Sucking and Searing

Last year, I kept my annual Steak and Blowjob Day tradition of treating my former neighbour Bob to, you know, a steak and a blowjob, fresh by taking him out to a restaurant for the steak part before taking him to the restaurant's restroom for the blowjob part.

To mix things up this year, I decided to head round to his apartment to cook and such at his place, rather than obliging him to come round to mine in order to receive his treat. It's got nothing to do with the fact that he has a much nicer kitchen to cook in than I do... honest!

I also decided to bring a bit of light-heartedness to the get together, and that is a key part of what Steak and Blowjob Day stands for after all (if you don't believe me, check out my posts from previous years where I dive into the origins of the celebration and what it's important principles are), by turning up to Bob's apartment wearing my favourite lewd attire; my dick dress!

The rest of the evening went pretty much as you would probably expect... there was some steak and some cock sucking... so pretty standard really. Although, this time Bob did give me a little helping hand in the kitchen instead of letting me wait on him hand and foot. Mostly because he was too impatient to wait until after he had eaten to receive his blowjob. Instead I got down on my knees to suck him off while his meat was getting a nice sear to it, with him tending to that piece of meat, while I tended to the meat in his pants. 

And, with his balls then emptied down my throat, he was able to enjoy the fruits of our combined efforts by tucking into a delicious bit of cocked meat, while I desperately tried to prepare an alternative after dinner treat to replace the blowjob that he'd been too impatient to hold on for.

Some of my favourite things

They say that diamonds are a girl's best friend but I would dispute that. 

Well, I would not want to speak for others when I says this but, in my case at least, it is cake that is my best friend. It doesn't matter what form the cake comes in, as long as there is no fruit in, I will gladly stuff it in my mouth. I suppose I am a good example of why some people nickname the mouth as the 'cake hole'.

So what is better than a day that is dedicated to eating cake? Let me tell you; It is one where I get to eat cake while someone else gets to eat my pussy! That is a double dose of all of the right kinds of pleasure.

Luckily for me, I have a willing person that is happy to not only provide me with more cake than I could possibly stomach, but who is also a pro at going down. Also, Bob owes me big time for all of the Steak and Blowjob Day treats that I have bestowed up on him.

And this year he really did go all out with the platter of sweet treats that he had laid on for me when I arrived at his apartment. A stack of pancakes, a plate of doughnuts, a few sponge cakes to pick from and a jar of cupcakes were waiting for me.

I was so eager to dive in and get scoffing that I quickly grabbed a seat and selected my first cake; a strawberry doughnut. As I clambered across Bob's couch, I was sure to give him a cheeky flash up my dress to ensure that he knew that I wasn't wearing any panties. I mean, no point hindering him in performing his second responsibility of the day...

Ok, so I said it was a sneaky flash but I'm really overselling the subtly of it. It really wasn't subtle at all. He got the message loud and clear that I wanted his face between my legs a.s.a.p.. 

Cuddling up beside my, he laid me on my stomach as I nibbled my first treat. Feigning as though he was going to give me a sensual shoulder rub, he actually had me convinced that he was going to kick things off slowly. It was all just a ruse though, so that he could us a little but of sleight of hand to unfasten and remove my belt whilst my focus was distracted.

With that gone, he yanked my hips up in the air, causing my dress to ride up and reveal my bare ass and pussy to him. Before I knew it, his tongue was lapping at my lips, whilst also occasionally straying up and around my tight little rosebud. 

It made finishing my first doughnut a little trickier than normal, what with my face being buried in one of his couch cushions, but I managed to finish off the last few mouthfuls as he got into his pussy licking groove.

With that first doughnut devoured, I stretched out an arm to grab for me next treat. With them all be tantalisingly just out of reach, I had to prop myself up to grab one. 

All the slices of cake looked like they might be a bit tricky to nibble on whilst getting lewd, and the pancakes were definitely out of the question, so I selected another doughnut. I thought it was just going to be a plain sugar doughnut. However, I quickly discovered that it had a hidden chocolate surprise waiting inside for me. No complaints from me about that!

Before moving on to that treat though, I took a quick moment to take my dress by the hem and pull it up and over my head so that it could be discarded. Bob's access to down below was fine already but this just made life a little bit easier, especially for me if I wanted to watch him do his work down there.

