The Art of the blow job
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Posted:Apr 29, 2016 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 5:59 pm
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I can be a bit on the shy side. And it manifests itself at the worst times. If I'm confident in what I'm doing, then there's no problem. If I'm a newbie or simply inexperienced, I tend not to want to do whatever the task is at hand. Unfortunately, that attitude doesn't gain me much practical experience. The other night I went to see a guy I've been talking to. I knew full well what I was going for. Yep, I was going to learn the art of the proper blow job. Yes, I'm 41 and inexperienced in that department. What? Don't look at me like that! I've always gotten by on my looks and my incredible ability to ride for hours. For hours! And who needs a blow job when you've got a soaking wet pussy on your cock and huge tits in your face?
But getting back to the matter at hand. The art of the blow job. Trust me when I tell you it is not easy for me. I have the worst gag reflexes known to man, and I have TMJ. I am no prize in the oral skills department. So, boys, who is still with me? Anyone want to take me home? Anyone? Fine! Who needs you! Oh, right! I do. How am I going to practice otherwise?
So, I went to his apartment, and I received my first lesson in blow job giving. And the immediate and ongoing problem with me is that the things that work wonders are the things with which I struggle. Deep throat? Hello! I gag. Taking my time and allowing myself to linger? Ummm, lock jaw, much? Slurping? Slurping...I learned somewhere in the past that making noises was a crowd pleaser. But I'm so shy! I mean, why don't you go about your business, and forget I'm down there is what I'm thinking, and making noises is a sure fire way to draw attention. Not that kneeling in front of someone with his cock in your mouth allows one to hide in the shadows or be forgotten, but let's add some sound effects to make it more of a show. But I did make some slurping sounds. And he liked it. And he told me so. And I didn't die of embarrassment.
So, here's what I liked. I liked that he told me what he likes. Everyone is different. How would you ever know if you were doing what he likes if he doesn't tell you?
I liked that he kept brushing my hair out of my face. His reasoning and rationale are unimportant. Who cares if he only did it because my hair blocked his view of the action. I liked the fact that he did it. His fingertips felt nice as they lingered on my skin. Ironically, I realize he did so because he was paying me some attention. Maybe there's hope for me yet.
I liked that I had the ability to bring him pleasure.
I like that blow jobs are a bit of an art form. They allow for fun and creativity.
I like that I will get to do it again.
Hopefully soon.
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What are you writing?
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Posted:Apr 29, 2016 1:52 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 2:52 pm
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Well, I hate to admit it, but I have been a big loser when it comes to reading everyone else's posts. I haven't been able to sit still very much of late. So, what do people write about on here? Are there some topics that receive more interest than others? Personally, I will write about anything. Hell, if someone paid me, I would write a tooth paste ad. I admit that I love writing my brand of poetry and stories related to my escapades, but I write about my eating disorder, dating, politics, and anything else that pops into my head. I'm hesitant to write about politics here. I would think that most everybody here was liberal to at least some extent, but I am sure I would be proven wrong. And I'm a lover, not a fighter, so the political posts are often saved for a different realm. So, tell me, what is everyone else talking about these days?
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I see you
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Posted:Apr 29, 2016 10:29 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 1:32 pm
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I see you out there Running your game That look of fear in your eyes desperation Counting hours and minutes Worried time has passed you by I see you What's become of you What's left of you After the wars The trials The heartache And I think you might just be a has been A washed up bit of driftwood that finally came ashore Weakening Paling Fading away But still I want you Still I love you Maybe not for what you are But for what we could have been
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One Lone Tear
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Posted:Apr 29, 2016 10:29 am
Last Updated:May 1, 2016 1:47 am
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One lone tear rolls down my cheek One glistening bit of evidence To show my heart is broken again more proof any semblance of dignity is gone taken from me and destroyed By the actions of another Who was never supposed to let me down But this one tear Is no indication I don't feel like sobbing Or throwing myself upon the floor Begging for mercy Pleading for the heartache to subside I have no strength left in me To offer anything more.
