Feel it in ya soul…

I am there
There is where I’m gonna be
With you and me
There will be no mystery
I’m an addict
And I love to please
So before you feel to leave
Or take away what I need
Let me do what I do to feed
Me and your legs will be at peace
Chase your libido for a release
And we keep working between the sheets
Still I want to eat
You in the morning
In the evening
Afternoon in the park
When the sun goes down before dark
From an orgasm I’m never far
I’m Indiana Jones when I whip that shit
I teach lesbians about head
Cuz I’d spend all day
Trying to do that to you quick
Or slow
You choose
But its completely my way
My show
Understand not you may
But I’ve decided already
I wanna make you come
Make you sigh
Make you forget about the world, bout your bills, bout your life
By the time I’m done you will be sleeping sweetly tonight
Do it for a reason
Unbeknownst to you
Wish I could say so
But that would mean that I knew
Hunger strikes
Your the meal
Your phone rings
Silent still
Just let me do what the fuck I want and no one gets hurt.
Cuz I feel it
Down deep
Where your pleasure sleeps
Your moans are my gold
Liquid release
So sweet
Do it different from the others who before me precedes
As long as you can feed me
In ya soul is where you feel me
Pleasing you is a necessity…
Call me Jamie Oh-liver
A quick horny recipe…

By Mr Oh

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Who has to work the hardest for supreme intelligence, men or women?

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There’s no lengthy intro or fancy words to describe what the hell this blog is about.

This is a simple, straight to the point question.

 

Who has to work the hardest when it comes to head; men or women?

 

This was a random thought I had when I was fighting through writer’s block and couldn’t string two words together.

I was thinking about oral sex, as per usual, and I could picture a man giving a woman some brilliant cunnilingus and then, on the other screen in my head, I could see a woman giving a man what can only be called the ‘Lethal’ treatment (shout out to Lethal Lipps with all that spit and shit).

 

And I thought, who has to work harder for the pleasure?

Is it women who have to measure up and work out how they’re gonna take the dick to the jaw or is it men, who have to analyze and formulate a plan of pussy attack before orgasms curl down their moustaches?

For me, this is an interesting question because when it comes to that goooooood intelligence (that’s slang for oral sex, just for you uneducated), you need to know what it is your partner likes.

You need to know HOW your partner likes.

You need to know what works best and what levels of best you should apply with your mouth.

You need to know what makes your partner’s chest rise and fall with no trouble at all.

 

But, when it comes to doing the damn thing with your lips and your tricks, it’s not as easy as it appears to be.

So, I’m gonna look at both sides and, at the end, come to a decision (pardon the pun) and say who has to work the hardest with their mouth for an orgasm. In my own opinion.

You may agree, you may disagree, you may be disgusted, you may lick your lips and suddenly feel in the mood to have your lower middle tickled just a little… let’s see…

 

So… let’s start with the ladies…

 

DO MY LADIES RUN THIS… nah, let’s not do that!

Ladies, let’s start with you.

When it comes to head, your quest for intelligence lies at the end of a blowjob.

The old dick in the mouth something.

 

When done right, it can be as good as actual intercourse and when done DAMN right, it can forgo the intercourse and make him buss and have to issue a “this has never happened before” type of apology.

But what about the giver of such knowledge? What about her battle to get her man to the happy place, which is either happy enough that he knows you’ve got skills, hard enough that he’s ready to fuck or wet and shrunk enough that he is laying there trying to catch his breath as an orgasm took him by surprise?

A woman will tell you that giving head isn’t as easy as they make it look. To us men, it looks like it’s as simple as bob, weave, dip, swirl, purse of the lips, lick, etc. but there’s a fair bit they have to take into account. Such as the size of the dick they’re about to conquer, the sensitivity, even the man himself is a factor.

Dicks are not easy to deal with. They grow, they shrink, sometimes they’ll blow before you know it.

But let’s start at the initial ‘suck’ part.

Not easy at ALL, especially if your one of those women with a small mouth and your facing a rather large dick before you.

If you have a generally medium-sized mouth and, in your sexual career, you’ve been known to deepthroat 8 inches with ease, you still have a lot to deal with. If you’re blessed with a disrespectful pair of full lips and the ability to deepthroat more length than he owns, you’ve still got a lot on your plate.

He could be a rough throat fucker, maybe he wants you to take it all the way down your throat and your only used to taking it up to your tonsils.

