Blow jobs Let’s Go Down Again by Pistol Pen
I love blow jobs, but I used to despise them. Blow jobs were always that shameful thing that dirty sluts do to their bosses behind the desk when the wife is away. They bring down the character of a woman. They make her so much less worthwhile and even less a feminist, which was so important to me and still really is. Oh and we all know the Clinton story. The first time I went down on a man I felt horrible, like I was doing something that was so wrong in the worst ways. I loved it. I loved the effect. This was when I first realized I was a pleaser. It’s fun to make someone else feel blissful.
This was meant to be another how to regarding blow jobs so lets make it that…
How to love giving blow jobs. This is NOT foolproof, it is NOT tested advice, and it is NOT going to work for everyone. BUT lets get down to it just in case it works for someone.
Ladies, the first step is to determine how you feel about low jobs and why… that was insensitive… obviously there may be a man or two needing this advice too. Lets split this part into three subcategories: Love them, Hate them, and indifference.
LOVE:
If you find yourself happily in this category then you have already achieved what I am setting out to assist people with. You probably have problems of your own but this is not the post to help you out with that.
Hate: Alright, the nitty gritty as they say when they stop caring about originality and just love cliche’s, Why? Do you have some learned idea of what blow jobs represent, a little like how I felt? Are you a selfish lover? Are you unhappy about an experience you had? Did it break something inside your soul? This one is not something I can talk you out of. This one is something you need to heal from, then return here when you are in a new frame of mind. Finally, is it blow jobs you hate or really just the person who wants them from you?
I equate blow jobs with happiness like most men do, but I prefer to think of them as happiness I am giving instead of getting. In this way they can’t be degrading. Imagine that you are offering a man a glimpse into the happiness you can cause him to have… in this way you become priceless and eternally desired. There is nothing bad or wrong about a blow job. You can drop that baggage off with the irrational fear that other people need to love you before you will ever be happy. (that last bit is not true for everyone thank goodness)
If you are the selfish lover that just wants to lay there and have sex lavished upon you with gusto, then just remember… blow jobs create gratitude. If you are already with a man who showers you with attention, this will only get you more attention. Blow him for you. Blow him because you love that lusty look in his eye when you are through and it is finally his turn to go down.
I cannot heal you. Only you can work through the traumas in your past or even maybe your present but if you have come to this page wondering how you can ever enjoy this again now that it has been destroyed, please know that the person you are with and his respect for you is the only thing that can make you comfortable with this again.
That transitions perfectly because why would you give happiness to someone you don’t think deserves it? You have to be with someone that you like, or even love. This is a prerequisite to happiness, always.
INDIFFERENT:
If you have read through my entire post and you are still indifferent then I am at a loss. But being indifferent means that you don’t care one way or the other. If that is the case then maybe sometime you will care and you will find the joy in giving.
This post ended up so much less dirty than I intended. And so…
I looked up at him with a victorious smile, the water from the shower head gushing down over his body. He had tried to resist but I had won. My mouth slid generously over his swollen head and down the shaft. He braced his hand against the wall of tile as he let out a needed sigh of pleasure. It had been too long for him.
The relaxation in his muscles egged me on and I started to go faster letting the head of his cock bounce against the back of my throat. Each time my lips would reach the tip I’d squish the head with my lips and tongue in a rhythmic wet swirl and take him back into my mouth. My hand was on his stomach enjoying how fast he was breathing. When I wanted to hear him moan I would change what I was doing. I’d take him into my throat as deep as I could and hold there closing my throat around him on purpose or I’d stop sucking and lick him all over tip to balls and back a few times. Every trick I tried got me a fresh reaction, all of them good.
His stomach tensed as he looked down at me so I put on a sloppy show for him letting the saliva cover him and drizzle out of my mouth and drip down onto my breasts. His head slammed back with the next groan and I couldn’t help but to look up at him, his beautiful chest, his mouth open. Looking up at him made me slow my rhythm and gave him enough time to glance down at me. He managed to get in a smile before I had him moaning again.
I could tell he didn’t know what to do with his hands. I was doing everything right so he didn’t want to put them in my hair because each time he did I’d just obediently follow the subtleties of the movements in his hands. at one point he gripped his thigh but soon found that leaning forward over me gained him access to my breasts.
That made things too difficult for me so I pressed him flat against the wall with my palm on his chest. This was my turn, and my cheeks were hurting so I wanted to make it amazing before I gave up. I started sucking hard and alternating between clamping down with my lips and tongue, and taking him in mouth wide open until he hit the back of my throat again.
“I’m gonna cum.” He managed to say but I already knew because his cock was pulsating. It was decision time. How happy did I want to make him? Happy enough to collapse into compliments and gratitude? I knew what that meant. I kept going, sucking sloppily, making sure not to scrape my teeth and still maintaining my pace. And then there was more than saliva in my mouth with his cock. I couldn’t taste it yet, there was too much going on for my taste buds to focus. I kept going, but slower. He was twitching, begging me to stop. In between sucks I swallowed, not too bitter.
And then the compliments began and that put me on a pedestal with an adoring man now at my feet because standing was just too much for him after what I had done.
This post was written by Pistol Pen over from The Honest And Forbiden she’s going to be doing a few guest posts here on YouOnlyWetter head on over to her blog as well and share the love 🙂