You are killing me you know It's my own fault for caring My problem for giving a fuck what you do Now that you're alone But you're killing me just the same tearing me to shreds Leaving me in ruins To suffer To feel the torture of knowing you've moved on Much happier on your own
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At Home
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Posted:Apr 28, 2016 11:54 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 11:32 am
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You said you liked seeing me Curled up between your legs, Sucking your cock What amazing imagery It's like I'm your good little girl Curled up like a contented Where I belong Between your powerful thighs. Your protection over me Keeps me there That and your pretty, pretty cock All sexy and inviting and offered to me You liked seeing me between your legs I liked it, too And I thank you for letting me please you, sir I don't think there's any place I'd rather be Than receiving your attention And earning your praise
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Love Lessons
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Posted:Apr 28, 2016 9:04 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 11:31 am
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I wondered how our night would go. You warned me that you thought I might not be able to handle your desires. So, it's funny how I seduced you instead of the other way around. Granted, it didn't take much. Just a simple gentle touch to your sexy, sensitive man nipples, and our evening of fun began, but still I was the one to make the first move. Maybe you just wanted to know that I was at ease in your hands. You took over from there, though. A few light touches and kisses and things progressed rapidly. Your control was strong and commanding. In the course of our previous conversations, you discovered that performing oral sex was not my strong suit. You had offered to teach me, and our lessons commenced without much fanfare. Honestly, I could have stayed there with my mouth on your cock all night. You didn't make me feel cheap or used or humiliated or lacking in any way. Instead, you were gentle and considerate and encouraging and your voice soothed my feelings of inadequacy as my tongue and hand stroked your appreciative cock. I loved hearing a compliment when I did something to your satisfaction. Your deep voice creating a trembling within me. I never would have believed I would please you. But it seems somehow I did. You pushed me past my limitations and I received the reward of your satisfaction. Slightly emboldened by my performance, I flashed my baby blue eyes up at you seductively as my face drew away from your well sucked cock. The simple action did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. The night held more lessons. I felt the stimulation of an anal plug for the first time ever, hopefully paving the way for future lessons and future acts of pleasure. The placement and removal caused mild discomfort, but I kind of miss the feeling of having something there. I found myself thriving on my eagerness to please you as well as my ability to rise to any challenge.
The night wasn't all about you, though, by any means. You entered my hot and wet pussy with such a desire to please me that I nearly came on the spot. I enjoyed watching you thrust in and out of me, and you commented on my full natural tits bouncing freely. One seamless position change found me riding you. I needed to end the night in my favorite position. It seemed only fair. I wondered if you would allow me to take control, but it seemed to excite you more than anything. We climaxed together, which sent me into glorious loud and intense waves of pleasure. I had worried about my ability to satisfy you. I wondered if I would be able to please you and make you want to see me again. I can't say for certain when or if I will hear from you again, but it seems quite promising that there will be lessons and pleasures still to come.
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Romance at the Oyster Bar
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Posted:Apr 27, 2016 2:17 pm
Last Updated:Jun 24, 2019 1:44 pm
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If you've read my profile, then you read the story of a night spent with a friend. I loved writing that story. I also wrote a short poem to go with it. In honor of the fact that they are building another of those oyster bar restaurants in Birmingham, I've decided to share the poem.
It was such a cliché Sitting in a loud crowded restaurant Sucking down raw oysters Talking nonchalantly about the joys of sex With a self-proclaimed man Wondering if I were woman enough to go home with him Thinking I had to Thinking I wanted to Thinking I needed to I needed to fuck him senseless I needed to see that body naked To be the reason for his beautiful smile So when he offered I said yes Not really caring what it said about my reputation Like the opinion of a man I would likely never see again Really mattered at all. All that really mattered was if he were man enough to satisfy me
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Strange
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Posted:Apr 27, 2016 8:16 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2016 2:48 pm
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I met him at his hotel room door I don’t know know why Maybe to give myself something new to worry about Maybe I had low self-worth Maybe I wanted to feel good if only for a moment To receive the touch of human kindness But my senses stayed on high alert Would he try to strangle me? Would his manhood already between my knees force its way into me before he opened the package and covered himself with its contents I twisted and turned my body each time it seemed he was getting close I even considered leaving But I stayed And finally we came together, protection in place once it was over, I removed the latex from his softening penis And without any kissing or cuddling I entered the restroom And filled the condom with water He asked me why And I said that it was one thing to feel cheap And another to worry that the condom had failed He told me my behavior was strange But it was all strange His hands His kisses His penis inside me His attempt at conversation It was all strange And awkward And though I felt the sweet release Only achieved From sexual contact I have decided next time That I will insist on sharing a cup of coffee instead.