With my second doughnut in hand and my dress shed, I was content to just lay back and let him get on with it as he twirled and swirled his tongue across my throbbing clit. I can assure you he was doing sterling work.. 

For the most part, his face remained buried between my legs. I cannot say with any certainty that that was entirely his choice though. The vice like grip of my thighs on either side of his head may have prevented him from taking a break, even if he wanted to.

However, he did eventually come up for air and the sight that greeted him must have horrified him. Although I had managed to finish my second doughnut by this point, its fair to say that not all of it had made it into my mouth. In fact, there was a small debris field of crumbs and sugar beginning to form on his couch.

Presumably being mindful of the tidy up that would be needed afterwards if things carried on like this, he moved me across to the end of the table, which would be much easier to give a wipe down to later. 

Secondary benefits of this move were that, as he carried me from one location to the next, it freed me up to unhook my bra and get my titties so that he could give my nipples an occasional rub and pinch as his hands wandered across my bare skin. Also, he could now position himself in a much more comfortable pose where he wasn't awkwardly hunched over the edge of the couch. 

Maybe it wasn't actually that comfortable for him though, as we didn't stay there for too long. He again picked me up to move me to a new spot. As he did, I was just about able to grab another pair of doughnuts to take with me to wherever we were about to end up. Always got to remember your priorities!

And where we ended up was up against a thankfully empty bookcase. I dread to think what would have become of any books that would have been on it if there had been any. No doubt half of them would have been sent flying to the floor as the bookcase aggressively rocked backwards and forwards as it took all of my weight on it as I wriggled and squirmed while Bob continued to expertly eat me out 

It also gave me a handy spot to deposit one of the doughnuts that I'd brought with me whilst I began tucking into the other. For the record, doughnut number 3 had some sort of vanilla icing on it. Pretty yummy although definitely not as good as what was going on down below.

I made quick work of that doughnut. Which was fortunate since, just as I picked up doughnut number 4, a good old fashioned chocolate doughnut, Bob dropped me back to my feet and pressed me up against the window. Although I had been leaning against the book case, I suppose most of my weight had actually been on his shoulders, so he no doubt needed a rest from that.

I don't know what the occupants of the neighbouring apartment block are like, but if any of them are a little bit nosy, or just like to take the occasional glance out of their window, they would have surely been greeted by the sight of my bare ass bouncing against the glass.

Hopefully the windows are double-glazed glass, otherwise the the noise we were making, or rather that I was making (Bob wasn't really producing anything more than muffled slurping sounds between my thighs), would surely have given them cause to look out to see what was causing such a ruckus.

And, by now, I was being loud. A wonderful orgasm was brewing within me and I didn't care who I let know about it. It's inconceivable that any of Bob's neighbours within the same building had not been disturbed by my howls of delight and pleasure as the big O rapidly approached.

As it did, I slumped to the floor as my legs went weak. But Bob was not done with me yet. As I twitched and quivered in the throes of orgasmic bliss, he had one last salvo of tongue blasting to give me. 

Caught completely off guard by his furious tongue fucking, he didn't so much push me over the edge. Rather, he yeeted my halfway to the moon. And, as a thank you, he got his head clamped tightly between my thighs, them threatening to crush his cranium, and a faceful of my pussy juices which fountained up into the air as I lost all control of myself.

With one of my hungers now thoroughly satisfied, all that remained was for me to try to make a bit more of a dent in all of the delicious goodies that were on offer. Seeing as it was still fairly early in the day, the stack of pancakes seemed like a good place to start. You could just about argue that it was early enough for it to still be considered breakfast.

I didn't make much more headway after those though. But I did leave with a healthy little doggy bag of cakes to keep me going through the day. Well, the cakes obviously aren't healthy for you, but you know what I mean...

Anyway, the day is young so fingers crossed that Bob is not the only kind guy or gal to provide me with some yummy cake to nom on. Anyone kind enough to do that is certain to be given a little lick of my muffin. And that is why today is definitely going to be a 'no panties' day!

A Day For Him

Look, I am quite aware that some of the special days that I choose acknowledge and promote are pretty unconventional or a little be niche. I present Exhibit A as Restock Your Lube Day, which has only recently come and gone. 

