Tasteless Liquid

"Sara's point of view,"

"What are you doing in the restroom for such a long time, Miss Grace?"

He knocked on the bathroom door.

Due to my vomiting, I was unable to respond to him.

After all, it is entirely my fault that I need to ask him to teach me about blow jobs. For some reason, I started talking to him as if he were my best friend, even though I wanted to shout at him and be angry at my fate for ending up in this loveless marriage.

It's very interesting to talk to him about sex. Since no one had ever explained anything about sex to me as creatively as he had, I believe he completed his master's degree in sex education.

In my writings, I've always made an effort to create incredibly realistic characters and events so that readers can easily relate to my main characters. I'd love to try writing about blow jobs in my chapters, as I have never done it before.

On the condition that I consented to give him a blow job, he offered to teach me how to do it. I have no choice but to accept his demand because, by our contract, he has the right to make me engage in any kind of sexual activity with him if I don't.

According to him, blow jobs are as simple as licking my favorite ice cream. However, this isn't the case at all. When I pressed my tongue over the apex of his genitalia, I was overcome with a viscous, flavorless liquid.

He removed the skin from his dick to reveal its interior. Though I'm terrified of seeing his enormous dick, he asked me to put his cock in my mouth. If I put his cock in my mouth, I'll surely die of asphyxia.

Regrettably, his grip on my hair was quite forceful before inserting his entire cock into my mouth. His large penis lunged for my throat, causing me to gag, and his tasteless fluid smeared over my mouth.

How was he able to force me in such an awful way?

I felt like throwing up because of his tasteless liquid, so I quickly jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.

"Are you sleeping in the restroom, Sara?" His words burst my mental bubble.

Before wiping it off, I washed my face and stared at my red eyes.

"What happened to you?"

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, he gave me a bewildered expression.

"I went to the bathroom to throw up."

"Oh my god, Sara, are you for real?

I never saw a dramatic woman like you. Why do you take these normal things so seriously, yet no woman ever raises an eyebrow about sex like you do?"

His tone expressed dissatisfaction with me.

Normal thing?

Does he think this is normal?

A clogged throat may have caused me to die of asphyxia.

"Aron, perhaps this is usual for you since sex is all you do, but for me, it's a whole new experience, and to be honest, I've never engaged in these kinds of activities in my life."

Why did he always make fun of my lack of knowledge about sex?

Why won't he go to another woman, and why can't he leave me to live a tranquil life if he believes me to be so stupid about sex? His taunt about failing the blow job infuriated me.

"OK, relax; don't be angry; I will show you how to do a good blow job." His lustful gaze once more scanned every inch of me.

Why is he staring at me now?

I turned to face my body.

Oh crap, I forgot all about my naked body because I was so busy letting all of my fury out on him.

How could I possibly stand there naked and expose my breasts in front of him? I rushed to cover my body with the bed sheet as soon as possible.

"Shy woman."

When he noticed my body hidden under the bedsheet, he grinned mischievously.

I don't know what he saw in my clothing that made him insist on ripping it to shreds.

Did he believe that I belonged to a prehistoric era when people didn't bother to cover themselves? He didn't wear a lot of clothes either; I always saw him in his underwear. I get the impression that he wore nothing at home and only dressed to go outside. My subconscious speculated about him.

Even after I had covered my body with the bedsheet, he continued to smile at me. I don't know why I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach at his lovely smile. I averted my gaze from his charming smile by not meeting his eyes and instead fixed my attention on the movie playing on his phone.

"What gave her the confidence to put his full-size dick in her mouth?" I gasped when I saw the woman in the video.

"Why does this man have such a tight grip on her hair?"

My mind was filled with new questions as I watched the video footage.

"Yuk, how disgusting."

She licked with tremendous delight as the man spilled his sperm all over her face at the end of the video.

After viewing this, I experienced nausea once more.

"I believe you have learned how to give a blow." He cast a hopeful glance at me.

"No, no, I can't do this. Your enormous, tasteless dick is intolerable in my mouth."

With fear, I shook my head.

"Tasteless?

Do you believe that flavors like butterscotch or vanilla also exist in the penis?" He let out a loud laugh.

"Sorry, I can't do this." I pleaded with him.

"Come on, at least try it once."

Once more, he pushed my head over his dick.

After a nervous attempt at contacting his penis, I proceeded as instructed in the video. I attempted to force myself to lick his tasteless liquid by closing my eyes, but I was unable to do so completely because his penis began to vibrate once more, releasing a substantial quantity of liquid.

"Sorry, I can't do this." I covered my mouth and went to the bathroom so I could throw up again.

Upon seeing the video, I assumed it would be simple to give a blow job because the woman was succeeding so effortlessly. However, I found it much harder than I had anticipated. I had no idea that engaging in different sexual activities could be so difficult.

It's simple for me to write those erotic stories, but it's increasingly harder for me to bring them to life by performing with him.

"Sorry, Aron, but I'm unable to finish this." I cleaned my face and stared at him with begging eyes, hoping he wouldn't force me to give him a blow.

"It's ok; you will learn slowly."

He surprised me by not acting like a ravenous wolf this time, and by not demanding that I give him a blow job. Surprisingly, he cradled my hand, had me lie down on the bed with him, and slept soundly, resembling a small, innocent child.

I couldn't stop staring at his face in awe for too long, as I found it difficult to discern his true nature.