When I was younger I wasn’t much into cocks. Maybe my shyness can be attributed to the pervy swim-team coach who grabbed my hand and shoved it down his pants one time when I unwittingly played Lolita to his jock version of Nabokov's Humbert.
I remember thinking, “Oh, the skin is so soft…,” and a split second later running for the door. I guess that at 15 I wasn’t ready to go there. Yet.
Looking back, I know I’ve come a long way. Instead of bolting for the exit, now I love giving my husband, PC, wet, sloppy blowjobs.
The same goes for the lucky men who get to play with me when we participate in group sex.
Although watching porn did give me some much-needed insight into the performative scope of cock sucking, the epiphany that led to my change in perspective actually took place in art class. In a fit of frustration brought about by my failed attempt to erect a vase out of clay with my bare hands (trust me, the mess I made was not nearly as sexy as Demi Moore’s in Ghost), I began absentmindedly to slide my fingers up and down the base and shaft of the large, half-formed mass in my hands. It felt so smooth and hard that I was overcome with the urge to slide my tongue over its slippery surface and to feel it flood my mouth….
Ok, I didn’t face-fuck the clay ‘cause that would’ve been a little weird, but the experience got me thinking about penises in a whole new light.
Recently, thanks to a slew of eager and willing accomplices, I’ve had the pleasure of discovering my preferences. If I’m going to deep throat, size matters. I have a small mouth, so I prefer average-sized cocks. I love it when a guy grips me by the hair, pulls my face right up to his cock, and orders me to open my mouth. Another variation: It turns me on even more when a guy fucks my face so hard that I almost choke on his cock.
The best part, though, is when that sweet jizz comes pouring out like syrup. I’ve noticed that ejaculate changes consistency when it comes into contact with air – it gets thicker and stickier as it starts to dry. Licking it off my fingers isn’t as much fun as when PC blows his load deep in my throat so there’s no spillage.
I take my time before I swallow. Like a true epicure, I like to savor the taste of my husband's cum – to indulge in its smooth, creamy texture – to feel its warmth spread inside my mouth. I let it roll on my tongue a little first and drink it back slowly, in the same way that I sip a good scotch.
Besides, the taste of his jizz changes depending on his diet and level of hydration. Clumpy, viscous cum makes me gag, so I make sure PC drinks enough water before I swallow him. I've also noticed that when he eats pineapple he tends to taste sweeter.
Two blowjob tips from me to you:
Guys, when you’re gettin’ a bj, don’t be hung up on the need to get off right away. Sit back, relax, and enjoy a little cock worship.
For those of you on the giving end, don’t be afraid to let yourself go when you’re fellatin’ him. Every cock is different. Explore his dick in the same way you would a sculpture; discover its outlines and grooves with your fingers and tongue for your own pleasure as much as his.
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