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The sound of you…

HelloOoOoOoOoOo… Ladies and gents…
It’s been a minute or three since my last blog post and I can only put that down to a degree of premature writers block.

But last night, while staring at the moon, thinking nothing but sexy, borderline ethically questionable  thoughts, something simple came on me… I mean came to me…

Sounds.
Something I’ve never really written about but touched on before.
When it comes time for the get down with the get down, there’s a BEVY of absolutely delicious noises and sounds that, if concentrated on, can be sweet sounds that you’ll be remembering long after orgasms have sprayed and multiple shakes have subsided.
More often these days, people like to turn the lights off or have their favourite sex mixtape playing in the background.  But what they do is wallpaper over the beauty of the original structure. Translation, you miss a lot of sexy, memorable moments that you can replay over and over again when your in the mood to think about the last time you had your body given the business.
For example, a lady or man generally not happy with their body shape will have the lights out before underwear comes off… But the darkness then takes away a lot of delicious moments of sight that don’t need any special moves or tricks in order to create a turn on. The darkness doesn’t let you watch your hand slide down your partners body, or watching her back arch and her cheeks wobble when she’s riding him. For her, she doesn’t get to watch the moment when, after a little bit of that machine gun speed, he decides to slow down and slow stroke you as you lift your legs back and hold your thighs open for him.
Ladies know how delicous that moment is to feel… But to watch as well? It puts the vision with the feeling.
Watch it. Feel it.
And listen to it.

The sweet sugar nectar of the right SOUNDS of sex can be just as important as stamina, knowledge of different positons, patience, etc.

I’ll be the first person to suggest slow jams for sexy time but I’ll be the first, second and third to tell you to shut the music off and just listen to the person your making love to, fucking, slamming, linking, banging, tasting, basting or just sucking or fingering.
This is the type of subject I don’t really need to talk about as your own memories of sounds you’ve heard that turn you on should be circling your mind right now…

Of course its different strokes for different folks but you know what you like to hear, don’t you?
You may be a person who likes to hear the sound of their partner moaning in their ear. Or you may like to hear the clap of a hand on a butt cheek.
Your sound of moist choice could be the sound of her sucking and re-slopping saliva on your dick while its in her mouth or the sound or his tongue as it slurps thru your lips.
It could be the sound of a good long stroke from tip of his dick all the way to his balls, as her lips cream the length of him.
Your love of sounds could go as deep and intricate as the sound of her grabbing the sheets and squeezing for dear life…
Great sounds, and the rather obvious ones, are when your partner is moaning and groaning as your grinding and making them feel the intensity you want to deliver.
Or those niche sounds such as the sound of spit slapping on a clitoris before rubbing your dick in it before slipping it inside her.
The sound of wet pussy flicking, the sound of someone sucking air thru their teeth cuz the movement feels too damn sweet.
Those random mumblings that your partner mutters to themselves as they’re thrown into their favourite position… Those Muttley mumbles…

As I said before, its different strokes for different folks and some people don’t even like to hear the sounds of sex. They’re not really a fan of the sounds of hot, sticky skin slapping against each other. So they prefer to drown out, or remix their favourite sex songs with their moans.
But, and I can only speak for my freak, those sounds can sometimes be the thin line between coming before time and going on for another four hours.
There is something to listen to in every facet of sex that is twice as good as a sex song with harmonies and melodies.
You are the song, the beat, your body is the instrument, chemistry with your partner is the lyrics and your bed is the studio.

Each section of sex has human music in it, ready for you to download and listen to whenever you want to.

Foreplay – that moment when he first sees her. That moment when the world stands still when she opens the door and sees him standing there. She pulls him in and he pushes her against a wall, his face immediately directed to her neck while heavy breathing. His body excited at being in her presence. Her breath getting quicker as he kisses the spot in her neck that melts her. She moans, he gets harder and kisses her neck for longer. She reaches for her clothes, ready for him. The sound of her bra clasp opening, her heels coming off and clapping on the floor. The sound of her jeans sliding down her thighs.

