Artistic Encouragement Quinspo

I was never a big blowjob guy.

To be fair, I once had a girl in college shove my cock down the recesses of her throat repeatedly and use one of her free hands to massage my balls with her spit. Honestly, I don't think I will ever forget how incredible that felt.

But when it comes to oral, I'd rather give than receive. I try to keep the holiday spirit all year round.
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The story is based off the time I was dating Kait.

Cate was lovely. Kate was kind. Kait was not the best communicator. If she was, we'd be married right now. I loved Katie dearly and she loved me back and we were wonderful for each other. Marvelous, really. And that's a bit of the tragedy... we both helped fix each other so much that once we were mended enough, we found we no longer fit together.

She was also the one who turned heads. Every head. Men, women, teenagers [oh those poor teens] speaking volumes with their facial expressions [and sometimes spoken expressions] and while I never showed her off, any effort on my part was not required. I was doing a lot of theater and she went to a lot of openings and Kate wore a lot of dresses and I got used to all the ways people say "congratulations"

Was there a part of me that hated it? Absolutely. I loved her for who she was - not her stunning, incredible perky tits, round ass, insatiable sex drive and intimate stare. I mean, that all helped. It was an insane bonus. But she was more than that.

On the other hand I saw her one night wearing a Snuggie in reverse and dropped my glass on the floor so I get it.

It's a stupid thing and it's a very, very low bar of human decency - but I never laid a finger on her after we broke up and I was always proud of that. I know, I know - what a hero. Big deal. Way to be baseline decent. But I think it's why we still like each other and can remember out relationship fondly.

Flynn had a Caitlyn. Actually, I was seeing Katie while Flynn was seeing Cait and then Kait came in the picture while Flynn swapped Cait for [a different] Katie. You know how I say I lie to you sometimes? Sometimes it's wild which bits are lies and which are true.

The story I was supposed to tell when I got the bamboo robe was the story of the "Kate Robes". As the lore has previously stated, I was a serial monogamist and Flynn had a revolving door. Whoever didn't get laid that night took the liberty of making breakfast and coffee for 3 the next morning. And then we had to buy the robes. Why make all these various Kates get fully dressed while we lounged? How unbecoming! So we bought two robes [one for each room] and made sure they were washed between guests. To be fair, there was one gal who was not named Kait/Cate/KT/Kayte or any of the above - but they did get a lot of wear [mostly from Flynn's encounters].