My mother used to tell me blowjobs weren’t very intimate. I disagree.
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Sweetheart’s kind of a goof.
Don’t underestimate the power of “well, I ‘unno, Daddy.”
“Awww,” Craftsmate said when he saw whyexactly’s comment. “He thinks you’re already housebroken. But that’s just not true.”
Use a banana and a mirror for blowjob training – the banana for enhancing your technique, and the mirror to check for yourself what looks great and what doesn´t.
This is actually vary dangerous.
If the soft sticky tip of the banana breaks off and gets logged in your throat it will be very difficult to dislodge it. Chances are you are practising while alone so if that happens you will most likely suffocate.
If your budget does not allow for a proper dildo and you have to use fruit. Do not peal your banana just wash the outside first or use a large carrot.
Or, I don’t know, practice giving a blowjob when you give a blowjob?
There’s this horrible double standard that people, though it is usually slanted towards women, have to be simultaneously inexperienced and yet somehow instantaneous experts at sex acts.
Unless you are blessed by the Ghost of Blowjobs Past, there’s absolutely no acceptable reason why you should be faulted or shamed for not giving a perfect blowjob the first time you give a blowjob. Or even the second time. Or even the fifteenth.
The fact is that everyone likes different things and a piece of fruit isn’t going to give you feedback on it. There’s absolutely no shame in gagging, in pacing yourself, in stepping back and trying to figure yourself out. You didn’t drive on a 75 mph speed limit highway the first time you got behind the wheel of a car. The Sistine Chapel was not Michelangelo’s first experience with paint.
Thank you inventerius for the safety tip, which is super important if someone actually does just sort of want to practice or finds that shit hot. But, if you’re practicing because you’re concerned that your technique isn’t perfect, I’m asking you to consider what kind of state society is in when we are expected to be sexual savants upon first blush.
Chained, Epilogue
After Popcorn had left, Penthouse grabbed my hair and pulled me back down to my knees. “Go on, sweetheart,” he said, “thank Daddy for your playdate.” He reached down and unzipped his pants and I smirked.
I pulled his cock out and started sucking as he spoke to me, telling me how good I had been. I told him, in a moment when my head was off his cock, that I had wanted to kiss her when she left but I wasn’t sure if she was actually into girls or just liked dominating them.
“I think you should text her,” he said, rolling his hand through my hair, “and invite her over later. I think she wants to kiss you, too.”
I blushed and took him deeper.
“You know that paper she mentioned last night? She did that thing early so she could play with you,” he added and smirked, holding my hair a bit tighter and starting to fuck my face. “So, I really do think you should text your new little friend.”
Trapped, Part 8
I was still regaining my composure when Switch climbed onto the bed and pushed my breasts together. My boobs are literally just big enough to get fucked but small enough to sort of make the process a challenge.
I told him that if he untied my hands and took the blindfold off, I could help him. But, Switch just replied, “no, you just stay as you are and let me take what I need.”
The more I recovered from the ice play, the rougher he used me. He had his cock so far in the back of my throat when he came that I barely had the option not to swallow.
He released my legs and retied my arms behind my back. Still blindfolded, I was pulled up against him and practically cradled as he lifted a bottle of water to my lips. Confessedly, I enjoyed this degree of dependence.
When I had finished drinking, he removed the towel from the bed and laid me back down, climbing in beside me.
“Aren’t you going to untie me?” I asked.
He chuckled, “I think you’re forgetting I took you. You’re mine now until I decide to let you go.”
Meet Switch, Part Nine
Somewhere in the middle of me sucking him off, Switch seized control back. It happened sort of organically. The hand on my hair started grabbing, he started holding my head still so he could fuck my face. I didn’t fight him on it. It’s what I normally gravitate to, after all.
He completely took charge after that, manipulating me to get him off the way he wanted. When he was cumming, he informed me. He didn’t ask to. I sort of liked that fact a lot.
I kind of realize that both of our dominant streaks come out of our submissive streaks. He knows it pleases me to be dominated and so he does it for the purpose of satisfying me. I enjoy being overtaken and so I dominate him for the satisfaction of having him seize control back. It’s an interesting give and take.
And now that he had control again, I didn’t fight when after I swallowed he pushed me down to the bed and grabbed his belt from the mess of sheets to tie my wrists behind my back.
Photograph submitted by jeunefille18.
Recently, a well-meaning relative very frankly expressed the sentiment that blowjobs are impersonal and lack any sort of intimacy. You know how stuff gets at dinner tables when there’s alcohol.
I didn’t respond, but I think the bubblegum blowjob behind the bleachers (so many bs) stereotype is not entirely the picture of what a blowjob can be. Sucking cock can be an act of devotion, even if you aren’t kinky. It doesn’t have to be full-on cock worship, but it doesn’t have to be rough or half-hearted or unfeeling, either. Sometimes, it’s a sweet, tender thing.