04.16.02 * 9:03 p.m.

Remember the Sex Coupons I gave Kevin for our one-year anniversary?

Well, today Kevin decided to turn in his coupon for road head.

He pulled it out while we were driving home from dinner. I laughed excitedly, stuffed it in my pocket, unzipped his pants, and went to work.

After a few minutes, Kevin was ready to go. This happened just as we pulled up to an intersection. I tried to prolong it, but he wasn't going to wait any longer. Kevin tightly gripped his steering wheel as he came in my mouth.

And, I have a confession to make. I'm a spitter. I don't enjoy swallowing. It's not a matter of hating the taste, but a psychological problem. The thought of millions of little spermies swimming around in my stomach disgusts me.

So I leaned to the other side, where the window was down, and hocked Kevin's load onto the street. However, the wind was bad, so some of it got on my car.

My purty little car!

The light turned green and Kevin sped out of the intersection. I settled back into my seat and looked out the window...

...Where a group of elderly joyriders were giving me the most evil look in the world.

I wanted to shout out the window, "What? Does it bring back memories?"

Oh well. My motto is, I'll never see them again.

So there's a horribly gross story for you.