Having taken a vow of silence for all matters pertaining to the bedroom, I’m afraid I cannot disclose to you the salacious ins and outs of my first nite at home. Omerta (AKA my girlfriend) obliges me to keep my mouth shut except for when I’m licking her out. If I were to be licking her out that is. With such information classified under the Official Secrets Act, I’m afraid I cannot confirm or deny whether I ever perform cunnilingus on my girlfriend. I can keep you posted on how well I am reintegrating myself into society, but not on how well I am reintegrating myself into my significant other. Having promised to keep my blog out of the bedroom - or rather the bedroom out of my blog - such information is strictly off-limits. I know I’ve been building up to my first post-prison fuck for months in my weblog, but now that it’s finally arrived, I must regretfully pull out at the last moment. It’s probably not much consolation, but if it helps ease your blue balls any, I can disclose this much: I have been sanctioned to answer the four most frequently asked questions concerning how I fared on my first nite at home. Thereafter, however, you’ll just have to use your imagination or at least wait until I’ve broken up with my girlfriend and am free to post the video on YouTube. The questions themselves are somewhat predictable. So predictable, in fact, I shan’t even waste my time by retyping them. Instead I’ll just cut straight to the answers, which should tell you all you need to know. Are you ready to transform all that pent-up pre-cum into post-coital sheet stains? Well in that case, grab a firm hold of your weapon (or if your weapon isn’t firm, grab that of the person sitting next to you) and prepare to discharge it. Erotica doesn’t get much more lascivious than this…

1. Yes we did.
2. I’m not sure about her but I did.
3. Don’t be silly, it was longer than that. At least 40 seconds.
4. I don’t know, I was asleep by that point.