Maybe he likes his dick suck wetter than a beach towel in a tsunami and you can only muster up a battery-sized amount of spit.

Maybe he wants you to drop techniques only seen in porn, while your style is more Tulisa than Italia Blue.

Maybe he likes his balls licked and you think they look like weird meatballs and you don’t wanna do it.

And then there’s lockjaw… and that just sucks ass in general, no ladies?

 

There’s a lot to sucking a dick.

A lot of work, breathing techniques, wretch holding, hand twisting and multi-tasking involved and that’s before she has to deal with what to do with the orgasm once it arrives.

Does she swallow, does she not, does she take it to the face, does she take it on her breasts or does she bend the dick back and make him cum on himself?

It’s a big decision.

A big decision for a big moment.

Cuz dicks… they ain’t easy to take, orally that is.

 

 

But then, on the OTHER side of it, there’s the work that the men have to put in when it comes to cunnilingus.

The moment between a woman’s thighs.

For a man’s quest for supreme intelligence, he has to have his head game on a hundred, thousand, trillion as Kanye would say.

 

When it comes to giving a woman head, there is a LOT a man has to take into account. It’s not just about opening her legs and putting your mouth where you see a button.

She may not necessarily like her button dealt with in that way.

Maybe she wants her pussy fucked with a tongue.

Maybe she likes fingers added with a particular degree of moisture.

Maybe she wants single laps up and down with her lips held open.

Maybe she wants to hold your head and direct you.

Maybe she likes being able to face fuck you while calling you a ‘dirty fucker’.

 

Maybe she wants to do all those things and more… but, you have to be ready. And you have to be adaptable.

You have to be able to react and listen to her, respond to what she likes, repeat the thing that made her back arch and be willing to search for more.

And also fight off the lockjaw AGAIN.

 

(Head ain’t head until someone gets lockjaw!)

 

Then you have to make her cum. Now if you’ve decided to go down on a woman then you HAVE to make her cum from it.

That’s the unwritten rule!

You don’t go to Costco and leave with a plastic bag of items, you leave with boxes. As many as you can take!

With so many zones of enjoyment in and around the vagina, you have to learn, and learn quick, what she likes to the point that her hips rise and fall because it’s started to feel that good. When you find it and you work it, you could be there for seconds or double figure minutes.

That’s the roll of the dice that comes with cunnilingus.

 

 

Now, in my opinion, who has to work the hardest for that SUPREME intelligence?

No disrespect to women and the work they have to put in when it comes to slurping and burping on a man’s Melvin but you have it easy in comparison to men.

 

And I’ll tell you why.

 

Women, you have one straight, up standing piece of work ahead of you, and two small assignments hanging below. Because of the shape of the upstanding piece of work and the two small assignments, you don’t have to venture far away from a repetitive movement on any of the three.

You know any part of his dick you touch with your mouth is generally gonna make him feel like its all good in the hood.

Working your mouth in a sweet, delicious way will be the medicine for his sickness.

Sucking the head with a bit of a slurp sound will make him harder than he ever thought possible.

A deepthroat all the way to the base of him will make his dick venture past your mouth and into your throat, and that’s a whole different type of feeling.

Maybe a bit of a gag sound, maybe a whole LOT of a gag sound could help.

Add saliva from a wet mouth and the inclusion of hands and ladies, you LITERALLY have men by the balls.

You know you’ve got that easy work when you blow him for five minutes or less and he’s blowing harder than Chinese math.

That’s that woman who found a way to give maximum pleasure with minimal effort.

Not knocking ya at all.

In fact GOD BLESS YA!

But you DO have it easier.

 

Men? *sigh*

 

We DO have a task on our hands sometimes, don’t we?

That lockjaw kicks in like a muuug and you have to find an adaptive style that helps rest ya jaw but keep the pleasure coming.

It takes a hot minute to find that EXACT move or combination of moves that makes it feel the way it should.

Unlike the phallus of man, woman is built with a sugar-walled reception area, equipped with a button that likes to be pressed but only a certain way. Inside this reception area are lovely walls lean on and touch and, if you have the tongue length, you reach the place deep inside the reception room that only most dicks reach.

If you work it wrong, it can instantly close up and monkey wrench anything further between you. You know what I mean when she has to reach down and show you how it should be done. And not showing you in the sexy way either. I mean that annoyed way where you can damn near hear her huffing and puffing in frustration cuz you’re just not getting it. And that never feels good.