Oral sex – if you can’t find something to listen to while some oral sex is going down then your either doing it wrong or someone is short changing you.
The sound of your partners mouth on your body parts should be all you need.
The sound of her concentrating on the dick she’s sucking, spitting and licking back up, taking it deeper to the point she gags.
His moans of set me free when she sits on his face, with a moan escaping his mouth with every rotation of her hips.

Saccharine entry – if you have both turned each other on enough, he should be hard as steel and she should be as wet as car wash.
The initial sound of pussy lips parting for the head of a strong, thick erection – the slight slop and sticky sound, the skin against skin, the deeper it gets, the wetter it sounds.
She moans.
He groans.
She grinds.
He withdraws.
She sighs.

Then before you know it. The pussy gets wetter, her moans get louder, the slip slap slop between the thighs gets more and more moist.

The whole time, you are mentally downloading what you hear.
It’s like automatically recording the signs that tell you that you are having good sex.
Things that you can take back to your bed and masturbate to as you remember that exact moment.

Sounds in sex are very important. Sex without sounds is like black people and no chicken or the Wookie defence (for you South Park heads).
It makes no sense.

Sex is in the mind as well as the rest of the body and with more impetus on the strength of a good dick game and the ferocity and freedom with which women give head, little joys of sex such as the sounds we like to hear are seen as an afterthought.

Me?
I like to hear everything from the sound of panties pulled half off, to a moan while taking a dick to the back of her throat, wet pussy, heightened sexual pleasure, multiple orgasms, everything you can hear, I’m involved.

So the next time you get some, don’t play any music, don’t turn the lights off…
Just watch.
And listen.
Enjoy the SOUND of sex.

By Mr Oh

Little Black Book – the trilogy – by Mr Oh

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The Rapist Fantasy

Hello…

My name is… well you know what my name is…
You know who I am.
You’ve told me what to do and how to do it so I don’t have to introduce myself.

I know my face looks familiar but, behind these eyes is someone different. And that’s what this blog is about.
It’s about him. Or the him you want me to be.
You want this ‘him’ to have my face and my body but you want ‘his’ actions to be those of someone a lot different than me.

You want me to be him every now and then, just to make it more interesting when you are being ‘taken’.
Now not EVERYONE wants this ‘him’ around due to things they have experienced in their own lives which have left a sour taste in their mouths.
But some of you do.

You want me to be your rapist.

It is your fantasy that you want me to be that guy who doesn’t ask you to have sex, you want me to be him that takes the sex from you. With a forearm across your neck and some foul language in your ear, you want me to fuck you by force.
There is something about the idea of being so totally out of your own control and being MADE to do this and THROWN into place to do that and damn near had dick rammed into you.
You can’t explain what it is about me in this mode because, by society’s norms and even prison hierarchies, a rapist is the lowest of the low.
But, on the other hand, not everyone’s libidos and mojos conforms to what society dictates. You could be one of those people who will watch a film like Derailed and be quite disgusted by the rape scene in the hotel room or the French film Irreversible with the rape scene in the underground walkway. But then you could be that person who watches those scenes and is intrigued at the same time.
You can’t explain it, there’s just something about having that control taken away that turns you on. There’s not something wrong with you. It’s just the way it is.

Now when it comes to the actual sex, you may want me to truly play the rapist role to the fullest. Barring any punching and kicking, you want it be as authentic as possible.
We may play the fantasy role… you leave the door open, I sneak in quietly, maybe pick up a knife from the kitchen as I go. Sneak into the bedroom, put all my weight on you and pin you down with a scarf around my face, run the cold steel of the knife up your body and tell you that I’m going to rape you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
You may want to try and fight me off, but that just adds to the fantasy.
Take my dick out while your struggling, force your thighs open, spit on my hand and force myself inside you., while looking at you, telling you that I’m raping you and you like it, no you LOVE it… you want me to do it more. And more and more and more…
Stab the knife into the bed next to your head and hold your head so you stare at it, making you feel like I may actually use it on you if you don’t do what I say.
Arrest your arms in such a way that you can’t fight me off, all you can do is take the dick that is being served to you.

