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Controlled stroke

(I’m gonna do this one for @Diggydash)

Sex… a lot goes on during the minutes, moments and situations that we get into when it comes to the get down with the get down.
Lots of emotions, feelings, questions, answers, reasons, etc.
All appear during sex.
But there is one super important thing that goes on during sex.

It’s a man thing.
He’s doing it right now… if you’re reading this and having sex at the same time that is.

Not sure what he’s doing or what I’m talking about?
Okay, lemme ask you this then… ever been giving your man the wickedest hip dip and you look at his face and he looks… somewhere else?
Like he’s not completely there?
Or… and this is a regular one… have you ever been getting the perfect itch for your scratch and he suddenly stops or slows down, thus throwing you out of your flow, and further away from the orgasm that was building?

That’s when your man is controlling the stroke.
He has to. He NEEDS to.

If he doesn’t then he’ll come before he wants to and, unless you have a man who’s round two kicks in right after round one, you might need to wait 10-15 minutes. (Unless he knows to go down on you in the meantime.)
The moment you decided to climb on top and start riding him like he was a Budweiser horse, he realised that the more you moved, the better it felt and the better it felt, the more he’d want to fuck you back. And if you’re wet enough and your walls hug just the right way, then he will enjoy it. Maybe a bit too much.

And what happens?

TAAAAADOOOOOOOOW!

Now she’s lying there, looking at you like, “you best have a killer round two coming up or you best eat the BEST pussy!”
Eitherway, he may feel like he misrepresented himself. Usually, he can hold back an orgasm with a mix and match of positions and numbing strokes that make him go for two, maybe three hours, but, sometimes, the urge to ‘cross the bridge’ is too much.

Just in case ladies aren’t sure what bridge I’m talking about, allow me to explain.

When men sometimes come quickly, or come inside you instead of pulling out like you both agreed, it’s because we get to that point of no return. (Unless he’s sneakily trying to get you pregnant on purpose.)
That point of no return is when it felt good… and he felt it…
It registered in his brain that THAT movement, with those noises from you, mixed with the moisture and all and he knows that one more quick pump and it’ll be the sperm road to shootsville.
Ever had a man fucking you and he suddenly says, ‘oh shit, sorry!’ then pumps a few times then that’s it?
That’s because he got to the tip of the point (of no return) and TRIED to change the flow before the point of no return got him. But he went too far over the edge and well, TADOOOOOOW!

A controlled stroke is something every man should have in his toolbox of tricks. Especially if he get’s into the party without a jacket.
It’s widely known – and sought after – to get into the party without a jacket so you can REALLY enjoy the music the way God intended.
And though the music is REALLY good, you can’t lose yaself in the beat.
Otherwise, you’ll be sitting down before the bashment kicks in, talking about, ‘gimme a minute!’

And that’s never cool.
Especially if she’s allowed you in.
And you go and dance yourself out of breath too early.
Tut tut tut…

That will just not do!

You need to go back to the drawing board and remember what it was like when you were just starting out in your sexual career. The controlled stroke was born at the start of a man’s sexual rap sheet. If he wasn’t one of those people who had Byron Long status from the first dip in, then he definitely had to learn to control the stroke.
At the beginning, sex was usually slow, cautious, designed to find the rhythm. You weren’t experienced enough to make ya hip circulate but you learned that the longer you controlled the stroke, the LONGER you could go on later.
(Okay, maybe it took a few preemptive orgasms on your part before you could control it but you got there in the end, right?)

One of the hardest aspects of being able to control your stroke and, as Keith Sweat sang, ‘make it last forever’ is the unspokeness of what your REALLY trying to do.
Really, it’s like you are trying to appear more cool, calm and collected than you really are. He may want to make it look like he is handing the wok with ease but, inside, he could be one full, long pump away from spraying ya walls. And that’s when something as simple as an accepting hip thrust, a smile from those dreamy eyes or the dreaded cobra clutch are like kryptonite.

(Cobra clutch is when she chooses to clamp her sugar walls around you while your stroking, making it feel REAL nice.)