Of course it bruises the ego!

We’re men, and we’re proud and we think that if we are eating your pussy, we have the skill and the ingenuity to work around until we enter the right combinations to unlock an orgasm.

She may like it this way…

That way…

Front ways…

Back ways…

Softly…

Nibbled just a lil bit…

Licked hard…

Feather like touches just over the hood of her clit…

She may need that bullet motion where you keep as much pressure on her clit with your tongue as possible… then hum.

Maybe she likes her clit enveloped between two fingers while gripping a nipple, tonguing her pussy jussssssst inside and to the right while humming The Cosby Show theme tune.

Or the classic straight fuck the pussy with your tongue and try and get it in as far as you can!

 

Who knows, the possibilities are endless.

 

As much work as it CAN be to find the right grooves for the song, its still a pleasurable experience and, when done right, can be enjoyed more by the eater than the plate of food writhing in ecstasy.

There is nothing more GRRRRRRRREAAAT than making a woman cum using your mouth. Then have her look down at you like, “well where the hell did THAT come from?”

Maybe you get the audio, moaning, shuddering then breathing heavy version but the message is the same.

 

Really, it doesn’t matter how hard either sex works when it comes to delivering that supreme intelligence, as long as they are willing to put in whatever work is necessary to get the job done. Whether that job is simply pleasing, warming up for something else, cumming or just to fill the time, put that work in.

 

Represent with your mouth and supply that SUPREME INTELLIGENCE!

 

BUT…

I did also hear bisexual women apparently give THE best head so maybe that just negates my whole blog…

Damn women… always gotta win!

 

 

So says

 

Mr Oh

 

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The Right cheek grabber – an Oh story freestyle

She liked to sleep a lot.
So did he.
When she wasn’t working she was sleeping.
When she wasn’t sleeping, she was single.
When she was single, she was masturbating.

Whenever she was asleep, he always managed to catch some Zs.
He liked to listen to her sleep.
She didn’t mind.
She never really took notice of him.

But he did of her.
All the time.
He always listened to her.
He could tell the difference between her waking up in the middle of the night to put the heating on walk and her I need to pee, quick step.
He’d lay on his side with his back to her and listen as she would play with herself.
The sound and feel of the mattress as it creaked with her self-pleasure.
They never interacted.
That was exactly how he liked it.
They were like ships at sea.
When she would get up, shower and go to work, he’d get up and stretch his legs.
Make a sandwich, a coffee and hot chocolate and watch Loose Women in his birthday suit.

Boredom would make him reach for her computer and masturbate to the porn she “hid” on her computer.
Semi-boredom would make him go into her dirty clothes hamper, wrap her worn panties around his dick and jerk a 15 minute nut.
They were just not on the same page.
He knew she would never understand about him so he decided not to share the nasty things he really wanted to do.

The best way to exercise his fantasies was when she was asleep.
Lay down watching porn on his phone, waiting until she fell asleep, he’d roll over and softly caress her skin.
Watch her face, her eyes flicker during a dream, goodsebumps rise on her skin in the cold.
He couldn’t help slowly lifting the covers off her skin and staring at her ass while she slept.
He loved to watch her best when she lay on her stomach with one leg straight and one leg bent.

That Chenice… that deliciously sexy Chenice.
Sleeping.
He’d brush her hair away from her face, inhale her breath as she breathed, play with her nipples like he was moving his thumb on a Playstation controller.
Chenice liked that.
She inhaled and exhaled with a pleasureable moan.
He lived for those moments when she would lay on her back during the summer, kick the covers off and spread her legs.
He loved those positions so much he’d wake up, dip between her legs then softly lick her pussy through her panties.
Using the light of his phone, he’d enjoy watching the wet patch his tongue would make on her panties.
If he did it right, Chenice would raise her hips to him in her sleep while parting her thighs more.
If he was really lucky, she’d turn over onto her front and he’d get the opportunity to part her cheeks.
He’d loved when that happened.
That was the moment he’d get to lick her asshole, which was his thang to do. He knew she didn’t like it when she was awake but he did. And he needed his needs met.
Taking two fingers and sliding them between her legs then using the scent to masturbate to.
He loved the smell.
It was so delicious to his senses.
His dick would get hard every time.

