Gather ’round ladies and gents. I have news from Jan about her romantic encounter with salsa.

If you recall, her latest boyfriend is a salsa connoisseur. He wanted her willing participation with a little edible lovemaking.

*whisper mode* She says, and I quote, “He poured it on my breasts, smiled and told me to tell him if it started to burn. Then he started to lick it and eat it off–really slow.”

My first thought was, “Didn’t it run everywhere when he poured it?” My second thought was, “Forget that–did it burn?”

She said his salsa was thick and chunky, so it didn’t run all that much. And she said it only tingled a little on her breasts.

Whew! So I asked what happened next. She said, “He poured a little down on my belly and licked that off too!”

Okay, by now, I’m beginning to squirm in the conversation. I mean, I think I know what happened next and the anticipation about knocks me over.

So then she says he started pouring some there–yep–down “there”, ladies! And she says it didn’t burn–at first. Then it was like, “Get it off me, get it off!” LOL

And then he did. And she about passed out, cause even after it was gone, she says it still burned a little. But she did say he kissed it all better. Ha,ha,ha…

So will she ever try that again?

“Only from the waist up!”

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