One of the early tag lines for the advertisement for the Masque flavor strip that caught my eye was: “so even a good girl could be bad.” So I reached out to the company and asked for a review kit.
For a fair review, I must disclose they sent a lovely kit with plenty of samples and some cool swag. After taking pictures of the awesome packaging, I began my pestering of Mr. Sometimes to be my guinea pig.
“Please,” I said, “can a good girl be bad tonight?”
“I’d rather, you know,” he said. “Be with you. I want the full package.”
“All right,” I’d said, never one to deny Mr. Sometimes.
But finally the next week he said, “don’t you have something to test out?”
I leapt from the bed and tore into the mango flavor strip.
My first thought was, this isn’t quite mango, but it isn’t bad either. It is candy after all. Candy meant for blow jobs.
As the strip melted, and Mr. Sometimes succumbed to my oral action, his penis took on a sort of stickiness. The flavor lasted and did as it promised, masking the taste of semen.
But frankly, I don’t mind the taste of semen; that’s part of it. I like Mr. Sometimes—all of him.
“So,” I said to him, “what do you think?”
“It’s not a favorite,” he said. “I like when we have sex better. Not just you servicing me.”
“Really?” I asked. “Every man loves a blow job. It’s like the all-American birthday present for a male over the age of twenty-one.”
“Not every man,” he said. “Stereotype.”
Hmmm, I thought, stereotype. Just like the idea that only bad girls give head.
So all in all, the Masque strip did as it promised, but it turns out in the Sometimes house, we didn’t need to add some flavor to have our kind of spice.