Listening to her masturbate by herself, hearing her talk dirty to herself as she fought NOT to come to prolong the orgasm for longer than three minutes.
He could hear her squeeze three fingers and sloosh inside her pussy.
The sound of Chenice squeezing her nipples came in a squeak.
He was there when she squirted for the first time.
And the second time.
He came with her when she did it the third time.
He masturbated and stuck a finger in his ass when she did it the fourth time.
He was asleep when she did it the fifth time.
The sixth time she squirted, he recorded the audio on his phone and listened to it when she was at work.
He made the sound his ringtone the seventh time she squirted.
He almost freaked out when she squirted the eighth time and broke the bed.
She screamed for God when she did it the ninth time.
And he moaned out loud when she squirted the tenth time.

Her right butt cheek was his favourite thing to play with though.
Meaty, perfectly rotund and with the most spot-on piece of cuppage he’d ever seen on a booty.
Once or twice, he got so into rubbing his dick between her ass cheeks, he bent down and bit her. She awoke suddenly and he had to return to his side of the bed and act like he was asleep.
He’d listen to her fall asleep before spitting on the end of his dick and grinding his dick between her cheeks until he came.
Chenice hated getting cum on her skin so he’d cum into his hands, then clean it up with tissues he always kept nearby.

He’d give her a soft nibble.
A light tap.
A pinch.
He couldn’t help it.
He almost got caught once or twice.
He didn’t care, he’d been doing it for so long.

Chenice didn’t care.
She didn’t know he was there.

She was a heavy sleeper and was so used to living alone, she didn’t notice the man sleeping under her bed.
She didn’t notice the pillows that were flipped over and smelled of man when she went to work and came home.
She didn’t notice the sweaty ass patch on her sofa from the man masturbating in front of her wide screen TV.
She never noticed the cutlery he used and washed while she was away at work when he needed something to eat.

Chenice was a deep sleeper so she didn’t wake up when he licked her so softly over her panties once that he made her cum in her sleep. She woke up moments later breathing as if she woke up from a wet dream. During that moment, her hips were rising and falling in her sleep as she called out for someone called Darryl.

He didn’t know who this Darryl was but he knew he wasn’t here to please her.
But he was.
He was ALWAYS gonna be there.

As long as she didn’t know he was there, the more he’d be there.
For her.

He always did it for her.
He did it for Chenice.

And her amazing right cheek.

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The anticipation coloured in mind masturbation

We’re all grown folks here, right?

So we know the difference between good sex, poor sex and sex so bad that you have to tell ya friends about it.
For this blog post, its not even about any form of sexual contact whatsoever.
It’s not about oral sex, foreplay, intercourse, anal visitation or aural education… It’s about the mind!

The mind and the power it holds during or preceding a sexual moment.
Maybe its me… Maybe I’m getting old and I’m a fan of dying arts but, you know what I like?
Mind sex. But its like mind sex you have with yourself.
Mind masturbation if you will.

That moment when you’ve made your phone call, you’ve sent your email, you’ve tweeted that tweet and your sexual escapade has been arranged with someone who you KNOW will give you the pancakes and syrup. That ride em cowboy feeling. That ‘did someone just open a tap on my dick’ type of head. And its that memory and that knowledge that makes you paint a picture of just how amazing it could be when you see them again.
The last time you saw them, you may have had a suttin suttin that made your toes curl, your eyes roll back…. Shiiiiiiit, you may have done something totally against your grain like licked some ass or swallowed suttin you don’t usually swallow. All because it was such a sexual experience, it made you cum out of your comfort zone.

So now, you’ve made that contact and the reply has been positive. The first thing you do, before anyone has arrived, is you start to remember the last time you shared yourself with that person.
Ladies, holla if you hear me when you remember the last time he had your legs on his shoulders and it all felt righteous.
Fellas, you know what I’m talking about when you’ve set up a meeting with that she that gives that amazing head.

It’s that, “oooooweeeee, I’m gonna get seeeeeeeen to…” feeling that comes over you and possibly pre-moistens lips, erects nipples and causes rises in otherwise limp penises.

Think about the last time you saw that person in your life who turns you the fuck out. I mean that person who made you think, “this is the best sex EVER!!!’
(If your yet to have that kinda sex then… Sorry bout that…)
And right now, you let that person know that you need them to come and ring your bell. Not just some lil one ring… You need a multiple ring.
Or at least two or three REAAAAAAL good rings.