To master a controlled stroke, you have to know about your own sensitivity. Every man knows his representative. He knows that head around the head, with attention paid to the underside of the helmet will make you come quick.
So with that same thinking, he knows when a pussy feels too good that it could end the show before the intro.
The question is, does he have the restraint to get past that good feeling?

Controlled stroke is like viewing a potential property.
You have to investigate it first.
Check out the foundations.
Get into every room and see how you feel.
Can you see yourself living there?
Are you comfortable?
Would you invite friends over?

Okay, that last one is for the freaks who get down like that but, you have to get in and feel it out.
A good 10 minutes of controlled stroking can give you up to two hours of not even close to coming, position flipping, diesel engine squirting (oh Jill), dual pleasure loving.
The trick is to build a resistance to the goodness.
Build up ya sensitivity so that if she decides to wait until NOW to start squirting, you’ll be able to see it through.
(And a wet woman is ALWAYS a killer to a controlled stroke.)
Pussy feels different in different positions. You could be king dagger-ling when your on top but she could roll you over and drop it twice before you experience something thta’s like a sneeze only better. So take a few moments to, again, feel her out. Take those few tentative strokes, just to make sure there’s no surprises around her corner.

A man knows when he hasn’t controlled the stroke well. She knows too.
Both faces are different but they are born from the same failure (his is either frowning or hiding in her shoulder in embarrassment and hers is like ‘you ain’t shit’.)

On the flip side… or the underside… when it comes to the first nut, controlling the stroke may not be important if your going for a quick knock out so round two can pass through.
Sensitivity is stronger during round two so you’ll be able to ride till the wheels fall off.
But, don’t get too excited.
Cuz, it’s not easy for some to get to round three without a nap, or a snack.

So ladies, if he’s ever inside you and he’s moving a little slower or he seems to be doing his OWN thing, take time. He could be building to a rhythm that will benefit both of you later.
You’ll usually know if he’s doing that if he is riding you slow and he is moaning and groaning like, ‘oOoOoOoOoOoh gurl, this is some GOOOOOD pussy’, ‘DAAAAAMMMN’ or a long drawn out, ‘SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT’.

(That’s when pussy is fucking you up…)

He might’ve just gotten into the party but he’s already moaning and groaning like it’s been 40 minutes. That means he knows that the wrong move here or there can finish the race for one of ya.

A man doesn’t have to tell another man how to control his stroke. Trust me, we ALL know how to do it. Some of us do it better than others and have it mastered to a damn science but we all know.
It’s just about whether we can pull it back from the point of no return…

It’s like a saliva string, dangling from a mouth. It can get really really low, but can you pull it back before it goes too far to the ground?

A good controlled stroke works on the same beat pattern as Michael Jackson’s Lady In My Life

Or so I’ve heard…

Stroke on… but hold on strong!

By Mr Oh

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I love what you hate

These days when you see a woman on TV, what do you see?

Long flowing straight hair (where the dreadlocks at?), slim slender shape (where the stretch marks?) and probably a lighter shade of caramel (where’s the Grace Jones shade?)

There is a regular shade, shape and look that creeps along our screens and magazines and is generally in our faces all the time and I am tried of it. I see it everywhere I go, everywhere I walk, it’s everywhere and I for one am making a stand.

My something something is about a lady’s stomach.. and the other bits she hates about herself.

Such a lovely place to look at, hang out, chill for a coffee and some conversation and meet people… but my problem with the place is the shape of it… or lack of shape.

See me, I like a pudge.
A lil’ bit of roundness in the middle of a woman’s shape.
Maybe a stretch mark or two.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo… boooy!

That’s my shit…
And the ‘shit’ of quite a few others as well.

A woman with a nice bit of curve on her stomach area is INCREDIBLY sexy to look at.
You can see it under her clothes and its like its calling you.

Now, most women are not 100% happy and comfortable with their pudge, they prefer to try and hide it with loose fitting clothes over the stomach or belts or other pieces of random clothing. And when the clothes come off, the vest might stay on or she might want the lights to go straight off.
And even while your fucking and the casbah is rocking and the bedroom is sweating and there is orgasm after orgasm, she slobbing and bobbing and it’s all great… but she still has the mind to pull her vest so it sits over her stomach. No show, no pudge, no belly shake, no nothing.

