I forgot to mention something important in yesterday’s post about how great I was feeling the weekend after my surgery: The Sunday Blowjob.
Whitman and I have developed a quasi-tradition in our relationship of a good Sunday (usually Sunday morning) blowjob. I love to wake up to the feel of his cock growing hard against my ass, then slide down and take him in my mouth. The way he fills my mouth and then my throat as his erection grows ever thicker makes me even hornier for him.
The Sunday Blowjob almost always ends up being a total face-fuck, which I love. Whitman will let me play and stroke and suck and lick and tease his cock…until he doesn’t. His hands will make their way to my head, and he holds on tight as he begins to pump faster and harder as I take his cock into my throat and feel the telltale throbbing of impending ejaculation. I smile inside as I feel it coming and swallow it all.
Last Saturday night (2 days after my labiaplasty), as we were getting ready for bed, I told Whitman that I thought I was feeling so good that he should have his Sunday Morning Blowjob the next morning.
I was, and he did. I knelt between his legs and he fucked my face. It didn’t matter that I’m sexually on hiatus for a couple of weeks. Sunday mornings are No Pussy Necessary.