You know they are coming to see you. To do things to you that you know they can do and they can do well.

15 minutes away…
You are getting yourself mentally prepared for the sexiness that is about to go down. Your mind is hoping they’ll do that thing that felt SOOOOO damn good last time… Maybe with a twist.

10 minutes away…
Your mind is flicking thru the scenes of your last encounter and you just wish they would get there and do what they have to. They know what it is. You know what it is. All that’s stopping you is distance, which is closing slowly…
Even that thought turns you on…

5 minutes away…
WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?
The sweet anticipation of earlier is now an animalistic hunger.
Your mind has given you the complete overview of that amazing feel good head. Nipples have risen in hope of that same type of orgasm that made them Chinese arithmetic hard. Whatever you have on is what they’ll find you in.
You wonder how to greet them. Small talk, the offer of a drink or you just say fuck all that and literally tackle them.

They arrive…

And you see them… And all that anticipation comes into one silent moment.
Because you know its about to go DOWN!!!

By Mr Oh

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Tips about the tip

The inspiration for this blog post came from a voice I keep hearing in my head.
It’s a male voice and I imagine a lot of women have heard such a voice when its time to get down with the get down.
Usually said with a dose of heavy breathing, maybe some strong eyes locked and the sound of persuasion in his voice.
Bodies pressed together and its the moment when the dick either goes in or it doesn’t.

I’m talking about the moment when he says, “lemme just put the tip in…”
It’s a hilarious sentence in my head. It sounds like the most beggy beggy of statements but it pops up nonetheless.
That moment when everything leading up to it has been ten out of ten perfect. The foreplay got him warmed up perfectly and the head probably made him almost cum. Building him up so nicely that the only way to continue would be for him to slide in between her walls with no barrier between.
It’s already known and understood between him and her that when he says “lemme just put the tip in”, its not just the tip he wants to put in.
I mean, come on, how many times has it actually just been the tip that he’s put in?
When someone has fries, and someone says, lemme have one, they don’t take just one do they? No sirreeee… They take a combination of three or four because they know one will not do.
The tip is not enough to quench his curious thirst about how smooth and slick her sugar walls feel. For him to REALLY kill the curiosity cat, he’d have to taste a few strokes. Maybe a couple more strokes. And a few more after that.
Out the window goes unplanned pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases and morals.
At that moment, all he wants is to feel.
So is the power of a woman’s vagina that no sloppy head or rubbing the dick against your clit will do.
All he wants is to be inside you.

The offer is just the tip..  but in his mind, he is thinking that if he can get the tip in, then he can convince you to let him stay there once he’s got a few strokes going.
Strokes that you will like enough to let him stay there.

Any woman reading this, maybe you’ve been there. You’ve heard him say that sentence, which comes in many variations, and maybe you let him.
Maybe you felt the tip and THEN some slip in. Maybe it felt nice. Real nice.
That damn tip.
Ever asked him to take it out after a few strokes more than the tip?
He wasn’t a happy camper was he?
Nope, because, to him, it wasn’t the plan to just put the tip in.
He wanted more than the tip all along. So you asking him to vacate the party absolutely pissed him off.
He’s thinking, “well you already let me in for free, why ask me to leave now? I’m already here.”
Tell a man to pull out and he’ll probably say something along the lines of, “c’mon babe, just lemme stay here for a second”, “I won’t cum I promise” or “I’m already here…”
The classic is to continue to convince you with some well placed strokes that, he hopes, will reach that part of your pussy that controls your decision-making and you change your mind like, “well that last stroke DID feel good, okay then, stay for the rest of the party.”

Regardless of if he’s just met you or you’ve been seeing him for a while or if your in a relationship and its the first time you’ve had sex, he’s been sizing you up the whole time, wondering if he can get away with throwing the request in and getting away with it.
It’s like the episode of Friends when Chandler took Joey to view Richard’s apartment. (Richard being Monica’s ex.) When they got there, Chandler found a tape with Monica’s name on it and he and Joey assumed it was a sex tape. And what did Joey say?
“If a woman says yes to being taped, she’s not gonna say no to much else.”

That is the thinking of a man that says, “lemme put the tip in…”
He hopes his dick, unsheathed and strong, will convince you that the tip is worth it. And if he can get you to come round to seeing things his way, you won’t say no to much else.