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The Real Deal
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Posted:Apr 26, 2016 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2016 12:44 pm
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He lives in his studio Among his books paint brushes acrylics He sleeps on an old red couch It isn’t burgundy or maroon Or anything exotic Just red He works as an artist He would starve Were it not for his part time job at a bakery It keeps him afloat When the patrons are low on cash “This is the real deal” he says When she asks if he really lives there He gave up everything for his art His car, his home, his women His lifestyle as he knew it And she envies him his freedom She envies the fact that He is living his dream of being an artist Starving or otherwise. She envies the paint under his nails The evidence of creativity He offered her a tour And then they are back where they started They stood there awkwardly for a moment In the middle of his studio The red couch in front of them Staring at them Until she kisses him Like she’d wanted to do for years To see what his kisses tasted like To feel the strength of his lips They made their way to the couch She straddled his lap And kissed him some more Exploring his mouth His body Her limits Clothing began to take up space on the floor And she pulled him inside of her When the dawn came she awakened His hands resting on her breasts His eyes closed A smile on his lips His face peaceful She moved softly and pulled on her clothes He awakened as she walked toward the door “What was that?” He whispered She turned to look at him The smell of sex still lingering in the room “That” she replied “Was the real deal.” And she walked out the door.
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The necessity of Nudity
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Posted:Apr 26, 2016 7:50 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2016 3:53 pm
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I have absolutely no problem with nudity. I'm a big fan of it actually. But I have chosen (for now, anyway) to put only clothed pics on my page. My newest pic, which shows only my smile and some tan lines on my shoulders has more likes, views, and comments than pretty much any of my other pics. So, the question is, are naked pics necessary? Even for a site such as this? Again, I love being naked. I don't even have a problem with public displays of nudity, but it seems to me that there is plenty of appreciation to go around, even when one is being modest.
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No, Wait! Come Back!
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Posted:Apr 25, 2016 6:54 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2016 4:31 pm
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Why do I always let people get into my head that shouldn't be there?
Why do I always romanticize everything?
It's great for writing; I will grant you that.
It's absolutely lousy for living my life.
Get out of my mind!
Get away from me!
You don't want me
And I really, really don't want you either!
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"I said 'Hey, babe, Take a walk on the wild side.'"
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Posted:Apr 25, 2016 11:30 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2016 3:41 pm
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So I've been talking to this guy I met on here. First it was emails, then it was texts, and then he Face timed me yesterday. He and I clearly have totally different backgrounds and histories. He's walked on the wild side, and I've been floating on a lazy river. I'm not opposed to more out there experiences. I just haven't had many of them. Especially in recent years. And I'm a little shy around new people, but I open up and warm up when I get to know them. Anyway, so we're talking and he says he'd definitely like to be with me, but we would be an absolute disaster. And the more he says it, the more I want him, and I tell him so. He chuckles, rolls his eyes, and says we're a train wreck, but he can already feel that he won't be able to look away. We could try the friends without benefits route. But I don't want to. I want to experience the pleasures he has to offer first hand. I don't want to listen to his stories. I want to tell my own. And there's something about his eyes, too. I've already seen them stare into mine as he's laughing at my innocence. I'd like to see them staring into mine when they're filled with passion.
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How about we stay in our own stall and mind our own business?
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Posted:Apr 24, 2016 12:53 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2016 2:47 pm
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I just saw a meme on Facebook that totally rubbed me the wrong way. It said "Why can't we just potty like it's 1999?" And in the background was the picture of restrooms with the traditional men/women signage. First of all, I think Prince would be appalled to know his song was being used in such a way. Does anyone need reminding of the insignia he used when he wasn't able to call himself Prince? Please! If anyone supported the idea of getting away from gender roles, it was Prince. Secondly, what does that mean? Potty like it's 1999? Is that a suggestion that the idea of being transgendered and walking around in public is some newfangled thing? I've got news for you, creator of a stupid meme, even before gender reassignment surgeries and hormone therapy came about, people had been dressing in attire that didn't fit their birth sex for hundreds of years, at least. In previous centuries, it was common for women to dress as men, so they could be safe when traveling alone. And that's merely one example. And that's what it boils down to. Safety. If you cannot tell by looking at people that they might be of the opposite sex for the restroom being used, they are causing you no harm at all, but they are constantly in danger of being outed and attacked. So, let's not worry about "pottying" like it's 1999, and let's start worrying about the safety of our fellow man.
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