I love to do wild spur of the moment things. That way it’s more erotic and exciting, planning something always seems to carry too many obstacles and something almost always goes wrong.

One Saturday while in a busy nightclub I got a little too drunk and daring. I unzipped my boyfriend’s pants and went down on him. After that I had him hooked. A few weeks later we went back to the nightclub and went out to the patio, which was empty, and we locked the door behind us and had some “Doggy style” fun. I enjoyed my newly found passion and I became obsessed. We went on a little weekend trip to Chicago. I had on a new outfit. I wore a short mini skirt and thought it would be exciting to explore downtown Chicago with no panties on. We went to the navy pier. They had a huge Ferris wheel, the biggest one I had ever seen. It moved super slow and had seats that had a door like and was kind of closed in, and as soon as I saw it I had an erotic thought. My boyfriend didn’t want to go on it because he was afraid of heights, so I thought of a perfect way to make him forget about the heights. I went down on him as we reached the top then exposed to him that I didn’t have on anything underneath my skirt. He immediately returned the favor. It was heavenly being pleasured by a sexy hot man on top of a Ferris wheel looking at Lake Michigan and the bright lights of Chicago. On the trip back we decided to stop for a nap. In the back of the Ryder truck it was hot so we left the back door up, as a bad thunderstorm came up so we decided to make a little thunder ourselves. We slept like babies afterward. Now that’s a road trip.