Sucking blindfolded
I want to tell about long term sex with a guy I’ve never seen. We’ve settled into a routine. I wait in my car tell he emails me to enter. I climb his stairs, at the top of which he leaves a hood with a mouth opening and thick pads through which I can’t see a thing. I walk into a darkened bathroom there at the top of the stairs—where he’s kindly left a plush cushion—put on the hood and get on my knees. He enters by another door. He sticks his cock in his mouth, which I suck at his direction. Then he’ll have me eat his ass or lick his balls. He does not allow me to use my hands except to spread his ass cheeks. I’ve learned to spend time on the hard helmet head but to swallow deep when he’s ready to cum. I’ve been visiting him for more than a decade, about every other week. I must have swallowed gallons of his DNA. And I don’t know a thing about him. Now, every time I walk past a hot stranger, I wonder if he’s the guy I’ve been blowing