Maybe it is the fact that he doesn’t ask, I just did what I wanted to do. It didn’t feel like a chore this time, something I was obligated to do. I shouldn’t have to feel obligated to do anything during sex.
Just relax and enjoy.
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I have hated the 69 position from the first time I tried it. Whichever way it’s been done, I’ve always just wanted it to be over with.
Unfortunately some guys really seem to like to 69. I never understood. I am starting to, but first let me explain why I hate it.
I love BJ’s, they’re so much fun. A perfectly executed blow job is a form of art that everyone should be able to appreciate. I love to give, they should love to receive.
What does the BJ Master do when she meets a guy that claims that blow jobs are okay, but he has never been able to get off from one?
I love going out to the club, dancing and drinking with The Arab. The intensity builds all night as we get drunker and friskier within public view. Him slapping my ass, me backing up a step as we wait for drinks at the bar, grinding my ass against his hard cock. My lips grazing his neck, his hands finding their way under my skirt, slipping into the place he knows his cock will be later.
When we get ready to leave we know what fun awaits us in the car for the ride home.
to give a guy a blowjob while he’s driving? If you can get a ticket in this state for talking on the phone and driving, I’m imagining that receiving oral while driving is also a no-no. But what the hell would the ticket say?
on his bed, he was above me straddling my face. I laid there with my mouth open, moving very little, excepting whatever he gave me. Everything was going wonderfully until I saw his balls swinging back and forth. Then I started choking as I tried to repress the hysterical cackle that was trying to escape my lips which had been plastered firmly to his cock a second before.
Is it just me, or are balls the ugliest/funniest looking things I’ve ever seen?
I woke up early this morning even though I told The Arab last night that I could probably sleep forever. I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep, probably a combination of too much thinking, bad dreams that kept waking me, the fact that sleeping next to him is like sleeping next to a furnace and that I kept just wanting to look at his face. I hadn’t seen his face in about a month. I am always afraid that I will never see it again.
He had told me before we fell asleep that he needed to be up by 10. So I laid there and watched the clock, feeling his arms around me and the way he had drawn my leg through his. I didn’t want 10am to come.
So overnight I went from “I don’t want that thing in my mouth” to “omg! I love BJ’s!” If not for The Arab, I don’t think I ever would have come to this realization. I’m normally detached enough to not really care if the other person is having a good time (and he’s-whoever I’m fucking at the moment-always gonna cum anyway so it’s not like he didn’t enjoy himself to some extent while I do not have the same luxury so I have to wait until he falls asleep so I can touch myself into an orgasmic frenzy).
So why over-exert myself to give some guy (that I don’t really care that much about) head?
I have been asked this question by way too many guys I’ve met (or occasionally before I met them) on either dating websites or Craigslist.
First thing-I hate talking about sex (or anything sex related) before having sex (or even a kiss) because I think it’s presumptuous.
Second thing-if you have to ask this question you will probably never find out the answer.
So how did I come to love small cock? Simple.
I fell in love with a guy before he ever touched me. When The Arab was making me laugh and smile, hugging me everyday, and helping me through my relationship problems with my husband, I didn’t realize I was falling in love with him. View full article »
