The feel of a cock sliding in and out of my mouth is something I crave. Blow jobs are a great pleasure for me. I spent the afternoon bringing Harold to the brink of orgasm over and over using my mouth. My whole body gets involved in a good round of fellatio. My hands stroke, grasp, squeeze, and tease. I sometimes stop long enough to rub his cock against my ass, cunt, and breasts. My teeth might scrape along the shaft of his dick. I have been known to bite, especially my jaws applying pressure to his balls.
But it’s not all rough or wild. I love simply sucking a cock into my mouth as far as it will go. I pause there for a moment, then slowly pull away, pressing the cock to the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I like to flick my tongue across the most sensitive area before I plunge back down again. I can take it slow, cherishing the sensations and intense connection, or I can pump up and down with a passion, fucking his cock with my mouth. I like to alternate so he doesn’t come too quickly.
There’s so much that I enjoy about oral sex. It turns me on. I get all wet. My mouth gets wetter, as though I am salivating – or maybe my mouth is turned on. I like burying my nose in his crotch like a good little animal. I like the way it tastes, but I hardly ever swallow semen because I end up so turned on that I just want to be fucked hard. Today was fabulous because after Harold fucked me, he went down on me, even with all of his jism leaking out of me! No matter how many times we do that, it feels deliciously dirty.
Blow jobs make me feel powerful. I like calling the shots and controlling orgasm. I suppose that I’m good at it because my boys seem to really enjoy it, but that’s not the important part. What matters is my passion, that I love to give (and take) in this most fabulous of ways. I love it! So you can be the prom queen or a drag queen – I wanna be your blow job queen.
Last night there was a storm – both outside and in my bed!
Joel and I had just gotten the children off to bed and settled into our own bed with a movie, when the power went out. It wasn’t much of a surprise since the lights had been flickering for a while. We checked on the children, verified that everyone had flashlights, confirmed that there was still cell reception, and got back into bed. The power was clearly not going to pop right back on. Hmmmm, what to do…
Joel dove under the covers. My underwear seemed to remove itself from my body – just gone! Gentle kisses brushed my belly and thighs, eventually converging on my pubic hair. I opened my legs to give him better access.
“You know,” Joel mumbled from under the blankets, “I’m never sure where your clitoris is.” He then proceeded to disprove his claim. His tongue, at least, knows just where my clitoris is.
I was soon groaning and grinding my pelvis into his face. He slipped a single finger inside me, at my request, and then I was moving against his hand. I realized that it was totally dark and Joel was under the covers anyway, so I started pinching my nipples – something I would be embarrassed about if anyone could see. It made me feel so wicked!
Within moments I was coming hard. My orgasm throbbed against Joel’s tongue and squeezed around his finger. My hands cupped my breasts as I writhed and panted. I may have screamed, just a little.
Then Joel started up again! It was too soon, everything still felt – I don’t know, orgasmic. Within seconds I was coming again/still coming/beyond coming. It just felt super intense and continuous. Amazing, but also kind of excruciating. Maybe more pleasure than a girl can handle all at once.
Just when I decided I couldn’t do any more, Joel was suddenly kissing my mouth and sliding his cock into my cunt. I wanted to hold him tight but he pulled back to get more leverage. I could feel everything, every thrust and every extraction. My hands roamed everywhere, feeling him, wanting to pull him closer, wanting to twine my fingers in his hair, wanting to grip his ass and help him deeper into me, wanting…just wanting. He plunged deep into me and stopped with his back arched as he pumped his semen into my cunt.
Joel collapsed and pulled me into his arms. We lay wrapped around each other, panting, noticing for the first time how bright the moon was outside our window. The storm raged on outside. We watched the shadowy branches dance in the wind. We listened to the rain beat against the roof. And as the sweat dried from our bodies we burrowed under the warm blankets and fell asleep together.
I’m feeling inspired by sperm today. What an amazing bunch of little guys! Every day, somewhere near you, a multitude of brave and eager sperm journey forth on a trip fraught with many dangers. They overcome obstacles and face heavy mortality in the ranks so that the human race itself may continue on. Sperm really are great role models. I’m in awe.
Let me paint a picture of a sperm’s existence. Sperm are basically clones. Boys are born with what is essentially a sperm template and all sperm are copied from that template. The sperm cells take 65-74 days to develop – kinda like aging wine. Amazingly, an adult male manufactures over 100 million sperm cells each day. Does that wear you out?
So, you’re a sperm and you’ve been hanging out. All of a sudden, something is starting to happen. It’s your turn! You take a nice bath in those juicy seminal fluids and BAM, you are good to go. You are energized and activated. You are live, baby! You and a few hundred million of your closest buddies are jet propelled out of the penis.
You are lucky enough to make it into the vagina! Those less fortunate friends who hit the open air will die almost immediately. But your journey is just beginning. You feel a strong compulsion to move toward your goal. Sperm can travel about 8 inches in an hour by wagging their tail about 16,000 times. You swim as fast as you can, letting the motion of your brothers and the contractions of the female reproductive tract help you along. In fact, there is no going back. Sperm are not designed to move backwards. Only about the 1,000 strongest sperm reach the cervix. The rest perish in the acidic fluids designed to clean the vagina.
The next hurdle is the cervix. Most of the time the cervix is blocked by a hard wall of mucus. Today, all systems are go and you slide right through, leaving more of your comrades behind. You swim through the uterus with about 200 other brave souls, feeling the magnetic pull of the egg waiting for you. You know that the odds are against you, but you just know you can do it. It has to be someone, it might as well be you.
If there is not an egg ready and waiting, sperm can stay alive for up to 5 days in the fallopian tubes. But today is your day. You’ve made record time – about 15 minutes – and the egg is yours. You made it. You get to fertilize the egg! World domination is yours!
See, you can’t help but be inspired. Did our little sperm throw up his flagella in despair knowing the odds he faced? No way. He worked as hard as he could until he succeeded. Did he try to annihilate the competition? Nope. He used his competitors strengths to help him reach his goals, knowing that they would fall to the side on their own. Did our guy try to run away from his destiny? Biologically impossible.
So go out there and change the world! Sure there’s a lot of people out there, but someone’s gonna make it – why shouldn’t it be you?
