I have known many men in my short twenty-four years. All of them, gay and straight, has told me time and time again - there’s nothing like a good blow job. The kind that makes their knees vibrate, their eyes roll to the back of their head and the tingles from head to toe, when they come. All of these men would tell their significant others that, yes, they loved blow jobs but the feeling of your pussy (or ass) is so much better. Of course, they are lying. I will repeat - there’s nothing like a good blow job.

Every guy is different in what they like and don’t like. Some like it rough with a little teeth. Some like to be spit on. Some like a finger in the ass right before they come. I have found the last one to be true about 95% of the time…getting them to admit it is a different story. You need to find out what turns them on by asking. Just like for us. If you don’t ask, it will get lost in translation. Once you figure out what gets them off and what doesn’t, the real art of giving good head is taking your time. You have to want to suck his cock. Pretending will not do here. I don’t care how good of an actress you are, he will know if you are not enjoying yourself. It will worry him and he will never come. I’m not saying that you need to be this crazy freak, just someone who likes to please her man. If you’re not up to pleasing your man and only think about yourself, shame on you! Stop reading now and go back to lying on your back and thinking about the pool boy.

Most men think of blow jobs as a very-special-occasion type of thing or maybe just a brief miracle lick to get him hard before sex starts. Let me ask you, if your man went down on you for about 5 minutes and then stopped, climbed on top of you, stuck in you, came and climbed off, what would you think? How would you feel? Think really hard, because unless you are some total frigid bitch, you would probably feel like shit and just a means to an end. Not to mention being left totally frustrated. I will give guys the benefit of being able to come whether it’s in a mouth, pussy or an ass. Most of us girls aren’t that lucky. The ones that are - I bow to you in great worship! But the general idea is to finish what you start, unless he’s begging you to let him come inside of you.

Now, why would you keep something that he so enjoys and feel spectacular from him? There could be many reasons I guess. Maybe you think it’s ugly or feels funny. God forbid you touch that icky-sticky-stuff. And oh my, we can’t forget about the hair! But yet we expect our men to eat us. Let’s face it, pussies are by-in-large not the most attractive things. Sometimes they smell funny, feel funny and you can’t forget about gushing blood every month. If they didn’t go down on us except when absolutely required to, we would give them a world of shit and wonder what’s wrong with it. Complexes would be out of control and the whole idea of eating pussy would diminish. That would be a crime.

To most men, there’s nothing that feels closer to heaven than having his soft cock in your wet mouth. Having you take it all the way to the bottom of the shaft, licking and sucking until it’s throbbing, rock hard. This is where most women quit and their cocking-sucking-duty is over. Instead, gently cup his balls in your hands and tug slightly. Keep your mouth on his head and lick the area that divides it. Going around and around in small circles. There are a ton of nerve endings here and it’s the equivalent of getting your clit licked. Don’t spend too much time here because the constant touching might give way to over stimulation. But go back to it every now and then to give him a little shuddering treat.

Deep throating is another pleasure trove. The trick is keeping his head on the top of your mouth and sliding his cock down only far enough to reach the uvula (the little piece of tissue that hangs down). This keeps the pressure off your gag reflex. Don’t worry about not fitting his whole cock into your mouth. Most women can’t do this unless they are pros or he’s incredibly small. He will never know you aren’t ramming it all in because he’ll be concentrating on the sensation of his cock rubbing the grooves on the roof of your mouth and your tongue on the bottom. Also, the feeling of his head hitting the uvula will make him think you are a deep throat queen.

