The Hand Job

by Rip Peterson

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“So I like getting this out in the open right away,” she confessed. “I hate when I have to hide this for the first few months of a relationship and then find out the guy isn’t into it.”

“I can understand that,” I responded, wondering what her kink was.

“Like, I’d take it up the butt for you,” she told me. “So I’d want to know that you would do what I want.”

I didn’t actually want her to take it up the butt. I’ve never actually done that.

“Okay…”

She smiled and picked up the sub.

“My turn-on,” she began, while moving one end of the sub close to my mouth, “is Lady and Tramping food and then fucking on top of the mess we’ve made.”

“Oh,” I said as she tried shoving the sub into my mouth.

“It’s fun. It’s natural.”

“I guess,” was all I could say in between her thrusting the sub into my mouth.

“That’s all humans actually do,” she told me. “Eat and fuck.”

“Eat,” I repeated as the sub hit my lips again.

“Fuck,” I repeated after she pulled it away.

“Exactly,” she smiled. “You get it.”

She stared into my eyes for what seemed like forever.

“Once you try it, you’ll never want it another way,” she said.

“Hmmm,” I responded after another thrust of the sub into my face. “What other foods do you do?”

“Oh god, you are great,” she said. “You ask just the right questions. First it’s really any food that is long enough that we start at least eight inches apart.”