This isn’t a post that is judging anyone who DOES let him leave the tip in. I know dick can be a convincing sunnuvabiscuiteater when its ready.
And he’s hoping that he has the slick power of an Apprentice winner to convince you, with his dick, that, behind the tip, is the width and girth of a good dick that will feel amazing.

The hope of the tip is the hope of a man being able to charm a woman enough that her choices and decisions to NEVER let a man put the tip in get thrown out the window.
Trust me, ask any man who’s put the tip in and I’ll bet you he put more than the tip in. And he felt like the BAWSE afterwards.

The tip is not just about getting someone, who may already disagree, to agree to unprotected sex.
It’s about being able to be charming enough, smooth enough, that damn slick enough to break her down enough that she becomes so embroiled in the moment that she let’s you.
There’s an element of power shifting going on when they decision is made by a woman.
Once she’s made that decision, tip in or no tip in, he knows whether he’s GOT you or not.
A woman has all the power in the world when that choice comes up.
Believe me, tell a man he can’t put the tip in and watch him deflate. Not physically but it’ll mean to him that he wasn’t slick enough to make you change your mind.
It’s a slap to his ego.

For some men, agreeing to the tip means every sexual encounter you have from then on, he won’t have to ask. He’ll just come to the party without having to ask. It’ll be expected.

The tip is an unspoken power struggle between a man and a woman.
But, don’t think the tip JUST means the tip.

It’s SoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo much more than that.

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Mr Oh

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Splash and pleasure…

I was on Twitter the other day and up popped a reply from one of my followers(@MsCaramelCrunch) . Not to anything I had said but just a reply to something random.
So I went in search of the original comment cuz the reply looked interesting and (@siobhansings) said something along the lines of “if you have cum on you, you have no respect for yourself.”

And I thought, ‘huh?’

Has she never had the pleasurable splash of an orgasm that says ‘job well done’?
Has she never been so into a blowjob that she ignores the throaty moans that say, “I’m gonna cum…” – and just stayed there for it?
Has she never been FUCKED to a point where an unknown entity creeps out of her and begs for his orgasm to be splashed over her?

Really?
Do people still exist who are unable to take a bit of cum to the skin?
I thought they phased out with video tapes and 8ball jackets.
Not saying that we’re talking about porn scene style feats of close up shots of sperm to the lips, eyes and nose.
But then again, why not?
There are plenty of men and women out there who like their sex with an orgasm painted over them like paint on walls.
Some folk out there, present company included, like it when an orgasm is dripping off their chin, needing to be wiped saucily with the back of a hand.

It’s a beautiful thing.
If you are a woman who has, in her sexual career, let a man cum on her, you know what I mean.

It’s like a rush.
The moment you hear him building up to the feeling. Then there’s that momentary pause before it hits. Wherever it hits, you feel the heat of it and the rush hits you. If your lucky it may heighten the orgasm you were/are having.
A real delicious woman won’t be afraid to play with it

If she likes to watch him cum then she’ll take a standard missionary with him on top so she can watch him pull out and cum on her stomach. But, this lady, who likes a bit of cum on her, likes to watch it happen. If he shoots particularly high, she likes it even more.

Same with a guy.
A man having his face sat on is not gonna hear a woman building to an orgasm then slide his face out to miss it.
Hell no sah!
He’s gonna keep his face exactly where it is. Down low, between your open thighs and grinding hips looking up at you like, “you BETTER cum in my mouth.”
Because he wants it.
He wants it for the work he’s put in getting you to the orgasm point in the first place.
So, like a job where you get paid for work you’ve DONE, taking that orgasm to the face, hopefully sliding down your neck, down your cheeks and past your nose, is the confirmation that you didn’t just make her cum but you get to FEEL that orgasm.
Trust me, there’s nothing like the feel of a woman’s pussy pulsating on your lips next to vibrating thighs that keep on throbbing.
And this is from a guy’s perspective. I can imagine a womn enjoy it twice as much.

But this has absolutely NOTHING to do with his or her self-respect.
If you can’t enjoy sex and feel the need to sometimes throw self-respect, pride and other shit like that out the window, then you may not be reaching the height of what you truly like sexually. Because you are withholding from yourself.

If a woman likes to suck a man’s dick, call him Daddy and tell HIM to cum on her face, that doesn’t mean she’s lacking respect for herself.
Some people like to reenact rape fantasies during sex, doesn’t mean there’s suttin wrong with em. That’s just what they like.

