When I was young I gave head so often and with such fervor that I’d get these thick, fleshy ridges inside my cheeks and around the inside of my lips. The saltiness of very load after the second or third of the day would make them burn. At their worst it be difficult for me to speak without sounding funny or biting them. Sometimes it would be so bad that I’d have to sneak into the house to avoid speaking to my parents. By morning my mouth was sore but the swelling had gone down. After a couple days later the guys need draining again and I’d be ready to start all over again.

While painful I always loved walking home at the end of the day running my toungue over those fleshy ridges thinking about how much fun I’d had creating them.

What fond, fond memories! Now married I wish it was possible to have that much fun today.

I’m surprised though that with all the reading I’ve done I’ve never heard anyone else ever mention these ridges. I can’t be the only one!