roboshark

This happened to me, so I decided to post it here for your enjoyment and entertainment.

I used to date a girl a while back. She wasn't into blowjobs, so she didn't give me any. I wasn't pushing it, because I liked what we had at the time. Then one day, she suddenly discovers she wants to give me head. Naturally (what a guy thing to say) I was very happy about it, and she took to it with great determination. What happens next, she decides she loves giving head. She's blowing me every time we're together. She's unstoppable. She blows me in the movie theater. In her father's study while he's downstairs watching T.V. In the back of the bus. In the park, behind some bushes, while I watch children playing soccer and old couples strolling by. At night, in bed, she'd start blowing before I even knew what was going on. I was ecstatic: for I while there, I really thought Belinda Carlisle was right when she sang Heaven is a Place on Earth.

A few weeks pass, in bliss, I might add. I'm loving our every encounter, can't wait to see her again. Life is truly beautiful. Until, one day, it dawns on me that the blowjobs are starting to lose their edge. It's still nice to get blown, but it's becoming habitual, mundane. I never thought this possible. I'd always dreamed of getting blown as much as possible, and was in fact living out my dream right there and then! And yet, every time she'd go for it, I'd be thinking, not again. I'd let her do it, because I thought I had discovered a true paradise here, but each time I found myself wanting it over and done with as soon as possible. Not quite the dream I had imagined at the start. I'd be there, hoping for some good old fashiong banging, and she'd start sucking, while I found myself unable to interrupt her, afraid of breaking the magic spell. I guess I figured it would pass.

Only it didn't.

It got worse. So bad in fact that one day, I felt compelled to tell her about this. It probably won't surprise anyone if I told you that she never blew me after this. Two weeks later, I craved for a blowjob, but was afraid to ask for one. It was over. You see, I had been handed my own private paradise, which I had subsequently discarded without a thought. Oh the vanity.... oh the waste.

Just a variation on the old adage about being careful what you wish for....