However, for me, Steak & Blowjob Day stands out as a one of my very favourites for its cheeky response to the romantic festivities of Valentine's Day. This light-hearted celebration has seen it's popularity go through the roof in recent years, offering a humorous and playful take on the traditional day of love. But where did Steak & Blowjob Day originate, and how has it evolved into the cultural phenomenon it is today?

Look, before I get into all of that, I know why you are really here. It's because you want to see me take part in my now long-standing personal tradition of celebrating this event with my former neighbour, Bob. Am I right or am I right?

I'm pretty sure this was the first annual sexy day that I started taking part in. To be fair, the first time that Bob convinced me that I should celebrate it with him, I don't think there was even any steak involved. It would have just been, you know, me giving him head.

However, in more recent years, we've been going the whole nine yard, which obviously means that Bob has been getting both a steak dinner and a blowjob, although not necessarily in that order, and it is an absolute staple of our calendars now.

To keep things fresh for this year though, as a real treat for Bob, I decided to take him out to a Michelin Star restaurant for the steak part, before heading back to his place for some oral pleasuring. That was the plan, anyway...

Whilst I cannot have any complaints about the quality of the restaurant and the food they served us, the service maybe could do with a bit of work. What did they do that was so wrong? Well, after we'd finished our meals and were waiting for someone to drop off the bill so we could pay up and head off for the second part of Bob's treat, we were actually just left to wait... and wait... and wait.

To kill the time, it seemed only fitting for me to fill Bob in about exactly why he was going to get a wicked BJ off me, just as soon as someone came to take our money so we could get off back to his place. 

And this is what I told him...

Steak & Blowjob Day emerged as a humorous and satirical response to the expectations set by Valentine's Day. The origins of this offbeat celebration can be traced back to a 2002 article written by Tom Birdsey, a humour columnist for a radio show called "The Howard Stern Show." The article humorously suggested that men should have their own equivalent holiday to Valentine's Day, where they would be pampered with a steak dinner and, well, a more intimate form of affection.

Birdsey's article was meant to be a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the perceived one-sidedness of Valentine's Day, often seen as a holiday primarily catering to women. It playfully proposed a day for men to be indulged in a more primal and stereotypically masculine way.

Like I said, it was meant as nothing more than a joke but the idea of Steak & Blowjob Day gained momentum and captured the imagination of people looking for a light-hearted way to subvert the expectations surrounding Valentine's Day. In the years that followed, the concept spread through word of mouth, social media, and various online communities, turning into an annual event.

Of course, one key factor contributing to the holiday's popularity is its timing. It's not by coincidence that is falls exactly one month after Valentine's Day, allowing Steak & Blowjob Day to create a sense of balance, offering a humorous counterpoint to the romantic gestures and gifts associated with its counterpart.

And, as with many modern phenomena, social media played a pivotal role in the spread of Steak & Blowjob Day. Memes, jokes, and hashtags related to the celebration started circulating on all popular social media platforms.

Indeed, many couples use Steak & Blowjob Day as an opportunity to inject humour into their relationships, embracing the day as a chance to break away from routine and engage in playful, consensual activities. The key to a successful celebration lies in open communication and a mutual understanding of each partner's preferences and comfort levels.

Ultimately, whether one chooses to embrace the playful spirit of Steak & Blowjob Day or dismiss it as a joke, the holiday's enduring popularity speaks to the human need for humour, connection, and the ability to find joy in unconventional places. As with any celebration, the key lies in approaching it with respect, consent, and a healthy dose of humour.

Having enlightened Bob, and hopefully now you too, it was frustrating that there was still no sign of the waiting staff bringing us our bill. Fearful that we might miss out on all of today's fun if we hung around much longer, it was time to take drastic action to counteract the neglect we were facing. 

Instead of waiting to get back to his, I took it upon myself to accelerate our plans somewhat. After momentarily disappearing under our table, my head re-emerged on Bob's side. Remaining down on my knees, I quickly tugged Bob's trousers down to his ankles and proceeded to blow him right there in the dinning room.

Bob was certainly conflicted by this. On one hand, he was delighted by the sensation of my soft lips wrapped around his sensitive manhood. But, on the other hand, doing it in the middle of a restaurant was perhaps a little be too bold, even if we were the only two bodies in the whole dinning room. Although his hips were straining to push his dick further into my mouth, his hands were desperately trying to push me away and pull his trousers back up. Talk about mixed messages.

