Sometimes it feels like the universe is conspiring to get things to end up in my mouth....or is that because I'm always thinking about putting things in my mouth?I'm sweet and innocent, so I'll blame it all on the law of attraction.Whether the universe, my dirty little mind, fate or just hot luck, I have jotted done some of my favorite encounters and romantic experiences. Not all, just a couple that I can't stop thinking about.I re-tell them in a fictional way to protect the adventurous and the married. Plus, you'll enjoy them more that way.*She Dunks the Whole TeamThis is one of those stories that I SWORE I would never tell another living soul... because it makes me look like a total YOU KNOW WHAT dump.... but quite a few of you secretly filthy-minded have emailed me asking if I had ever had an experience with multiple participants. So I decided to tell this one. (Yes, there were others. Don't judge me. I work hard. Don't I deserve to play every once in a while?)And I did play this particular night, with a lot of balls.*OfficerI was gagging on my anger when this officer suggested that I was an escort. Moi?I was so offended that I had no choice but to take it out on his BBC. If you've read my other little tabloid tales, then you already know this one is based on a true experience. Yes, I was a bit of a tramp in this particular instance, but... but... but... there is a sweetness to this story. And it's not just the officer's jizz. Even with the aggressive scene, where he discovered my SECRET, it was still more like romantic sex than naughty perversion.A young officer with a budding career, soon to be married, soon to become a dutiful husband and a loving father: I was simply helping him transition into his new life and shedding his old one. ...Allowing him to leave all his frustrations, fear, and anxiety inside me.You read it and tell me if you see the situation the same way as I do.*The T-Girl Next DoorShort enough to pat on the head, cute dimples and one of the BBC I'd ever seen - Of course this is a love story.I actually don't know how you'll judge me for my involvement with this guy. After all, he was another woman's man at the time.But in my defense... wait, no... I won't give away the ending. I will say that we were both at a crossroads in our lives at the time. Unlike some of my stories that are fan favorites, this is a sweeter tale. It's not all rough debauchery and me living out a dirty fantasy.I owe this guy a great deal. He showed me another side that I'd never considered before about why some straight guys go after special girls like myself. I should have known better. It's not always about fetishism.*Submit to Mama!Big and hairy, with and one of the nastiest attitudes you never want to encounter. Big as a linebacker, but still a spoiled brat. Coddled by his helicopter dad, who had been bailing him out of trouble since he could walk upright. He still drags his knuckles.You know the guy that's at the center of all the drama when the cops show up to break up a bar brawl. That's this guy.I wonder if there is some scientific, biological, evolutionary correlation to the size of a man's sack and his attitude. The bigger the balls, the bigger the Neanderthal jerk persona?I was frightened and shaking in my heels the first time I encountered this guy. I was in fear of my life.