The End…or is it?
Hey friends! I appreciate you sticking with me throughout this spectacular oral journey. I have only one more story to tell you before I call it a wrap. This person has been the only person I’ve been blowing for the last few months. You could call me a one-penis woman, although I doubt it’ll be lasting for much longer. But at least for now, we’ll call it the end. And if for some reason I need to update this blog again in the future, I’ll make sure to let each of you know individually.
Because this is a current situation, and he knows about this blog- I’ll leave his name out of it. So for reasons completely unrelated, we’ll call him Dr. Seuss. He does not eat green eggs and ham, if you know what I mean.
Anyways, Dr. Seuss and I met last year and I was pretty instantly attracted to him. Sure, he’s goofy- but he’s also very charming. And he makes me laugh. I have a total girl-boner for him.
When we met again this summer, I had pretty much already planned out our wedding and life together. Fate, however, had different plans. And so did my vagina…
We went to the bar together and I had a few too many drinks. We started making out on the dance floor and eventually decided to make our way back to my place. He seemed like a very sweet and innocent individual before our clothes came off. But as soon as we were naked, he was…an animal…for lack of a better term. We had sex probably 3 or 4 times that first night, although we promised each other we wouldn’t let it get that far. And I got so turned on that I did something that probably sealed our future sex-life together forever. But we aren’t here to talk about me ;)
Dr. Seuss and I talked for the rest of the night and woke up and had sex again. I knew as soon as he left that I had ruined any chance I had at dating him, but he seemed like such a nice guy that I thought I would still try. We went on a date (if you can even call it that) but like I said, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Sometimes I really worry that if I would’ve said no that first night, we might have worked out. But honestly, I don’t wanna be with someone if that’s their only reason for not wanting to date me. It takes two to tango, buddy.
For the next few weeks, we hooked up a few more times. I tricked him into coming over to fix my air conditioner and ambushed him with a blow job. I really enjoy blowing him because he’s super vocal and likes to participate (not in the actual sucking or licking, but involving my boobs, spanking, etc). As the days went on, our sexcapades became more and more outrageous. We talked dirtier and got a little kinkier. I’ve never met a guy who is so good at talking dirty. He’s always respectful and never makes me uncomfortable. I don’t know how, but he walks that line very well. Eventually, my feelings got a little out of hand and he cut things off.
Honestly, it was a blessing because training started and I had to throw myself into work. But after school started and things started slowing down, my vagina started heating up. I tried my best to resist him, but we started having sex again. Then, my feelings got all messed up again, so I cut it off. I told him I needed a week to clear my head and get over all of it before we could start even hanging out again. He respected my need for space and left me alone. Our friendship went back to just that, and we were good for a little while.
That is, until I got drunk one night and came back to campus. I texted him and told him I was going to come visit and he agreed to let me in as long as I promised to keep my clothes on. BUT AS SOON AS I GOT THERE HE STARTED SAYING NASTY SHIT TO ME. What was a girl to do? We started watching porn and he went down on me right there on his couch in the living room with all my clothes still on. I was still very frustrated with him at this point and I got a little bossy. But honestly, it ended up being one of my most satisfying sexual experiences.
After that, we kind of silently agreed to just let things happen as they will. Every once and a while he and I have a hard time resisting each other. Mostly, we just let the sexual tension build until we have time to ravage each other’s bodies. It really is great. Normally I’m super wet by the time I see him. He does a good job with keeping me waiting. At times, I get angry with him because I want to have more sex with him more than he wants to have sex with me. But in my moments of clarity, I realize that he’s doing it to provide a buffer for both of us. Not doing it all the time is making it better when we get a chance to do it. It’s also helping me realize what I can do for myself, and what I should wait for him to do. (aka- I generally just rub my clit when I masturbate and leave all the penetration for his perfect, perfect penis).
He’s been a lot of firsts for me. Mostly, he’s the first guy I’ve been with since I was assaulted that I’ve felt comfortable enough doing so many things with. I really do enjoy rougher sex, and so it’s great that I can trust him to “hurt” me without actually hurting me. He likes to spank. He likes to pull hair. I like it when he puts his hand around my throat. Really, we just like to have a good time. For a while I was concerned about my behavior because I’m so against violence. But I’m realizing that if we both like it, there’s no harm done.
In a few months I’m going to have to leave. And while I care about him deeply and I get jealous when I see him with other girls, I don’t think he’s a person that I’m interested in spending the rest of my life with. For right now, I trust that we’re only sleeping with each other. And if that ever changes, I feel comfortable knowing that we will stop what we’re doing. Because I don’t want to have sex with him if he’s with someone else. And I wouldn’t ever put him in a similar situation. Eventually we will have to stop having sex. And eventually I’ll have to find someone to replace him. And while it’s hard to think about now, it really is just a part of life. For now though, I’m enjoying him, his very wonderful penis, and his eagerness to please.
I really could go on and on about him and our sex life. But I’ll spare you all the details and leave you with what will hopefully be the most important and pertinent blow job tip that I’ve been able to provide:
BJ Tip# 35: If you are two consenting adults, and you both enjoy what you’re doing: Never. Ever. Ever. Feel bad about what turns you on.