!!! I forgot to post a link to part 1:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111r38v/me_and_my_favorite_camping_partner_part_1_20s/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111r38v/me_and_my_favorite_camping_partner_part_1_20s/)
(These events immediately follow part 1. Please start there!)
I think… you could say, a great blowjob is a lot like a really good song. There’s only so much to work with in musical theory. It doesn’t have to be NOVEL or experimental, or cranked on blast. Its enjoyability is dependent on the mood conveyed, and received. And it can be from the “greatest hits” section, but the best songs still evoke the right feeling in the right moment. A song you’ve heard a thousand times can be comfortable. And yes, I’m asserting that familiarity isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
As EXCITING as new lovers are, and as thought-provoking as avant garde design can be- I find myself desiring the comfortable. My favorite coffee brand, made to the exacting method I prefer. My hoody I’ve owned since middleschool that’s worn out on the elbows, and fraying at the wrists. I think I’m the kind of guy that, if I owned art, I’d want a painting to look at every day. Something soothing to ponder in a quiet moment, and never tire of it. I don’t see myself as the kind of person that changes his living space because the consumption drones of a fashionable magazine told me to?