So I woke up on March 14 feeling amazing. I knew from twitter hashtags and other social media outlets that today was Steak and BJ Day. Ah yes, the day where I get to lay back and do nothing but let my penis poke towards the ceiling so Nessa could admire it. I look over to Nessa laying next to me and grab her wrist so I can guide her hand to my hard penis. I was smiling at her as she grabbed my manhood and kind of winked a little bit. She made a happy expression as she touched me but quickly changed her look and asked why I was smiling so much. I laughed a bit and said, “Well, today is Steak and BJ Day and I’m already doing my part.”
She looked back at me and responded, “What’s that supposed to mean to me?” She continued to stroke my dick as she waited for my answer.
I took the smile off my face and explained, “It’s steak and bj day. Today is my valentine.” I smiled again and reached over to grab her head and guide her down into my lap.
She moved my hand and started negotiating with me, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll stop sucking your dick every day like I normally do, and instead give you a BJ on this so called holiday. How does that sound? Otherwise, I want you to take this hard dick in my hand and stick it inside my pussy and fuck me good.”
I guess that kind of put things in perspective. Instead of getting a BJ, I got up and used my dick the way she wanted it used, and later that night I ate her homemade Chili.
I married a rebel. TAGS: steak and bj day, steak and blow job day