When you suck a good cock, you will be able to make your guy come in just a few minutes. While this may sound great, it’s not what you want to accomplish. You don’t want him to just come, you want him to explode. The only way to do this is to bring him to the edge again and again. To tease and torment until he can’t take it anymore. You need to take your time and work on not only every aspect of his cock, but all the regions around it. Don’t neglect his balls. Use your hands and mouth and tongue on them. The tighter they get the better the sensation is when you play with them. There is also a dandy little spot under his balls between them and his asshole. Like the spot on his head, it’s loaded with nerve endings. It also may be a spot he’s not used to someone exploring and it will feel naughty, which will heighten the excitement. If your man is not an ass player, trying just lightly brushing the tip of one finger across it while licking under his balls. He will think it was an accident and let it slide, but I guarantee it will feel awesome. Do it again a few minutes later, this time with a little lingering. If he doesn’t object, then play away. If he squirms or holds his breath or flat out yells at you, try again another time. If he’s all for it, start with just a finger (index is the best) and go very slow with palm side up. And please don’t forget to lube it with some spit or maybe your own juice first. You don’t want to have to peel him off the ceiling. When you are comfortably in just up past your first knuckle, bend your finger up slightly (towards his stomach). You will touch what feels like a pea, this is the seminal vesicle glands and the beginning of the prostate. There are lots of good feelings here and most men can come just by manipulating this spot. So imagine the orgasm you will give him while giving him head too!

After I have spent a long time bringing my man to the tip of an orgasm and back down, I’m ready to make him come. I will keep my finger in his ass and play with that pea, grip his shaft and place my mouth on the head. I suck his head nice and hard while using my tongue on his spot, flicking back and forth. I use my hand to pull up and down on his shaft, twisting my wrist like I’m using a screwdriver. I keep the pressure tight with my mouth and hand. Sucking and licking. Twisting and gliding. He will come in a matter of a minute and he will come hard. Keep your mouth on him, but relax the pressure slightly because the head is now the most sensitive area. Too much and he’ll lose the orgasm. Keep stroking him slowly with your hand until you feel his body go lax and his asshole stop puckering. I personally love the taste of come, but if you don’t, ask him to tell you when he’s going to and you can move your mouth at the last minute and watch the fountain works! It won’t feel quite the same for him, but at this point he won’t care all that much. Just remember if you do it this way, make sure you pull your hand all the way up past his head. Neglecting the head during an orgasm is not cool and it won’t be as good as it could be.

Sucking cock is one of the best ways to please your man. I like to do it when he least expects it: when he gets out of the shower, in the middle of the night, while he’s driving. No matter when you do it, make sure it’s often and you have a good time! He will see you in whole different light…

 

 

To My Master:

Oh, Master. I am here to please you, to tease you and to make you come. I love the way you make me feel. How you like to tie me up and abuse me. The rope is so tight, I can’t feel my hands. How you drip hot wax on my nipples and make me scream out in pleasure. You force you rock hard cock into my ass, mouth and pussy. For hours I am reduced to your dirty whore. Remember all of the times when you came into my room? I was sleeping and you took me against my will. Holding me down so hard I couldn’t breath. Ripping my nightgown off and throwing it to the floor. Revealing my bare breasts and little thong. The way you cut my panties off with your knife, knicking my hip slightly. You told me if I scream you’d slit my throat. I could see your hard cock, but you wouldn’t let me touch it. I could feel it on my thigh, wet and warm. Your pre-cum mixing with my blood. Entering my wet, tight pussy with such force, I thought you’d tear me in two. Thrusting in and out. Rocking back and forth. You take your hand from my mouth when you realize that I won’t scream. I am all yours. I am wet for only you. Do you feel my pussy lips wrap around your cock? How I want you to fuck me hard and all night? Yes, Master, That’s right I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you fill me with all you have. Then flip my over and fill my sweet, little ass. Tear into that hole like you are hungry. Hungry to fuck it. Fuck it hard. Slap my ass as you drive into me over and over again. Make me bleed, Master. Tell me what a whore I am. How you will hurt me for your pleasure. How you will own me for days and do things to me that I have never imagined. I want to come, Master. Harder, please! Tie me down and force to submit. Submit to your hard cock. Come in me and on me. Make me lick it off. I will not scream, but I am broken. You broke me and now you own me.

 

May 3, 2006

For most of Saturday afternoon, I went through everything I owed and found a hot little black dress that hugged my curves, strappy stilettos, a lacey bra and thongs (cuz you never know). I wore my hair up to show my long neck and tan back. I actually had butterflies in my stomach. I’ve been on a lot of dates, but this one seemed different. I was really nervous. Weird.

