The Art of Blowjobs: The Bikini Wax That Got Me There!

So, do you remember me telling you about my little problem with One Ball? I couldn’t make him come in my mouth, that was the problem. It wasn’t anything big or super problematic or anything, but it was a big deal to me.

Well, it’s not so much of a big deal anymore … ?

I’ll start at the beginning.

I had my first ever bikini wax, peeps. That first rip of the strip from my poor vagina hurt more than I ever could describe to you, and then there’s the whole getting your entire va-jay-jay out for some poor stranger business, but let me tell you something … it’s so fucking worth it.

Oh my gosh!

It’s so fucking soft, I just can’t stop touching myself. Or lunging. It feels so good when I lunge around the room in tight leggings or yoga pants, the material stretching and tugging at the new softness. My vagina feels like it’s been given a new lease of life and I’m basically obsessed with it. I’m converted. Fuck shaving when you could just give your vagina to a kind lady for her to torture for fifteen minutes or so and get it back smoother than you’ve ever felt before in your life. It’s been three and a half days since I had it done and I’m still smooth and soft. There’d have been some serious five o’clock shadow happening if I’d shaved. My hair always seems to grow back so much faster when I shave it.

I couldn’t wait to let One Ball in on the secret, but all in good time. He tried to fuck me the moment he walked in through my door so I kept him at arm’s bay, letting his frustration build, being as cute and as sassy as I possibly could. He’d already told me that he hadn’t jerked off for a week or so and I knew that flitting around my room flirtatiously for a while, offering him little kiss titbits here n’ there, would just help my cause.

I let him get close to fucking me. I let him take his trousers off, and his boxers, and I even let him take off my jeans and thong too. I even let him throw me back on the bed, get himself into position, and then insert the very tip of his dick into me … but that’s where I stopped it, once he’d seen and felt the delights of my new soft and smooth pussy. Shuffling back, I released myself from his clutches, threw my clothes back on and ordered him to do the same so we could order dinner. The look on his face was priceless.

We made it through dinner without ripping each other’s clothes off again, though it definitely crossed my mind once, twice, a hundred times. I’m not sure who my teasing was working up more: him or me. I could tell he was ready to explode by the fact his dick bulged ceremoniously in his jeans every time I touched him for more than a few seconds, and if he’d dared to shove his fingers down into my underwear he’d have felt just how soaking wet I was. At one point, I was convinced that I’d left a damp patch behind me on the chair.

When we finally found ourselves on my bed later on that evening, he was virtually panting with desperation. He’d ran his hands through his blonde hair so many times it was starting to stand up and spike in different directions, and there were damp patches darkening the armpits of his t-shirt. I’d never seen him quite so worked up before … he was an actual mess – and it made me feel SUPER powerful. Turning him into a sweaty heap of a man by completely ignoring sex proved to be so much hotter than my original plan. In fact, virtually none of my original plan had come to fruition, but it didn’t seem to matter. We just went with the flow.

I’d like to say that the blowjob was quick; that I’d managed to get him to cum in my mouth super quickly, but that didn’t happen. It still took enough time to make my jaw ache, but I kept going, slurping my tongue around his dick, taking him deep into the back of my throat occasionally and making those little gag noises I know he likes to hear, and rubbing my lips around the head. I took great delight in working him up and then slowing things down again, over and over again. Faster, faster, faster … and then slower. Repeat.

“I’m gonna come, keep going,” he eventually proclaimed, and it was like music to my ears.

I was finally getting what I wanted. And plenty of it, it seemed. As he came loudly and proudly, hands reaching around to grapple and grasp with the bed linen, shot after shot of hot cum hit the back of my throat, some of it spilling out around my mouth and chin as he arched his back and thrust himself into my mouth even deeper. From the corner of my eyes, I could see his toes curled up tight and I couldn’t but think what a beautiful sight it was … he was. I almost wished we had filmed it so I could look back over it with a smile on my face and remember that time I FINALLY finished him off with my mouth.

I’m so proud of myself right now.

And as for the bikini wax, I can definitely 10/10 recommend! ?

Thanks so much for reading my blog today! 🖤

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