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Pop Rocks Rock….For Me….

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

Pop Rocks Rock….For Me….

The Duke’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the packet of Pop Rocks.  He didn’t even know I knew they existed – which quite frankly was true until a friend suggested the mission and Miss Lee came into the office waving her extra packets in my face.  Pop Rocks weren’t part of my Brit upbringing.  I obviously missed out. Think of the fun I could have had….

So back to the scene:  I wandered into the bedroom and calmly suggested I blow him with Pop Rocks.  He choked on his saliva in shock.  This kind of thing doesn’t happen very often. He was expecting us to settle down to watch an episode of Mad Men and now this? His wife instigating oral sex completely unprompted?  The zipper on his trousers came down in a flash.

The Duke’s manhood – check.

Pop Rocks in mouth – check.

Combine them together.

Hmmmm…… not quite check mate.

It’s messy.  Watermelon pink and messy.  And gooey.  Trying to keep the oral motion on his manhood whilst Pop Rocks are popping in your mouth is not quite as straightforward as it may seem.  I was worried i was going to lose a Pop Rock in the eye of his manhood and it be lost forever.  Thankfully that didn’t happen because that would be uncomfortable and then my guilt for suggesting this would soon set in.  Just imagine a visit to the doctors office saying “Please doc, please rescue the lost Pop Rock”?  For the Duke, that would be unbearable.

But all was not lost.   In realising that this experiment wasn’t sending him into a state of wild excitement, he grabbed the packet, poured some into his mouth and returned the favour on me.  Now….. that was more like it.  My Duchess bean went to heaven.

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