Such selfishness should be greeted with that real man shit where you realise what she’s doing and how shes doing it. Then you look her in the eye and tell her straight, “take it off”. She may ooooh and aaaah and be like, ‘eeerm, I’m not comfortable, can’t we just…”

No, you can’t just…

If I put myself in his shoes, I imagine he wants to see…you.
Every single piece of you. Whatever piece belongs to you, I wanna see it.
It can be lumpy, bumpy, fraught with stretch marks, not something you’ll see on America’s Next Top Model and rotund like the right side of the moon but I still wanna see it.
I want to see all of you.
I don’t care about what you feel is imperfect about you because it is usually those things that I want to see and feel pressed against me.
See because when I see you, I’m not looking for perfection. I’m not seeking the purest skin, the flattest stomach and perfect hair.
Send me a woman who’s slightly plump in the stomach, with a few blemishes on her skin and some split ends, but it looks good. Her ass may not be perfectly shaped but you could still sit a drink and a plate of jollof on it.

Let a woman run off a list of the things she doesnt like about herself and she’ll name at least three things that you probably find quite attractive or just don’t give a damn about.

‘Oh, I don’t like the way my eyebrows grow in this funny shape.’
(find a better threader… or waxer)

‘My legs are too big.’
(look for Anowa Adojah on youtube and let her train you)

‘I can’t stand my neck.’
(that’s on you, nothing you can really do about ya neck… except… FIX UP! Why hate and despise things you can’t do anything about)

‘I hate my nipples.’
(see retort above)

‘My hair is disgusting.’
(wash it, style it and keep it moving)

‘I wish I was slimmer.’
(if you wanna lose weight, go right ahead, but I really don’t mind the little pudge you rock in a very sexy way.)

This goes back to the simple things like a woman in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt… simple sexy.

The little imperfections that make you insecure and make you like to take your clothes off with the lights already off… you know… those moments when he runs his hand over your stomach and your QUICK to move it away.
Leave the hand nuh!!!

We ALREADY know you have it, we don’t CARE about it, we just want YOU! Plain and simples. Your little imperfections are what make you who we want to be with.
It’s not so easy to let go of the little things that we always want to change about ourselves enough to be completely comfortable but you have to trust that the person who is close enough to even see those imperfections, has to already know and not care about ’em.
Not EVERYONE feels this way and they are fine with their own personal image and are comfortable with the little pudges and crispy edges and to you I say GO ‘HEAD!!!

We just want you.
You to be free with yaself…
Just let it all go…
FREAK OUT…
Le freak ce chiq…

What’s the worst that can happen?
He starts to look at you differently? Maybe he doesn’t wanna touch you as much or he feels repulsed by the little things that make you YOU… well then is that really the person you wanna be with?

He just wants you to be you…

Be you…

By Mr Oh

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I will but will you?

(Thanks to the amazing, hella fine, Kool and the gang, hook a brother up with a 3 day pass @SexySecret09 for the idea…)

So it’s another night.
You and your partner are together.
Ya warm and all agreeable and shit.
At a point where fingers are fiddling, eyes are meeting and speaking, your libidos are raging and there is nothing else to do except get it on.
Her bra goes this way, his boxers go that way…
His resolve goes out the window and her restraint was left at the front door.
It’s HOT now and nervous fingers become busy and focused on the lecture at hand.
The first kiss is electric.
Your damn near singing H-Town’s The Rain in your mind.
His hands on the small of your back is just what the doctor ordered.
She masturbating him all nice and wet.
It’s about to do DOWN…
Her thighs are too and fro.
His dick is up and more than ready to rock and roll…

Then…

It happens.

The inappropriate question. The gesture for a step in the wrong direction that makes you feel not so sexy anymore.

“Babe, will you eat my ass?”

“Can I spray whipped cream in your pussy and eat it out?”

Erm… I’m sorry, WHAT?!

Right now, your laying there, hot and bothered, really to play Super Mario and get that pipe or you are up standing and ready to feel her warmth but your Empire State Building becomes an instant limp shack.

