperm, I highly doubt I’m going to like it. (And whoever discovers how to make sperm taste like chocolate is going to make a bloody MINT!)

However, it ain’t gonna happen, I still don’t like come, but I do love that I can blow my friends in the middle of a conference hall in a hotel!

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