I was ready right on time when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to this Adonis. Paul had on a beige linen shirt and khaki pants. The shirt was almost sheer and showed off his fabulous chest. His hair had a wet look to it and flattered his face. I hadn’t noticed his gorgeous green eyes the night before because I was so busy trying to clean his crotch. Wow! Was all I wanted to say.

“You look beautiful, ” he said and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Thanks,” I managed to croak.

He smelled like spices and I wanted to rip his clothes off right there and fuck him in the doorway.

“Come on in.” I stepped back to let him enter but he remained planted.

“I made reservations for six-thirty. Is that okay?”

“Sure, let me just grab my purse.”

I could feel his eyes on me when I walked to the couch. I put a little more wiggle in my walk. I locked up and we headed for his car. It was a mint 1969, baby blue GTO. Should I have expected anything less?

“Sweet car, Paul.”

He held my door open for me and even closed it when I got in. What a gentleman!

He got in and started her up. She purred like a tiger and I think I got wet.

“This is my baby. My grandfather left her to me when he died. I’ve done a lot of work on her.”

“Breathtaking.”

“A fan, I take it?” he asked.

“My dad is a mechanic. I’ve been around many rust buckets and classics…So, where are we going?”

“I know a little place,” he said and gave me a thousand-watt smile.

“I’m all yours then.”

We hummed along downtown to a nice little Italian restaurant with an outdoor patio. It smelled wonderful and our table was perfect. Little candles and a checkered cloth. It was a breezy and warm. The food was excellent and so was the conversation. Paul is funny, warm, witty and so fucking hot. We shared a bottle of wine that went right to my head.

Neither one of us wanted to go home so we opted for dancing. He told me there was a salsa club downtown and it sounded like fun. I was game for anything this guy had to offer. The music was hopping when we got there and there was a line to get in. We chatted and swayed to the music while we waited. I was standing in front of him and he pressed himself into me and moved from side to side. I could feel his chest on my back and this bolt of electricity shot through me. My neck got warm and my nipples so hard they hurt. We only had to wait a few minutes in line, but I could have stood there forever. The club was dark and sultry. The music was kicking; the dance floor was packed. Paul got us some marguaritas and we found the only available spot at the bar. He let me drink two sips before leading me out onto the floor. He pulled me very close and placed his hands on my hips. I felt the hardness of his body and I lost myself in the dancing. Everyone around us seemed to be making love standing up. It was so sensual. We changed partners a few times but never took our eyes off one another. We found ourselves back together, swaying and taken away with the music. After three songs we went back to the bar and ordered water. He whispered something in my ear but I couldn’t hear him so I leaned in closer.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do all night,” he said.

He didn’t even give me a chance to ask what it was. He pulled my chin up, cupped my face with his hands and brushed his lips against mine. My stomach did flips as I slowly let him into my mouth. Our tongues touched slightly and he pulled me closer. I opened wider and the kiss went from sweet to passionate. His cock was hard against my thigh as I leaned into him. My pussy started to throb and pulse; I knew I was soaking wet. His lips left my mouth and trailed down my neck and back up to my ear. Shivers ran down my spine. Then he was kissing me again, much harder this time. I pulled away and looked around. I saw the sign for the bathrooms and grabbed him by the hand and led him there. I pushed into the ladies room - thank God nobody was in there. The door shut behind us and I turned around to face him. He rushed me and pushed me up against the wall, kissing me and cupping my tits. His hands were under my skirt and his fingers sliding into my wet pussy. He was rock hard and I reached for his zipper. I wanted to feel it in my hand, feel it inside me. I had to have him right there. Suddenly he pulled away.

“Amiee, I don’t want to do this.”

“Huh?” I managed to say.

“I don’t want to just fuck you in some bathroom.”

I didn’t know what to think about that. I’ve never had someone stop before. I certainly wanted to fuck him right here in the bathroom.

“Okay,” I said.