You don’t know where the question came from, you don’t even know why in the hell they asked such a question, especially at that time, but now you’re staring at a dilemma.

Do you?!

You may say no straight away but, that could be the way to get yourself out of a bed situation and into a ‘maybe you’d be more comfortable at your own house’ situation.

Those questions above are only examples of the situation I’m referring to, but, in bedrooms everywhere, someone is requesting something that their partner may not be into, has never done before or something that made them screw up their face like, “ewwwwwww!”
But what do you do then?
After the initial ‘what the fuck’ moment has passed, what do you do next?
Do you do it? Or do you not? Does it depend on the act itself? Does it depend on the person asking? Does it depend on the WAY you’ve been asked? Or will you just plain refuse because you are strong in your principles and no amount of persuasion will change that?

One word for ya: experiment.

I’m not saying that if a woman wanted you to eat her ass or a man wanted to spray whipped cream from a can in your pussy and eat it out that you should let them in the name of experimentation. But, don’t shoot it down so quickly… (pardon the pun)

Take ya time… think about it… let the idea marinate for a minute.

It maybe the case that you have never done the act before and you are highly sceptical about what it will feel like, look like and even how your partner will react.
But take that chill pill and just relax… smoke a spliff if that’s your vice. (Even if it isn’t do it anyway, lol.)

THEN DO IT!

Live a little for crying out loud…

Open your mouth and swallow if you never have, slow ease into her ass if she’s asking you to put it there, if he wants you to spit on his dick with huge globs of spit, do it… what have you got to lose.
The person asking you is asking for a reason. So really, the main thing for YOU to get over is can you do it?!
Can you swallow it up and get over whatever it is in your head that is stopping you from doing it?

Some people are stubborn and hard-headed to the point where if someone suggests something between the sheets, they won’t want to do it… just because it has been suggested to them… like the suggestion is a knock against their sexual prowess.
If they came up with the idea themselves, then they’d work it like it. But to suggest something to them makes them hard headed.

Case in point: if Donald tells his friend Eli how to FUCK his own girlfriend (I can’t think about a situation where this type of convo would take place), Eli might not really wanna try the suggestions out. To Eli, it’ll feel like he doesn’t know what he’s doing and he might not try ’em. BUT… he may try them in small individual doses and, if they work, he’ll claim them as his own.

Sex is give and take, sometimes you gotta give, sometimes you gotta take. (That’s the Cosby Show advice)
Sex is supposed to be some beautiful thang, with twists and turns, wild rides, smooth strolls and humming verses of Jill Scott’s Crown Royal.
Requests may pop up that have never been put on the table before but, if they do, don’t be closed minded about it.
Think about it, take it into consideration.
Remember the person asking you is asking for a reason… there could be a hidden, mammoth, squirting orgasm at the end of that yellow brick road. But because your so stubborn and old school, you won’t even want to try.

If your not one of those people who is even open to try, thus your partner doesn’t even ask, then you will have an unhappy partner who may want to do something but is too scared to ask.

The tagline for my trilogy of Little Black Book is open ya eyes, mind and thighs…
So open all three…

You JUST might like it…

So says Mr Oh…

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Shy guys

 

 

Shy guys win… Every single time!

They don’t get as much credit for the amount of WINNING (Charlie Sheen swag) they actually achieve in their lives but they are winning.

There’s no trophy for em, there’s no awards show, no recognition at all… just the knowledge of knowing that they did what they did… or that you had something done to you by a shy one.

What I’m referring to is the fact that shy guys win here, they win there, now what?

Why are shy guys winners?

Because there are a wealth of women out there who are looking for a shy guy. Someone unsure of himself, someone not SO confident, someone who isn’t like the last bastard you let into your life (or worse, your heart) someone who ISN’T the last bastard you let between your thighs.

Good looking, attractive, kinda quiet, not so much of an extrovert…

Why do some women want this kind of man?

Because shy guys are the equivalent of a blank canvas to a painter, a drum track with no beat or harmony, a church girl who says she’s never given head and ACTALLY hasn’t, a house that is yet to be painted.