Before anyone reads this and thinks I’m teaching people how to LITERALLY rape, as opposed to playing out the fantasy of a rape situation, please fix up ya thinking.
This is the kind of thing that two people enjoying sex and the numerous fantasies can play together. Some of you are playing with the rape fantasy just by enjoying really rough and tough sex.
Your level of roughness is where its at.
A spank here, some hair pulling there, some ram the dick deep into you over there, arm holding here, forearm around the neck there, etc, etc, etc.

For example, ladies if you’ve ever played the ‘fuck you, you can’t do shit to me’ game while he is fucking you, knowing that it’ll drive him crazy enough to start fucking you some rough kinda way? That’s experimenting cuz you WANT him to do some shit to you in a rough kinda way.

But…. and this is the important part… you cannot play out these fantasies without having discussed it with your partner first.
You, as the guy or girl, could, in the middle of a sex session, mention you wanna rape your partner, not knowing that, in the past they experienced a real life, non-fantasy experience that will pause your sexual cause and upset them in a way where they won’t necessarily wanna have sex anymore at that moment.
It’s the kind of thing you have to be sure that they will be down with, otherwise you could be creating a highly awkward situation for yourself and your partner.

But to those of you out there that like to experiment with a rape fantasy, you know just what I mean and you and your partner know just how good and BAD (but in a good way) it feels to be able to take it there.

And please don’t think that this type of fantasy is just about a man doing it to a woman… there are some men out there who would like to experience the fantasy of being raped by a woman. Due to the fact that its men who are seen as the aggressors in rape situations, its an interesting experience to have all your control taken away and you are forced to do what you are told to do.

Again, this is just about fantasy… this isn’t about going out and forcing yourself upon someone against their will, thus committing a crime.
That’s some arrest that bitch ass shit…

I’m talking about both parties knowing what’s going on and how its gonna happen…

How do you know if your partner is into that kinda thing?
You gotta find out.
Everyone is different so some people may like it if you whisper in their ear, “I’m gonna rape you”, some may like to engage in conversation first, some may like to discuss the ins and outs of a particular rape scene in a film.
Some may not like it at all…

Whatever it is, its all fantasy… a game… if you don’t like it, don’t do it…
But if you do, then get your experimenting ass on the bed and don’t move… cuz I’m about to do something to you.

By Mr Oh

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100 posts and cumming…

So, here we are…

Another blog post… but not just ANY blog post…
This is my 100th blog post…
The BIG one double zero…

SO for such a monumental post, I thought I would just say hello and thanks to all the readers and commentators and subscribers of Mr Oh’s Little Black Musings.
It was this time last year that I was told that I should create a blog because I seem to have a lot to say on the subject… the subject being sex.

And in the last year, I’ve written 99 blog posts (but a bitch ain’t one hit me) on sex from grey pussy hair to the ins and outs (no pun intended) of pussy eating to the right kind of song to listen to when you’re fucking to the orgasms that make you kick your partner off the bed.
And the funniest thing is that those topics are only the tip of the iceberg of what I’ve written.
This blog hasn’t meant to be a ‘how-to’ guide of sex nor is it supposed to be a man bashing blog, telling dudes the best way to get their partners to have good orgasms (but I have addressed a few direct issues).
I’ve written all my blog posts from the view of someone who just LIKES sex. In every sense of the word LIKE.
Okay, I LOVEEEEEEE sex… but, not like a hungry man who’s just trying to get as much sex as possible. I love the ART of sex.

If you don’t know about the art of sex then you, my friend, are slacking on your macking and you may need to read over a blog or two to see what I mean.
The art of sex can be found in the little things we take for granted during those Isley Brothers moments (*sings* in between the sheets….)
I mean, take for example, kissing.
For some people, kissing is just something you do just before you try and grab a breast or try slip a finger beneath the panty elastic.
But the beauty of kissing and the art of it, like, the way a hand sliding up and down a face can make someone feel completely different and heighten a situation or the way you can suck a bottom lip (or borrom lip) that can make a woman sigh in a ‘well GOOD GAWD DAMN’.
(And if you’re wondering why I refer to the kissing aspect as men trying it is because women GENERALLY appreciate kissing more than men do.)

