Salt Bae Put His Meat in My Mouth and All I Got Were These Lousy Blood Pressure Pills

It was medium, it was raw, and it was rare

“What did you think you were doing in there?” he yelled at me no sooner than we got secure in our seat belts.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean!”

“I did what we went there for, to get his meat!”

I should have known the night would end in disaster as soon as we went to Salt Bae’s place. I knew his reputation for indiscriminately putting his meat in a woman’s mouth. I knew his meat had been around the world and there was no telling how many women had sucked on it, only to end up plastered all over social media, much to the humiliation of the partners who were left paying tens of thousands of dollars for the privilege.

But keep in mind, it was his idea for me to sample Salt Bae’s meat, not mine. But that bit of logic didn’t stop him from being pissed off at me.

“Did you have to enjoy it that much?”

“Well…his meat is really good.”

I knew his reputation for indiscriminately putting his meat in a woman’s mouth.

“I thought you don’t like salty meat. When I give you my meat, you complain that it’s too salty for you, especially when my meat juice drips down your throat. And yet, there you were, sucking his meat dry with a huge smile on your face. And in front of all those people!”

I couldn’t deny it. Salt Bae’s meat was really that good. The way he handled it as he prepped for entry was a thing of romance. The way his fingers worked the meat and salted it ever so lovingly made my mouth water. The way he gyrated his hips during the preparation, just to peacock for us, was appetizing. The way he gingerly put it in my mouth with his fingers, and encouraged me to lick and suck, just tickled my taste buds. It was all better than I ever expected. Although Salt Bae’s meat was medium-sized, it was hot and it was raw — and I found out later that the technique he used with me was also rare. It just felt like it was melting in my mouth. And the look on Salt Bae’s face when he gave it to me…he was enjoying putting it in my mouth every bit as much as I was enjoying receiving it.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, trying to appease him.

Of course, I wasn’t. Why would I be?

After all, video after video after video showed women savoring Salt Bae’s meat. Sometimes a woman will even shake her ass for the love of his meat. And having these hussies around me looking so envious that Salt Bae chose me to feed his meat to that night just made the experience that much hotter.

Just like his meat.

And the look on Salt Bae’s face when he gave it to me….

But alas, I’ve paid the price, and not just with a domestic squabble that lasted for days. My enjoyment of the Bae’s salty meat was clearly too much of a good thing. My body couldn’t handle it. I’m sure this wasn’t the first time a woman ended up with a prescription of some description after handling Salt Bae’s meat. For me, the enjoyment was too much and just thinking about the experience made my heart race and my blood pressure become dangerously high.

“You know, you really shouldn’t have that much salt, no matter how good the meat tastes,” my doctor warned as she handed me a bottle of pills.

“Okay,” I said sheepishly.

“I mean it. I like steak as much as the next person, but you really shouldn’t overdo it with the seasonings, no matter how good it tastes — even if you’re at a restaurant.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, slightly confused.

“I mean all things in moderation. To maintain a healthy blood pressure, you need to keep your salty steak eating to a minimum.”

“Steak? What steak?”

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NB: Thank you to a certain friend for inspiring this little bit of foolishness. You know who you are.