CAN I GET a MAN WITH THAT?

FOURTH OF JULY HIGH

Their fireworks fizzled when her boyfriend dropped a serious bomb

Ronnie was my boyfriend when we were six, and years later we found ourselves back together. This time, there was no option to circle yes, no, or maybe. Our relationship was great and I thought my happily ever after was well on it’s way when he asked me to spend Fourth of July weekend with him and his family. After years of dating the wrong guys, the right one was there all along!

The weekend was amazing. Afterward, Ronnie kissed me goodbye and said he’d call me later. I was on cloud nine, and in my oblivion I didn’t realize that 3 days had passed and he still hadn’t called.

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THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING

Today’s contributor learns that it’s not always the thought that counts

One Fourth of July, I met a cute guy at the bar. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fireworks, but I felt like this guy could be a keeper. We hung out for the entire night and made plans to see each other later that week. He seemed really cool, and I was definitely thinking that he had some kind of potential—at the very least as a friend or casual hookup.

A week later, we made plans to get together and go out. While I was waiting for him, he texted me and told me that he got me something and he hoped that I liked it. I was a little taken aback, but curious and excited. I had no idea what it could possibly be, since I had only known him for a week. He arrived at my apartment, bag in hand, and my anticipation mounted. Then, he showed me my special gift.

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IN TOO DEEP

A romantic weekend is ruined for today’s contributor when a sex act goes awry

My boyfriend and I recently started having sex, but we don’t see each other often. We live in two different states, he’s always working, and I’m always at school. We decided to spend Fourth of July weekend together at a hotel, even though I had my period. He joked that I would just have to give him blowjobs.  

Before we left, he wined and dined me with homemade tacos and red wine. At the hotel room, things started getting hot. I kissed my way down his chest and start going down on him. As it got more intense, he wanted to see how much of him I could fit into my mouth. I deep-throated for a while and then started gagging. He pushed for me to go deeper but I told him I was going to throw up. He promised me I wouldn’t, and I took his word for it. I kept going lower, trying to fit as much in my mouth as possible. Suddenly, my eyes began to tear and I starting gagging.

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