From the day I started the blog, I just wanted to write about sex in a way that I wouldn’t be able to write about in my books ( that’s Little Black Book by Mr Oh via Amazon and all good online retailers – FYI)

There’s tons of stories that I could write about sex but there are also hundreds upon thousands of subjects about sex that I could blog about. And that’s what’s made this blog so much fun.
One thing I really enjoy doing is offering my blog subjects out to people… just to see what people want to read but more importantly, what subjects people wanna know about.
I’m no expert… hell no…
*Clay Davis voice* sheeeeeeeeeet….

We all have bad days where we come quicker than we thought we would. I’m just a normal dude with a penis and two testicles.
Like most people, I’m a watcher.
You know what I mean? When I’m out, I like to watch people and see what they do and how they do it, sometimes make stories up about where they could be going or what they could be going to do.
Sex is the same.
You may find me with my eyes open at particular times but that’s because I just like to watch and see… and witness things that you may miss when you close your eyes.
As you can tell from my blog, I’m an avid, excited and sing it from the rooftops pussy eater who just LOVES to get down with the get down (no head push necessary).

You’ll probably find me down there before any kisses have been exchanged. Call me nasty, call me a bowcat, call me a carpet muncher… in fact call me dem tings… if that’s what people need to feel comfortable about themselves and what they do between the sheets then go right ahead.
See, with pussy eating, when men spend all their time cursing us eaters, they aren’t thinking about the actual idea of pleasing their partner, which is what its all about. They spend all the time thinking about the actual taste of pussy, the feel of having a pussy in your mouth or the idea of being beneath a woman in that way.
Not really thinking of how good she’ll feel or the power of orgasm she could possibly endure or the possible repercussions that could result from giving a woman the tongue action she deserves.
Let’s just say, if you give a woman that good head, she’ll hit you with a good plan B to go with her plan J…
Slop, mess an all that goodness…

But that’s just me though.

This blog was just meant to be a simple venting of my apparently overly sexual way of thinking and things that I felt needed to be said about sex because, as I said, I LOVE sex.

In today’s society where sex is becoming more and more cheap and looked at as a goal to reach or a prize to win, its folk like myself who are trying to keep the beauty of the act alive and kicking for the GROWN FOLK out there who enjoy it the same way I do.

This blog is:

For the people who like to take their time and watch the dick going in and coming out misty and creamy.

For the people who liked to be looked in the eye while they give head.

For the people who like to be slammed against a wall and have their hands held above their heads.

For the freaks who KNOW of their own freaky status and are PROUD of it.

For the animals out there who love to give head almost as much, if not more, than they like to receive.

For the saucy ones out there who like the taste of someone else smeared across their face.

For the downright deplorable mofos who like to use their tongue to flick it on someone’s ass.

For the freaks who know they are freaks without having to use it as a line to TRY and get someone to sleep with them.

For the free spirits who three and foursome it up…

My blog is for you.
Not gonna lie, I was thinking about stopping at 100 posts but in my mind and my libido, I feel like there’s quite a few subjects I’m yet to cover so I’m just gonna go on and on and on…

So, again, thank you for reading it, thank you for offering subjects for me to write about and thank you for your comments, subscriptions, your retweets, your sentence jacking and all round appreciation for what I do…

Here’s an Ohmage taken from my new book Little Black Book Volume 2 that is coming out real real REAL REALLLLLL soon…
Nuff love to ya…

(Really, look at the ROTATION on that caboose… wait until Little Black Book Volume 2 comes out… oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo chillllle)

Peace and hair grease…

Mr Oh

P.S. – Little Black Book Volume 2 is coming soon.

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I love that spot


I don’t know what to call this.
Some would say it’s a dedication, some would say it’s a moment of appreciation, some would say I’m just being my usual perverted self, but whatever you wanna call this, enjoy it.