You could have the most physically, mentally, spiritually strong woman want her man to flip her doggystyle, fuck her till he’s about to cum then pull out and massage his dick between her ass cheeks until he cums on her back.
Does it make her a tramp, a bitch, a whore?
Depends if she likes to be called that really.

Basically what I’m saying is, its nonsense thinking to say that you deciding to let someone get their cum on you is a sign of your lack of self-respect.
If anything, its a sign that you are now at a point in your sex that you KNOW you are comfortable enough to go there, take it there and enjoy the fact that you went there.

You knew what you wanted, you got what you wanted and you got it how you wanted it.
Where’s the lack of self respect in that?

*drops mic*

By
Mr Oh

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Little Black Book – the trilogy – by Mr Oh

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Givers keep on giving…

We do don’t we?
We can’t help it and, to be honest, we don’t want to.
Why? Because we are givers.

And we rule the motherfucking world!
Folk out there are looking for us en masse because they know we exist.
They KNOW that we rule and they would like to experience what it means to truly be ruled by a giver.
If you’ve never met a giver, then may the spirit of sex come along and ruin your next orgasm with a phone call or someone knocking on your door as you are seriously slacking on your macking.

A giver is the person that throws a particular sex rule out of the window. It’s not really a sex RULE but its an unspoken sidenote, which is, when it comes to oral sex, there should be a fair amount of give and take involved.
But, to a giver, that isn’t the way they are necessarily thinking.

A giver is someone who throws that out of the window and says to themselves, “fuck this, I’m HAPPY to be where I am… Just… Leave me here for a while…”

You see a giver isn’t thinking, ‘oh no, lemme not give him too much head cuz he only gave me 2 mins of mediocre head’ or ‘she didn’t even make my dick wet when she went down… She only deserves a clit lick or two then I’m done…’

To a giver, that’s too much thinking. Because when they get down to getting down, they WANT to be there as much as you want them there.
There is nothing they would rather be doing than watching and hearing the pleasure they are putting on the person at their whim. No thinking of time or performance levels or an early orgasm, they are jus happy to be there. Doing what they do best.
See givers are folk who already KNOW that their head game is top notch, so they know that while they spend time between your thighs, you are having the time of your life.

Think about the last time you got head from a giver. Head from someone who wasn’t instantly trying to slip the dick out of their mouth before they’ve expolored how deep they can take it. Head from that person who stays down there above and beyond the amount of time you thought they would.
They weren’t scared to put you in a number of prime intelligent positions to get that brilliant oral sex that you really needed.

Many people have givers sitting right next to em but don’t know it because they think that their own excitement is what fuels the giver to give in such an exciting fashion. But that’s not it.

See, we’re excited to be there because WE want to be.
We like the whole shebang of a head moment.
For a man or a woman giving head to a woman, we like the whole moment. From approaching the thighs, making them separate, inhaling the first scent of vagina in your personal space. Listening to the flesh on flesh moisture sound of the lips parting just for your mouth to impart the knowledge that you know will improve however they were feeling before you got between their thighs.
For a woman, or a man, who likes to suck a dick, they know how they feel when they watch or feel a dick get hard for them at the prospect of what you are about to do to them. They instant stiffness that grows when they are touched, when they are revealed, when they are released.

A giver’s technique is that of porn experts and multiple orgasm teachers.
They know ways to make you cum with their mouths that you probably never knew existed.
But that’s what you get when a giver crosses your thighs.

They are not just working for you, they are working for themselves. For your pleasure as much as their own. The sound of your moan feeds their groan. The taste of liquid in their mouth makes them please you more.

Ultimately, a giver wants to give you what you already want. They know what you like and how you like it and they even have the cajones to implement new things without testing them first because they KNOW you will like it.
A giver won’t shy away from taking an orgasm to the face.
A giver will know the many techniques you like that make your toes curl, your hands reach out to tap out and force them away from between your thighs.
A giver is good at what they do and that thought feeds them in their pursuit, not just to please you but to show you that they know what they are doing.

If you are a giver and you are GOOD at what you do, then keep doing your thing. I know and share the sentiment and the feeling you get when you reduce your partner to a wreck of a heavy breathing, eyes squinting, mind lock down, crazy facial expressing mass of human flesh who cannot seem to move or understand what just happened to em.

Givers rule…
There’s nothing more that can be said.

By Mr Oh

Little Black Book – the trilogy – by Mr Oh

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