I have had a back-of-the-brain fantasy or desire for quite some time. I think it has been fueled mainly by the occasional photo crossing my desktop. The setting is this: a man, typically in a business suit, seated in a comfortable chair; a woman, nude or clad in some enticing bits of lingerie — certainly with heels, we couldn’t possibly do without that vital erotic touch — kneeling between his legs; his cock in her mouth; a snifter of Cognac in his hand.
Sometimes it’s a glass of wine. But usually brandy. Low lighting. Kind of an end-of-the-day feel to it. A brandy and a blow job. It always seemed to me like a combination that would suit me very well.
And then, to shift gears completely: I have long wanted to enjoy some oral attention while watching a baseball game. The major league average game was 2 hours 46 minutes last time I looked it up, which I admit is a trifle long for fellatio, but a few innings worth at least has always seemed like an attractive proposition. Enjoyment for the mind, enjoyment for the body.
I am happy — make that delighted — to report that there is nothing incompatible in these desires.
Brandy, baseball, blow job.
It just works. Marvelous.
Play!
— Frenulum
Our Trifecta for years has been Beer, Baseball, Blow Job. Arguably more in line with the baseball theme :-)
ReplyDeleteYour writings and musings are thought provoking and most enjoyable. Thanks very much!
Thanks for the kind words, Anonymous. You combination has the added spark that it could be enjoyed, at least in theory, at the ball park itself. Do let us know if you are picked up by the "Kiss Cam" :o)
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