Because I do.
I just love to sometimes kneel down and look at it face-to-skin. Sometimes I like to run my tongue over it and enjoy the curve I know is coming. Marvel at it with my eyes open, feel it with my eyes closed. Maybe go in with my hands as well. Who knows. The possibilities are endless.
And that’s why I love this piece of human real estate.
You can find this beautiful piece of land behind every woman who has herself with a nicely shapely behind(or if she doesn’t have an ass, it’s not as sexy).
And she has a nice little spot that curves from her back to her ass.
You know the one.
That spot you rest your hand so you’re not touching her ass, but you can get a nice gauge on its size just from that spot.
I can’t explain how that’s possible but men who have a lady in their life who has quite a caboose attached to her rear knows about that spot.
Maybe your not recognising it because I’m talking about it in a sexy, romantic slide your hand onto it while you kiss sort of way. If I called it ‘that diamond spot that forms on her back when your hitting it doggystyle and holding her cheeks at the same time’ spot, maybe that would make more sense.

It’s nothing but skin. Really.
It’s not like it comes with toys on the front like nipples or a treasure trove of mystery like the lady garden.
It’s just… skin.
But there is just something so damn sexy about it.
Usually a spot where you’ll find something tattooed, this spot is a BEAUTIFUL tool in the art of seduction.
OH, don’t think I’m playing…
If you think I’m playing then you have a LOT to learn.
If done correctly, a smooth hand on the small of a woman’s back can create a hold ya breath moment for her and, if your kissing her just right, you’ve got yourself a beautiful thang.
Simple things like running your hand up and down a woman’s back can heighten a moment when she wants to feel like she’s being taken care of by a MAN… strong hands and all.
Obviously, you don’t grab the woman up like your trying to pull her spine out but strong hands up and down her back, up into her neck, maybe into her hair, you pull it a little bit, she sighs, her neck is exposed… take it… like it’s calling… let your other hand wander down her back…
Down. To. That. Spot!

And pull her close.
I don’t know about you and I can’t explain why I like it but… it’s just a dandy place to touch.
Intimate… in a way…

Definately intimate when she is bent over and her ass is in the air and he has his hands above your bouncing behind, holding onto that spot for dear life. (If you’re playing the pull-out game, it’s also a nice spot to shoot on, but you already know that… that’s IF she can’t drop down, flip around and open wide.)
If she has her back to you, it’s at the bottom of the curve of her back… just in case.
Really, it doesn’t matter which end you get to put your hands or tongue on this spot, but if it’s been something you’ve just glossed over in the past, take note.
Play with it. You don’t have to admit you read it and used it.
That’s fine. Go ‘head!
Trust me, it’s one of those little things that you combine with a nice touch, a gentle kiss and the sweetest eye connection.
How about I give you an example…

In he walks. There she is.
Standing there.
She looks at him. Her eyes reading him, hoping he’ll do what she is thinking in her head.
Just take her.
Whisk her off her feet. Make her feel like there is nothing else in the world but them in the moment.
He is staring at her. Naked.
Admiring her beauty.
Slowly, he moves towards her, watching her anticipate his next move.
Their eyes locked, speaking.
Having and enjoying the moment in their minds before they’ve even touched.
He licks his lips. She feels her nipples harden.
She licks her lips. He watches them glisten the closer he gets.
His lips are inches from hers.
They can feel the warmth of their bodies radiating against each other.
Her hands reach either side of his head and lock around his neck.
His hands slide onto her cheeks, looking into her eyes.
They both close their eyes.
The anticipation of their lips meeting is electric.
Delicious.
She sucks in a deep breath, taking in the essence of him as he sucks her bottom lip.
His left hand slides onto her neck, across her hairline while his other hand travels down her shoulders.
He let’s his fingers loose down her spine…
Slowly slipping down… into that spot.
Just above her ass.
A nice, strong place to pull her closer in.

There’s no frills and spills to this spot. It’s just skin.
But it’s more than that.
It’s like the feeling of an intention.
I COULD touch your ass, which is lovely and splendid and grabalicious, but I don’t want to.
I wanna touch… JUST above it.
I like that spot.
I REALLY do.