“I like you, Amiee and I don’t want…I don’t know.”

I walked up to him and kissed him, took his hand and led him out the door. We didn’t say another word about it and danced for two more hours. It was hot and I think both of us remained wet and hard the entire time, but we didn’t venture back to the bathroom. When he took me home, I didn’t invite him in. He did walk me to the door, though, and gave me the best goodnight kiss I’ve ever had. Paul left in his gorgous car and I went in to take a cold shower. It didn’t help and it only took me two seconds to come in bed before I fell asleep. For the first time in two weeks I dreamed about someone else…

April 29, 2006

I haven’t seen much of Mr. Sexy since the episode in his office. I think maybe he’s avoiding me. So, last night I decided to go out with some girls from work to a local bar down the block from the office. Two of the girls are married and they didn’t stay long. The ones that stayed are a little more on the wild side and I found hanging with them a lot of fun. The bar started to get packed around eleven. I was walking back from the bathroom when a tall, gorgeous stud caught my eye. Curly black hair, wide shoulders, beautiful smile and killer ass. He was laughing and drinking with some friends at the bar right by our table. I had to walk right next to him and when I walked by, someone got a little too close and I accidently bumped into Stud and spilled his beer all over him.

“God, I am so sorry!” I said.

I grabbed a napkin off the bar and started to wipe him off.

“It’s okay, really.”

“Let me buy you another one,” I offered.

I got the attention of the bartender and order him another beer. I felt awful because he had this huge wet spot on his shirt and his crotch.

I fished around my purse and came out with my business card.

“I am so sorry. Please let me pay for the dry cleaning.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he looked down at my card, “Amiee.”

“Please call me if you change your mind. Again, I am sorry.”

As I walked away I could hear his buddies giving him shit. I cringed. The girls had seen the whole thing and were giggling when I sat down.

“Good job, Amiee,” Samantha said. She’s a gorgeous redhead that works in the promotions department.

“What do you mean? It was an accident.”

“Ha,” said Caroline. Caroline is the cute girl that sits at the desk across from mine. She’s married, but her hubby travels a lot for business. “Sure it was.”

“Seriously. Some idiot almost ran me over and I bumped into him,” I defended myself.

“Well, at least you picked a nice one to bump into. He’s fine.”

I looked over at him. Yeah, fine will do.

We drank for about another hour and decided to head home. I’d lost track of Stud in the crowd and wrote him off. Caroline and I shared a cab uptown and Sam drove off on her own.

It was late when I got home and I went right to bed. I woke to the phone ringing. Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I glanced at the clock and realized it noon. I felt like I’d just closed my eyes. I fumbled for the phone and knocked it to the floor. I managed to grab it and mumbled a hello.

“Hi. Is this Amiee?” a sexy male voice asked.

“Uh huh.”

“This is Paul. You know from last night?”

Paul? Who the hell is Paul?

“You spilled my beer on me. I’m sorry if I woke you. I can call back later.”

I sat straight up and tried to sound normal. I forgot that my home number was on the card too.

“No, it’s okay, I’m up.”

“You said last night to give you a call if I changed my mind.”

“I’m sorry about your clothes. I hope they aren’t ruined. If you want to take them to my dry cleaners, I’ll have them send me the bill.”

“Well, beer smell can be hard to get out on your own, but I’d like to drop them off to you.”

“Um, okay. My office address is right on the card,” I said.

“I was thinking I could drop them off to you tonight.”

“Tonight?” I said.

I don’t mind paying for his dry cleaning, but…come on! It was beer for Christ’s sake and it wasn’t even my fault!

“I was actually hoping you’d let me take you to dinner.”

Huh?

“Dinner?”

“I’m sorry, that was stupid of me. I’m sure you already have plans.”

“Um, no…I mean yes, I just have plans with a girlfriend.” LIAR! “But I can see her another time.”

“Great, how does six sound?”

“Sounds good, Paul.” I gave him my address. “See you then.”

I hung up the phone and laid back down. Maybe I’ll be spilling beer on people more often