When we last left our heroine, she was promising prurient tales of blowjobs with pineapple-flavored happy endings. No, it hasn’t happened yet. It seems that between sick kids and M coming down with gangrene, uh, a staph infection in his upper thigh, blowjobs became not only an afterthought, but potentially dangerous. Yeah, M is out of commission. In the interim, I’ve been playing around with a new toy (review coming up soon). Sadly, M heard me buzzing away this morning, and we learned that in his current condition, erections are pretty painful. Looks like I owe him two blowjobs for science. As soon as I can do so without fear of blindness, I’ll get right on that.

I did get a dozen roses for Valentine’s Day. Between that and being able to orgasm without horrible pain, hooray me, right?