But now we get to the good bit that I know that you have all really been waiting for...

As a compromise, we slipped away to the restroom where I could go all in on blowing him hard without any worry of our server coming back to find us in the act. Or, at least, being able to see us in the act as we were certainly not quiet. 

Between my slurping and occasional gag, and Bob's groaning, anyone in a neighbouring stall would have had absolutely no doubts about what we were up to. That said, I'm pretty sure that, just like the dinning room, we had the place all to our selves.

Having been made to wait so long for it, I greedily gobbled his meaty pole down, pulling out all stops in an effort to make it another truly memorable blowjob.

I mean, I don't like to toot my own horn (unless you want to use that as a euphemism for touching myself in naughty ways, in which case I fucking love tooting) but I have to say I think I succeeded and was rewarded with a creamy shot of cum straight down my throat. 

Normally, the lack of warning from Bob that he was about to blow his load would probably have annoyed me. However, on this occasion it actually made our lives a lot easier as it just slipped right down my throat into my tummy. With no clean up required, we quickly scurried back to our table as I was quite conscious that we'd been gone for a while.

I shouldn't have worried though. Our bill still hadn't arrived...

Have your cake and eat it too

I make no secret of my love for cake. And who doesn't enjoy receiving some dutifully delivered oral pleasure down below. So it may come as a surprise when I say that Cake and Cunnilingus Day is something new for me.

The truth is that last year was my first time hearing of it and the date had already passed by the time that that had happened. You can bet your ass that I immediately marked it down on my calendar for this year though! Oh yes, I've been looking forward to this one for quite some time!

And, since I have been celebrating Steak and Blowjob Day every year with my old neighbour Bob, it only seemed fair that he could finally repay all of that head I've given him over the years by treating my pussy to a good eating out whilst I enjoyed eating some rather yummy cake. 

He was obviously completely unaware of the significance of the day when I turned up unannounced at his apartment door with a fine selection of cakes for us to enjoy. The look on his face! And that's right! Not only did I take care of the cakes, but I even brought enough for him to enjoy some as well! 

Of course, he'd only get his cake after he'd completed his important task!

On a side note, perhaps next Steak and Blowjob Day I'll enjoy some steak with him for once? Oh, who am I trying to kid... I'll definitely have my mouth full of a different kind of meat!

Anyway, back to today... Bob was more than happy to bury his face between my legs whilst I enjoyed nibbling on a slice of victoria sponge cake. Either that or a nice bit of chocolate fudge cake is definitely my personal favourite.

At least, I was enjoying my cake to begin with. But as he licked and sucked and nibbled, I soon had to put my slice down as it was becoming tricky to accurately find my mouth with it as I writhed and bucked in response to his expert pussy licking.  

OK, I'll admit it; I missed a few times and ended up with cake smeared across my face. Not a particularly sexy look but sometimes shit happens in the throes of passion.

Suffice to say, by the time he was finished, the layers between the sponge were not the only thing that we creamy! That's a sign that I'm very satisfied, for sure!

That said, I'm always greedy for more cake, so if you happen to see me out whilst it is still Cake and Cunnilingus Day, perhaps I would be obliged to let you have a quick taste of my sweet pussy in return for some tasty cake. If it's chocolate cake, maybe I'll even let you rim might tight little asshole. Just make sure it isn't fruit cake. I can't fucking stand fruit cake!

Straight to the main course

How many years have Bob and I been celebrating this day together? It certainly goes all the way back to when we were neighbours in my old apartment block If I had to hazard a guess, I would say maybe six years? I could easily be a year or two out though.

For this year's celebration, we both found ourselves pretty busy so it was just a flying visit from my former-neighbour. There wasn't even time for him to enjoy a nice home-cooked steak. It was just straight to the sucking.

To keep things quick, he didn't even treat me to the usual facial either. Instead, to save on clean-up time afterwards, he simply blew his load in my mouth whilst I was in mid-suck. His salty semen shot staight down my throat and we were done.

So, until same time next year then...?

