My track record of moving from girl to girl has ended. I have finally found a woman who can make sex a different event every time.

The following is just one trick she had up her sleeve. I have previously met women who have partially or completely shaved their pussy — ho hum. After the first time the novelty wears off and I’m looking for another variation. Gina took the next step. One night she told me that it had been a while since she shaved herself. I was thinking that she was starting to recycle old ideas, but as I said, I liked digging into shaven pussy the first time. So off to the shower she went. When she came out, I nearly fainted. She did not shave her pussy — she shaved her head.

My initial reaction was to scream, but I was starting to notice how beautiful her face really was. The only thing that I could muster through my lips was, “Why?”

“I’ll show you,” she said. So off to the bedroom we went. She had rented a tape of bald women having sex. She made me watch it for about half an hour before she left the bedroom. She came back with an assortment of delectable goodies on a tray.

“We can’t eat all that,” I said.

“You’re not going to eat it, you’re going to taste it,” she replied. Without further ado she removed her robe and sat on the bed, Indian-style, with the tray of food next to her. “I want you to taste it from my head,” she demanded. (I guess if you are reading this and you’re not turned on, I’m one fucked-up person, because I had a serious chubby.)

I started with a raw egg. “Crack it on the tray, then dump it on my head,” she ordered. And so I did. And the egg started to drip, held its ground for a few seconds, then slid down her head onto her shoulder, and fell to the bed. “Now lick what’s left,” she said. And so I did. Her head was smooth — so smooth that it didn’t faze me that I was licking raw egg. I just kept licking. “Now wipe my head and surprise me with something else,” she said. At this point I noticed she’d started to play with herself.

I decided next up was Jell-O. I dumped a whole bowl of cherry Jell-O on her bald dome, but only one of the cubes held. I sucked it off her head. She later told me that the feeling of the Jell-O running off her head was the best sensation of the night. That says a lot about the fucking I later administered. Regardless, I am not shaving my head to find out how good it feels to have food fall off it.

Then I grabbed a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream. By this time it was very soft, so it slid down her head slowly. If it had not been so cold, she would have liked it much better, but it still turned her on.

I continued dumping food on her head for about 20 minutes: Bosco, fruit salad, yogurt, salsa, honey, caramel topping, maraschino cherries. At one point I really thought I was going to throw up, but I can honestly say I never lost my wood.

Finally, Gina wanted to get out of the mess of a bed we’d created — she couldn’t wait for me to fuck her. She leaned against her bureau so she could see her own bald head in the mirror, and watch me take her from behind. I fucked her like a champ. After about an hour — okay, I lied, after about six-and-a-half minutes — I was ready to blow my load. “Don’t do it,” she said. She quickly spun around and took my member into her mouth. In between strokes she said, “I want it on my scalp!”

Say no more, I thought. I pulled it out of her mouth and came more than ever. I cannot compete with the Johnny Holmeses of the world, but I have been known to spew a rather large load, and this was the biggest yet.

“Now lick it from my head,” she said. Normally I do not oblige such a request. One time, following a blowjob in college, the blower decided to kiss me just after taking on my three ounces. All I remember is how thirsty it made me. Since then I’d given those who swallowed a ton of credit, but until this night I’d kept my come from my mouth. But once Gina said, “Do it now, it’ll make me come,” I just did it. After all, she’d shaved her head for me. The whole time I thought I would die from combining too much shit in my stomach. All I could think was that my autopsy was going to reveal that I died with three ounces of come in my stomach. But I did it, and Gina came, and we lived happily ever after.