A shy guy is a blank piece of paper for an experienced woman to get her hands on and generally fuck up if, and how, she wants to.

When I say fuck up, I don’t mean she’s wants to start giving him some Ike Turner life lessons. I mean, she wants to fuck him up. Sexually fuck him up.

Throw him down and play ‘tiger caught the prey’.

Grab his head and make him EAT THAT SHIT!

Don’t tell him what to do, MAKE him do it!

A blank canvas is the perfect thing to fuck up anyway you want. The canvas is blank so it doesn’t know any better… or worse.

If your a woman and you recently met a shy guy who seems rather introverted and not into a lot of things, he may be prime for a fucking up. 

I’m using the term ‘fuck up’ in terms of laying ’em down and REALLY giving them the dictionary definition of a good seeing to.

A hold-down, cramp inducing, hardcore, slobber knocker, brow sweating, pie eating, madness of a sex session.

This is what the shy guy gets to look forward to.

This is when a man gets to see a woman in her full, not giving a fuck, I’m going in and I’m bringing out a corpse, feel like life is sucking out of you, I can’t walk, I need to sleep orgasm mode.

When it comes to shy guys, you can either find a real shy guy or a normal guy playing a shy guy. Either way, a woman is looking to school, educate, THEN fuck him up.

A real shy guy, who doesn’t REALLY know anything about anything, will come to the table with shy requests, a shy voice and a shy disposition and be quite innocent and pure (to a point where you can TELL they are not experienced) and simply be like a lamb to the slaughter between your sheets.

A normal shy guy, who maybe role playing or isn’t REALLY a shy guy, could still make things interesting. They could still allow you to take out all your stress and emotions on them while you make them your submissive pussy eater. They MAY turn it around on you once in a while and give you something you wouldn’t expect from a shy guy but you expected that.

Both are useful, both types of men can give you an orgasm (depending how stressed you are and how HARD you wanna work it out).

But the B-side of the shy guy is that he may not be ready for such things that you are about to pull out on him, thus, not be able to HANDLE what you wanna do.

Ya shy guy may not be very experienced, in fact, he may not be experienced at all in the art of certain things but that just means you have to school him.

And when school is in session, you have carte blanche to do ANYTHANG and do it in the vein of ‘Oh, I’m just teaching you’.

The teacher might be a bit heavy handed and she may want to suffocate you during the lesson, but once you learned, you’ll be expected to showing what you’ve learned.

 If you are REALLY shy, don’t take too long to learn though.

Nothing worse than a pissed off woman who has a shy guy at her disposal and isn’t getting to take advantage the way she wants to because she has a real deal, awkward positioned, thinks the labia is the clitoris shy guy who needs a map to find your vagina.  

Shy guys don’t always finish last.
It’s not the open-minded, freaky deaky, do it up the rear seat folk who are getting all the loving.

Shy guys score too!

Like all the time…

I bet there is some shy guy somewhere in the world getting ridden by an angry woman like a wild stallion right now.

And, like a soldier, he is taking it.

He is letting her curse him out. (He knows she doesn’t really mean it)

He is letting her grab his face and mark up his skin . (Bruises heel.)

He wants her to scratch him. (It feels good.)

He’s a shy guy… he wants all those things, he just doesn’t know how to ask…
So go out there and get him…
And fuck him up!
As your coming, say Mr Oh taught you…

By Mr Oh

 

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Sleep partners

Fellas, ever been to see a girl and thought that, based on a previous interactions, you’ve been able to get a blowjob based on a simple phone call? But this time when you go round, you find that she just wants to… cuddle.
Or you get things started and as soon as they start, they end because she has suddenly decided that she’s not feeling it anymore?

Ladies, have you… I can’t really give you any examples because…well let’s face it, it’s rare to visit a guy and have him turn on the sleep partner control which kills any sex you were about to get or thought you were going to get and gives you a pillow, a side of the bed and a change of clothes and tells you good night…

UNLESS that’s always been the plan.

Ah ha, I got it…

Ladies, you may go round to see him or you invite him round. You both know what time it is so there is no room for misinterpretation. You’re there, it may be getting hot, and possibly on the way to heavy and he falls asleep.