A 3 course Steak and Blowjob Day

My current living arrangement has made it somewhat more of a challenge for me to partake in my yearly custom of inviting my old neighbour Bob over for Steak and Blowjob Day.

I mean, there is obviously no problem with the blowjob part. I can give those anywhere I fancy. But the humble hotel room that I have been calling home for the last 3 months is lacking a kitchen in which I can can a nice piece of steak for Bob.

Of course, where there is a will, there is a way. And, in this case, the way is room service!

I'll admit, it's not quite the same if I wasn't the one to prepare the steak for him but we were making the best of a less than ideal situation. And, let's be brutally honest here, I don't think the steak part of Steak and Blowjob Day, is really the part that Bob or any other guy is really looking forward to the most.

Regardless of the unavoidable need to rely on some outside help to fulfil our customary rendezvous, I didn't want to give any sort of impression that I was slacking off. For that reason, he got to enjoy, not one, not two but three blowjobs this year.

First, he received a quick and intense blowjob while we waited for room service to arrive with his meal.

He had barely stepped through the door as I whipped his pants of and shoved his dick down my throat. With the threat of a knock at the door at any moment to indicate that his food was here, there was no time to waste. 

And my haste proved to be justified as he filled my mouth with his hot seed just seconds before the knock on the door.

Then, as he was tucking into his juicy steak, I made sure that he wasn't the only one gobbling down some hot meat in the room. I crawled under the trolley that his meal had been delivered on and pleasured him whilst he was feasting. 

This time he got a slow and sloppy blowjob that lasted for quite some time. My movements were somewhat hindered by my awkward position so anything more energetic was out of the question. 

Instead, I took my time with him. Teasing and pleasing him. Drawing his pleasure out for as long as I could while he was otherwise occupied with his other treat for the evening.

So much so that he comfortable finished eating before I was done with him. Thankfully for me, we could then push the trolley aside, freeing me from being cramped underneath it. With that, I could be a bit more exuberant with my sucking. 

Just as he had enjoyed the taste of a perfect seasoned steak, I enjoyed the salty taste of  his pre-cum oozing from the top of his cock. Then, after much slopping and slurping, I finally allowed him to reach climax. 

He tensed and then juddered. Next thing I knew, my face was coated in warm, thick cum which slowly dribbled down to my chin before dripping on to my chest.

His final blowjob was an impromptu sucking when he decided to join me in the shower as I cleaned up having my face glazed like a krispy kreme. 

I furiously beat him of while alternating beat sucking down hard on the tip of his cock and licking up and down the shaft.

This time he did not last long before his final drops of cum sprayed all over me before quickly being washed away by the warm water showering down on us.

All in all, I definitely think I made up for not preparing is steak myself!

Kiss Your Mate Day

When the romance starts to fade in relationships, the intimate gesture of regularly kissing your partner tends to be the first thing to be lost. At least, that's what researchers says. And that is believed to be the reason that Kiss Your Mate Day was instituted; to serve as a reminder that a little bit of kissing can go a long way to keeping the romance alive.

Of course, nothing says where you have to kiss each other. I could be on the lips. Or it could be anywhere else on the body... wink wink...

For avoidance of doubt, it is important that we clarify what exactly is meant by "your mate". When I first became aware of the day, my initial assumption was that it simply referred to any good friend. Amanda was most excited when I mentioned it as an upcoming event. Finally, she had a legitimate reason to give me a smooch. Naturally,  I would be compelled to partake in order to honour the day after all.

However, after having done some further research, it has become apparent that it is meant in the sense of couples who are life partners. Although, in fairness, it is accepted that if you don't have a partner or lover right now, it is perfectly acceptable to still take part by kissing a friend instead, or maybe someone who is completely new to you. Who knows, it could even be the start of something new and exciting for you both. Just make sure that anyone involved in the kissing is a consenting and willing participant.

So, on the basis of that, I was totally prepared to grant Amanda her wish and give her a snog. Except she was a no-show. That means that instead of getting some pics of me snogging Amanda to go along with this post, I had no choice but to give my old neighbour, Bob, a call and ask him to rush over so I could take some pics of us making out on my couch (he's always so eager to give me what I want, when I want). Not quite as good as making out with a cute blonde on the beach while the water laps against our bare skin, but you can only work with what you've got...