So I was enjoying a post-concert Frenet at my favorite slate bar a night ago. A recent acquaintance, who lives-in with a friend on staff, swung by to offer her a ride home. Since it was a symphony night, naturally the conversation turned to musical instruments.
"Do you know what a 'rusty trombone' is?" Eric asked.
"Of course!" I explained, "I used to play the trombone in school."
The topic of sports was hopeless, so we quickly moved to fashion.
He asked me if I had heard of a "Cincinnati Bowtie" and I answered, honestly, that I had not. Well, it's a move that puts the supine partner face up, with the testicles of the dominant player resting on the supinates larynx, hence the reference to neckwear. In Eric's version, the decorative neckwear is simply a secondary note behind the chief purpose of this position, which allows for intra-boobular frottage.
"And where is the sitter's be-hindage?" I asked, horrified by the answer that I already knew.
"That ties it! Susan, YOU have to do all of the cooking in the house! NO BROCCOLI FOR YOU, ERIC!"
Little did I suspect that within a few short hours I would be wearing just such a bowtie. Shudders (of delight)!
One thing I absolutely learned tonight, when two guys go at it you really can end up with man juice EVERYWHERE. Jeez'n'cheese.
I've also become more ponderously intrigued by experiencing orgasm as a full-on banquet, and not just the dessert. Yum! I'm stuffed!
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