This story is quite a classic, really. I'm excited to tell this story just for the pure entertainment value of it.
During this Summer of Sin, I became fairly close with my Cardio Striptease/Pilates instructor from my gym. We went out to different bars and clubs quite a bit. She was a really fun person to know, and I honestly wish I kept in touch with her.
Well, on one of these nights we were out, she and I ended up at someone's house in a somewhat wealthy neighborhood of Boston. By the time we got there, we had already had several drinks and were quite flirty with the guys who were there.
She pointed out that the bathtub was big enough to fit at least 2 people, which apparently was a cue for the both of us to fill the tub with soapy water and jump in butt naked.
Truth be told, it was intimidating to be naked next to her. She was a pilates instructor for goodness sake. But, I was clearly in a very carefree mood.
At some point, after several pictures of us in the tub were taken, we told the guys to leave so that we could dress. Somehow, I ended up alone in the bathroom with one of the guys. I'm honestly not sure what happened, but then I caught my reflection in the mirror.
We were making out. Heavy making out. And I was still naked.
I thought, hmm..is this okay? Am I okay with this?
As he proceeded to bring me to the floor and go down on me, I thought, "I'm definitely okay with this."
My friend knocked on the door to ask if I was okay. I managed to let her know that things were alright, and she walked away giggling.
Suddenly, I became extremely aware of the late hour and the fact that I was going on a camping trip the very next day.
I told him that I needed to leave. I got up, proceeded to dress, and he followed me out the door. He grabbed a taxi, which he also paid for.
Back at my studio apartment, the festivities continued.
He had a marvelous tongue from what I remember. But being that I had way too much to drink, it was really hard for me to climax.
Eventually, he ended up naked. I tried to repay the favor. But that's when I realized why he had a marvelous tongue.
He had a baby carrot for a dick.
Perhaps he had had too much to drink at this point as well? Perhaps he wasn't actually erect?
Oh no. He was erect. In a short and stubby way, he was erect.
I tried not to judge, I really did. In general, I really believe that penis size doesn't determine how well they can please you. But this was just not something that floated my boat.
After a good effort on my part, I returned onto my back where he proceeded to eat me out. But at this point, I was already so confused by the baby carrot and quite aware of the sun starting to rise. I told him that I was exhausted and that I needed to sleep.
Eventually, he and I fell asleep, and when we awoke I quickly rushed him out so that I could prepare for my upcoming weekend.
But not only did I have to deal with a baby carrot, I also had to deal with what was perhaps the worst hangover of my life to date.
I was happy to be gone that weekend. As I was returning to civilization, I got a call from my friend. She told me that the Baby Carrot was asking about me all weekend. He wanted my number, and she was calling to see if she could give it to him. After I shared what I had learned about him, she laughed and knew that the answer to that was a resounding no.
But this was no joke, people. The Baby Carrot is out there. Hopefully, he's at least giving good head.
Lesson Learned: Fabulous oral probably means he's making up for something. Also, people might not believe you when you share your encounter with a Baby Carrot. But it's sadly only truth.
During this Summer of Sin, I became fairly close with my Cardio Striptease/Pilates instructor from my gym. We went out to different bars and clubs quite a bit. She was a really fun person to know, and I honestly wish I kept in touch with her.
Well, on one of these nights we were out, she and I ended up at someone's house in a somewhat wealthy neighborhood of Boston. By the time we got there, we had already had several drinks and were quite flirty with the guys who were there.
She pointed out that the bathtub was big enough to fit at least 2 people, which apparently was a cue for the both of us to fill the tub with soapy water and jump in butt naked.
Truth be told, it was intimidating to be naked next to her. She was a pilates instructor for goodness sake. But, I was clearly in a very carefree mood.
At some point, after several pictures of us in the tub were taken, we told the guys to leave so that we could dress. Somehow, I ended up alone in the bathroom with one of the guys. I'm honestly not sure what happened, but then I caught my reflection in the mirror.
We were making out. Heavy making out. And I was still naked.
I thought, hmm..is this okay? Am I okay with this?
As he proceeded to bring me to the floor and go down on me, I thought, "I'm definitely okay with this."
My friend knocked on the door to ask if I was okay. I managed to let her know that things were alright, and she walked away giggling.
Suddenly, I became extremely aware of the late hour and the fact that I was going on a camping trip the very next day.
I told him that I needed to leave. I got up, proceeded to dress, and he followed me out the door. He grabbed a taxi, which he also paid for.
Back at my studio apartment, the festivities continued.
He had a marvelous tongue from what I remember. But being that I had way too much to drink, it was really hard for me to climax.
Eventually, he ended up naked. I tried to repay the favor. But that's when I realized why he had a marvelous tongue.
He had a baby carrot for a dick.
Perhaps he had had too much to drink at this point as well? Perhaps he wasn't actually erect?
Oh no. He was erect. In a short and stubby way, he was erect.
I tried not to judge, I really did. In general, I really believe that penis size doesn't determine how well they can please you. But this was just not something that floated my boat.
After a good effort on my part, I returned onto my back where he proceeded to eat me out. But at this point, I was already so confused by the baby carrot and quite aware of the sun starting to rise. I told him that I was exhausted and that I needed to sleep.
Eventually, he and I fell asleep, and when we awoke I quickly rushed him out so that I could prepare for my upcoming weekend.
But not only did I have to deal with a baby carrot, I also had to deal with what was perhaps the worst hangover of my life to date.
I was happy to be gone that weekend. As I was returning to civilization, I got a call from my friend. She told me that the Baby Carrot was asking about me all weekend. He wanted my number, and she was calling to see if she could give it to him. After I shared what I had learned about him, she laughed and knew that the answer to that was a resounding no.
But this was no joke, people. The Baby Carrot is out there. Hopefully, he's at least giving good head.
Lesson Learned: Fabulous oral probably means he's making up for something. Also, people might not believe you when you share your encounter with a Baby Carrot. But it's sadly only truth.
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