Meet my ex girlfriend Kimberly. For two weeks, Kimberly was pissed off at me that I didn't have a job and that I hadn't been to any interviews even.  I'd been sending out resumes and making calls, etc.  She'd been witholding sex, and pretty much anything sexual or any sort of *sexual contact.  Especially blowjobs, as she had knowingly gotten me a bit GAGAGAddicted to her up until she decided to stop giving them to me...  So, on the morning of the interview.. just ten minutes before I had to leave, she comes in to find me putting on a suit.  She is turned on, and slips out of the little cammi and short she is wearing, and settles to her knees in front of me... my newly pressed trousers come down in her hands.  And I find myself with the stiffest erection I recall ever having in my life.  Which disapears.  Into her mouth.  And reaappears... and gone again... 

You get the idea.

 

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And it should have been no surprise that at the interview, instead of my mind being on the topic, it was stuck in slow-motion-replay mode of five-days of celebacy squirting like a porn-pic across Kimberly's face... again and again and again and again and again and again and AGAIN.

 

I didn't get the job.  And it was awhile before I got head again.