Mini & I went on a 4-day camping/rafting trip last week. Four days is the longest he and I have ever spent alone together. It’s also the longest he’s ever been away from his mother and the longest I’ve been away from ♀.  The trip was a huge success and an adventure I don’t think either of us will ever forget. The only really big negative was my lack of sleep. I don’t know how people who travel between time zones do it. I’ve worked night shifts for close to thirty years and I just don’t sleep at night. To make things even more of a challenge, our air mattress deflated two of the nights.

We were suppose to be back to the base camp at 4 pm Thursday, but it was after 5 before we were ready to drive home. Sometime during the week I heard one of the guides talking about the iffy cell phone reception and neither of us turned our phones on before we left the camp.  We were about 90 minutes into the 2 hour drive when we decided we were hungry and stopped for dinner. It was getting close to 8 pm when we left the restaurant and I called ♀ while Mini sent a text to his mother.

I don’t know if it was because I was sleep deprived or was still wound up from the trip, but I completely forgot telling ♀ that I would call her before we left the base camp and we’d decide then what we should do about dinner. All that stuck in my head was she was starting a new diet while I was gone and dinner with Mini and I would be a big tease.  I was thoughtless and inconsiderate and I swear it was unintentional.

♀ was, understandably, angry and hurt and she stomped off to the pub to eat dinner by herself. She’d only been eating veggies for 4 days so the two glasses of wine she had with her BLT went straight to her head. She came home and had a few more quick glasses of wine and went to bed angry and drunk. I slept on the couch. It wasn’t how I pictured my first night back.

She went to work Friday morning, but felt so crappy she came home early and went back to bed. We got up together later that afternoon and tried to have a proper reunion. We started out kissing and touching and rediscovering each other. Then she went down on me. She didn’t tell me (as Jennifer had suggested) that she was going to give me the best blow-job of my life. Probably because at that point it was still just fore-play.

Not having sex for 5 days made me extra horny and reacting quickly to what ♀ was doing with her mouth and hands seemed to boost her confidence and she started using more of the techniques she’d learned in Jennifer’s class and that made me even more excited. It really was like the perfect storm for a blow-job. I did manage to tell her that if she kept doing what she was doing she’d be able to make me come.

She told me later that in that split second she knew she was still to hung-over to take a mouthful of cum so she decided she’d let me come on her breasts. She took my cock out of her mouth and right at that exact moment the first volley of cum

went

straight

up

her

nose.

Seriously, I couldn’t have had a more direct hit if she’d placed her nostril directly over my penis. To give you some idea of the force of that first shot, the second spurt of ejaculate landed on the pillow behind my left shoulder.

Apparently, having cum blasted into your nostrils isn’t nearly as much fun as say getting a really great blow-job.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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5 Comments »

1. 

   Heeheehee! I’ve taken a blast to the eye before, but up the nose, that’s a new one to me.

   Glad you and Mini had such a good time on your camping trip together.

   Hugs,
   C.

   Comment by C. — August 9, 2010 @ 9:42 pm

2. 

   I laughed so hard at that, my roommate knocked on my bedroom door to find out what was so funny!

   Comment by Rori — August 9, 2010 @ 11:42 pm

3. 

   Yeah, I have to admit that I laughed as well. ♀ didn’t think it was quite as funny.

   Comment by admin — August 10, 2010 @ 1:08 pm

4. 

   I almost sent Iced Tea OUT my nostrils laughing while reading that!

   Comment by Marjorie — August 10, 2010 @ 9:57 pm

5. 

   Now that’s gotta sting, maybe you’ll start a whole new fetish!

   Comment by Sex toy boy — August 11, 2010 @ 11:42 pm

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