The Good Looking One

Out of many, Mr. Tall was my favourite boyfriend. Reasons, he was the best looking, the fairest, the tallest and the most popular. Being with him really made me feel so worthy. The feeling is almost like walking in public wearing Blahnik with Marc Jacobs in my hand.

Every eyes will be on me and it felt good when people complimented “Oh My God, your boyfriend is so handsome!”. It did felt good, like I won some achievement award in the office and smile sheepishly as my boss present it to me.

I only felt that feeling once, because the rest that lies on the exes list were either short, stupid, loser or just average. Which was a good match for me, if we are looking on the surface. So that guy is something that I should never deserve at the first place, something that I will never have.

That relationship marked the happiest moment above all too. Since he was popular, our activities were always enjoyable, surrounded by cool people. I must have enjoyed the attention given to me back then. The only thing that I bothered me was, he asked for a blow job on our first day together. That is so typical and rubbish but I gave in somehow. Maybe because I wanted to please him. Let’s not go to the sex part. It made me wince when I think about it.

That is the thing; I really wanted to please him. Looking back, I had across the own border that I created to do nonsensical things for him. Example drove in the middle of the night, alone to see him when his house was like in some land I never went before. And I even agreed to go dutch rather than being treated like the royal highness.

If my mind were not so full of love shape, I would have seen that he was not a perfect guy for me. But the physical appearance was too blinding. Who does not want good looking partner on the first hand? I know I do.

The thing is with good looking people, they think their existence really matter. They expect people to follow their words and they can trash you whenever they want.

That what happened to me.

He did it without any falter, without any guilt, without any blink.

I am supposed to abhor him because I did not deserved getting dumped just like that but I guess I am a sucker for good looks, at the end I forgave him. Putting everything behind us.

But after this, no more good looking fella. Not that they will want to hook up with me anyway.

That one was just merely luck.

The Blowjob

I have a secret to tell you. I have been dying to tell a soul about this secret and tonight I will.

Two years ago I dated a guy I met on the Internet, a quite distinctive blogger. Please don’t guess who but I can give you a hint, he doesn’t blog too often nowadays :P . Anyway, we met by accident because I needed some medical counsel and he happened to work in medical line.

Judging from his blog, I can tell that he is an intellectual guy with a broad perspective. From his photos he looked mannish and masculine. After few session or emails followed by series of phone calls, we decided to meet. He drove all the way from the north to meet me. They always said, what you cannot see always deceived you and I totally concur. He was intellect all right but I found him rather..a bit at the soft side. Still, we went out and had fun.

Until it come to the S part. Yes, you guess it right, sex.

He told me he is a virgin and that’s fine by me. I did not want to pop his cherry or anything and never had such thinking in my mind. For the record, we did talk about sex couple of times on the phone but that just it.

And then he told me, he wanted to do it. I was like, no. That would not be right. You can’t just do it like that but he said he had enough of waiting and it’s about time.

In case you are anticipating for some steamy elements, you might be thwarted. I am just going to slash it short and leave the steamy part behind. All I can say was, the size of his dick really shocked me. It looked nothing less like a pencil and I am not bullshitting! It‘s ok actually and I don’t like to go mocking people’s private part just that don’t go telling how long your dick is with some heroic elements added when you know the truth.

That was not the worst part.

He asked for a blowjob. So I gave it to him. But in the middle of the BJ, I felt something warm gushing into my mouth, no it was not his cum. It was his….his.. URINE!

That too was not the worst part.

The worst part was..

I SWALLOWED IT.