Everybody blames their knees, says the physio, but the knees are rarely to blame. The hips and the ankle are to blame for everything that goes wrong at the knee, they rotate more, so what you’re feeling is referred pain.
I can’t blame my knees. Or my hips. Or my ankle.
I can only blame myself.
Or, to be more specific: I could blame the flushed head of your cock as it butts against my lips. I could blame your hand on my jaw, or in my hair, or between my legs. I could blame the way you smell, the way your pubes tickle my nose as I suck you.
Or, before that, even, I could blame myself for unseeing the ring on your left hand, for not minding when you pretended to your wife that I was a conference, not a woman. I could blame the fact you said my mouth was made for sucking cock.
I could blame you.
But, of all the things, my knees are not to blame.
Fantastic. Simply fantastic. The referred pain line. The line, “for not minding when you pretended to your wife that I was a conference, not a woman.” Twists everything on its head.
This definitely put a smile on my face, even though there are sad elements here too…
Wow, that took a turn. Well done.
Ah ha… Well, you know what? I don’t think this girl likes her situation very much. Great little piece. You are such a smashing blogger…
Ah I love how this twisted and turned! Well done!
So short and yet so perfectly done. Bravo lovely Charlie
So good 🙂
Love love love. LOVE. XX
A great little story! Love it.