Stone cold, no waking for hell nor heaven asleep.

If you have ever been in any of these situations or similar, than you have found yourself someone who is seeking a sleep partner.

Not a form of sex, though highly pleasureable, sleep partners are designed for one thing and one thing only… comfort.

A sleep partner is less of a partner and more of an electric blanket for those cold nights when the sheets are ice cold (ICE COLD) and you are tired of lying in one spot until the sheets warm up around you. Reading that description, you would think that there is no love or sensuality involved when it comes to sleep partners and they are just there… like luggage. But there is something a lot more sensual and close about having someone sleeping next to you.

The idea of having someone wrap their arms around you, hold you, breathe the same breath as you, having the skin on your bodies connect and warm each other up or cool each other down.

But it gives you the comfort.

Even if you don’t like the person to sleep ‘all up on you’ and you just like that fact that they are in the bed with you, its still the comfort of someone being there.

Now how do you find or secure a sleep partner?

How do you know who in your phonebook will give you the comfort you desire in order to scratch the itch that made you call them in the first place?

How can you be sure that the person you call won’t try to slip you the dick in your sleep or spend the night grinding against your back, or worst, try to put their dick in your mouth while your snoring?

How do you find out if the person is even down for that kind of thing?

 I don’t know, I’m not in your bed. There are tons of different ways. It could be the classic, ‘start on the bed and fall asleep and let them figure it out’, the original ‘it’s too late to go home’, the ‘you’ve had too much to drink to drive home’, the exciting ‘let’s watch a DVD into the wee hours’ and the lady-favourite, ‘awwww, I’ve just come on my period so we can’t do anything, but we can cuddle’.

 Bypassing all these, if your real deal Holyfield, you can just call someone up and tell them, ‘look, I need you tonight’.

Okay, maybe not so dramatic and serious, but you know what I’m marinating. You can call them up and tell them exactly what you want. And they know, instantly what time it is.

Spoon o’clock!

In order to choose a good sleep partner, specifically for the ladies, you have to think about who you call and what happened the last time you saw or spoke to them. If your last meeting was in between the sheets and, say he came quick, then he may not be interested in just sleeping. He’ll probably be thinking that your phone call is the start of some round two business where he will have the opportunity to show you how it REALLY goes down. Sleep might be out the question with this guy as you may find yourself trying to sleep through some hardcore grinding on your back and sides. His fingers may travel over your body every now and then and he is definitely gonna try to slip a finger in. (It may be slow fingers or quick, get em in there quick fingers.)

A man who you last saw maybe for a drink or dinner or just random conversation, who is only a friend makes the best sleep partner. He isn’t expecting anything from you sexually, he isn’t necessarily thinking this is the start of a relationship (unless you have both been TALKING bout dem ting deh) and he will definitely give you the comfort you thought he would…

That’s probably why he’s been thinking about wrapping his hands around you for the longest time. But he never has. I didn’t say he wanted to FUCK you, he just wanted to hold onto you. (Trust me, look in your phone and you’ll know who I’m talking about.

 The pleasure from a nice sleep partner session is a completely different to a session of arm restraining, leg wrapping, orgasm tasting sex. But, at the right time, a cuddle before sleep can just answer the right question in the right exam and make you sigh like all is right with the world.

 But if you’re lucky enough, you’ll be able to find someone who doesn’t mind being able to give you the regular loving morning, noon and night, dicking up and licking down, slurping and burping, spraying and slaying but nothing fells better than falling asleep with the person. The loving that builds you up and the journey to catch your breath on the way back down… together.

Sleep partners aren’t scaffolding for a lack of a relationship, but they do hook you up with the immediate closeness that you were looking for. Your skin connects, you can hear the breathing of another close to you and their body wrapped around you (or just laying next to you).

If your fucking them then you will sleep a lot sweeter… but not everyone is fucking their sleep partners.

 Maybe you should…

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Little Black book 2 cover…?

What do you think? Do you like it?

Does it work for you? What does it say to you?

Let a brother know… or let @blackartnudesuk know or Emerzy Corbin on FB…

But say SOMETHING….

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