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Do submissives exist?

He’s sitting there.
Or maybe he’s not depending on how you run your thang.
Maybe you’ve already put him to work.
Maybe you just like the idea of having him around before he gets to his true purpose for being with you.
After a moment, the mood in the air has changed from watching an episode of Csi to having him between your thighs while you’re looking down, watching him with his tongue extended making feather touches on your clit.

Have you ever met such a person? Or as they’re officially called Submissive pussy eaters.
I wrote a blog on such a subject two years ago on my blog Submissive pussy eaters and since then, have things changed?
Are there more men out there who are making themselves solely available for the purpose of eating you out?
Are the women of today still suffering the likes of Mr Non-eater or even worse sub-standard head that makes you think “you might as well have not bothered.”

Would you say you’re hearing from friends or experiencing yourself the experience of a submissive who you have an agreement with where the only thing they go there to do is eat you out?
They could come round and sit with you and just chill before you stop proceedings and just pull down whatever you have on and just say… “Heeeeeeeey, its that time? ”

Have you met such a person? Are you still suffering?
Or are you secretly enjoying the sweeting, no stringing, lip smacking, clit shining, head grabbing, eye contacting, dirty cursing, thigh kissing, eye rolling, tongue lashing, dominating, face cumming, no stopping head and keeping this lil piece of information to yourself?
Not telling anyone because you don’t want your dirty little secret to get out? (Little Black Book readers see what I did there…)

Do YOU have a submissive pussy eater in your possession?

Question 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…

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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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