Head

Last night I caught Before the Devil Knows You're Dead with Marla, followed by a late-night dinner in Old Town, followed by an exhausting session back in her apartment which left me drenched in sweat and needing three large glasses of water to restore my pre-coital state of hydration. At about 3:30 this morning, I felt Marla's hand on my penis---the tell-tale sign that she was ready to go again. At 3:45, fighting leg cramps, I collapsed in another pool of sweat.

At 11:30, eight hours away, Ginger was arriving in Chicago so I didn't want to get too exhausted. Ginger had already emailed me that she was having her period so intercourse was out of the question, but she indicated that she'd give me head. OK. I won't complain about head.

I should mention that my emails can be monitored at any time by my bosses. And I am blocked from accessing non-work email accounts. Just another example of the many ways The Man fucks with you on a daily basis. Well, my bosses are the kind of guys to be amused by that sort of thing. And seriously---I have to endure Fox News all day but I shouldn't be sending or receiving sexually explicit emails at work? One's much much more obscene than the other.

OK. Ginger arrived and back to my apartment we sprinted. I put on Mister Magic by Grover Washington---very possibly the best makeout song ever recorded---and off came the clothes. Ginger had indicated that she preferred cherry to grape, so I had the cherry gel at the ready and after bumping and grinding and licking her mouth went south.

Wow. Ladies, if there is a secret to giving good head, it's this: act as if you are enjoying the experience. Christy would do it, but was always upfront that it wasn't her favorite thing. I never asked her to do it of course but she knew that it's something all men love so her mouth would close around me for about 10 seconds of silence and then she would look up expectantly like a puppy dog seeking praise. Ginger told me to let her know what I liked but it really wasn't necessary.....she appeared to be having as much fun as I was.

And, which is also pleasant, she swallowed.

Ask any guy----we like to be swallowed. To spit is physically to reject us. Swallowing is acceptance: like us, like our sperm. It's not a deal-breaker if the chick doesn't swallow, but I always remember the swallowers very fondly. Deep throating is cool, but not necessary---you can get as much mileage wrapping your hands around the base. In my experience, the most proficient deep throat artists have been bulimic girls and I never knew why until a friend pointed out to me that they had probably lost their gag reflex.

Over the course of four hours, she finished me off a total of three times. I felt bad that there wasn't anything I could do for her and told her that sex during that time of the month didn't bother me. She replied that she doesn't even do that with her husband, but added that she felt very comfortable with me so perhaps at some point in the future....

Her afternoon bag contained a CD of music she wanted to dance to---it was pretty sentimental stuff, but I couldn't deny her a dance so we slow danced for awhile like we were at a wedding. Or maybe a junior-high dance. We ordered a pizza and I picked out a bottle of wine. White Zinfandel.

Yes. Ordinarily, it would make me gag. But I figured that Ginger would love it (she did) and I will go out of my way to please a woman who can go down on me three times in pretty rapid succession. If she can swallow me, I can swallow white zin.

After dinner I dropped her off at the train station and returned home to finish the bottle.

In other news, I have been flirting online recently with Zsa Zsa and Casperina. Had a couple cyber sessions with Casperina and if we can work out the logistics we should get together within a month. Zsa Zsa is actually Italian, as in native Italian. Bonus points for foreign birth. I was a little disturbed that she used text message spelling in our IM conversation but will now be willing to cut her some slack. I will probably go out with Zibi and a couple of his friends tonight. I am taking the aspirin in advance.