27 October 2012
Posted by Ken
So I'm out last night after work and I run into the Kenette v2002. She, recognizing me for the hobo that I am, offered up some of her pizza and beer. And within a half hour we were on the Last Train to Sloshedville and reminiscing about "back in the day."
That's all well and good. It's nice to sit down with your former paramours and have a civil conversation that doesn't involve knifeplay. But at one point, I noticed she had a fine string of cheese hanging from her mouth down her chin. Ever the gentleman, I moved to whisk it away, and as my hand approached, she took one of my fingers into her mouth, instantly applying a four second "finger smoothie." She then giggled and got back to munching her pizza. I sat with a flustered look on my face and my cock slowly snaking its way up my trousers.
Ladies, what I need to tell you is that the "finger smoothie" must only be used on those occasions in which you actually plan to give the actual owner of said finger an actual blowjob. When done purely for the amusement of it, as was the case with Kenette v2002, it's just a tease. A damn good one, might I add. But still a tease. A painful, man-I've-got-to-get-home-and-wank-myself-into-oblivion kinda tease.
The "finger smoothie," at least in my book, is and should always tantamount to the real McCoy. Am I right?
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