By Mr Oh

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Sex outside the bedroom

Awwwww, come on now…

Don’t be acting like I’m the only one who knows about sex outside the bedroom.
How damn right sexy it is?
How unbelievably delicious it can be?
The way it makes you wanna rush home and find the one you want and give them a seeing to that makes them cling on to within an inch of their life.
The imagery of orgasms that are conjured up in places that are not ya usual bedroom, kitchen, front room, stairs, bathroom, airing cupboard, the office, your boss’s office, the shop floor, your garden, parent’s bed or round the back of the church (if you like to get secular with it).

Sex outside the bedroom, though it sounds like I’m talking about… sex outside the bedroom isn’t in fact about sex outside the bedroom.

Allow me to elaborate…

Sex.
Outside the bedroom.

We have it every second of every minute of every day of every week of every month of every year… up until we get old and can’t FUNCTION in those kind of places anymore.
A lot of you allow yourselves to indulge in regular sex that takes place so regularly that you’d be mistaken for Charlie Harper the way your swinging it around.
But your not… swinging it around, so to speak.
Your not putting yourself at risk of any tagalong diseases, accidental pregnancy or any dramas connected to emotions and feelings. Well maybe feelings, but we’ll broach that bridge later.

Sex outside the bedroom is the culture of using your mind to FUCK every and anyone you see. And it all takes place within the safe confines of the mind. That way no one can get hurt or try and tell you about your small dick.
A walk down a busy Oxford Street on a hot day for a full, red-blooded man is a rampant affair of the mind.
But that’s not to say that women don’t engage in such a harmless practice.
In fact, such thinking can sometimes be a deja vu moment for the future, if that makes any sense. Because how you think about doing said person could be the way you end up doing them if you follow up and make the fantasy a reality.

When was the last time you looked at somone in a picture or on TV or saw Gabrielle Union or Idris Elba and what was your first thought?
Something along the lines of ‘caged animal loving’, where you are pounced in the corner waiting for the moment to strike and take ’em down with a mid-section tackle.

Sex in the mind is a healthy release, not just for those who are planning ahead but for those who aren’t getting any in the first place. The thoughts and the feeling it inspires can fuel masturbation sessions for days, weeks to come… pardon the pun.
Plus it’s safe too, no split condoms, no quick dips “just for a second”, just mental arrangement of how her thighs will spread and how wet she will be.
Any one out there knows that sex really starts in the mind before it goes to any physical plateau. Which is what makes it so damn tasty.
In ya mind, you don’t have to deal with things that delay or damage sex in the real world like periods, change of minds, family visiting round, cock-blocking friends who just WON’T go home, etc.
In ya mind, there is nothing but you and that person who is in there with you.
And because it’s in your mind, it can be whoever you want it to be.
This is a situation where Beyonce can be on her knees looking up at you while you sing, “To the LEFT, to the LEFFFT” or can come on Amber Rose’s bald head without having to worry about random tweets from Wiz Khalifa or Kanye West about the fact your tasting THEIR dick when you fuck her.

It’s your imagination… in there she asked you to and you gladly obliged.
If you wanna get a little bit interesting with it, you can see what the chick who played Precious is like in the sack without having to worry about having your picture snapped with her. (Am I the only one who wondered? Is that a tumbleweed I see? Lol)

Beautiful thing about the mind is that sex with someone can and WILL pop up anytime. You could be sitting in your weekly meeting, fiddling with a pen, listening to the boss drag on about the usual random crap about the company and how there are standards to uphold and you look across to the member of staff with the strong thighs and the skirt that shows a bit more leg than usual.
That could kick in a series of dirty thoughts that have the pair of you sitting in an empty meeting room. You don’t know where all the other staff have gone, really you don’t care. It’s just you and her.
This means you can go under the table and start the ride between her thighs, spread her on the table like Christmas dinner and do all the debauchery actions things you’ve always wanted to do in your mind.
You may NEVER get to do those things to said person so ya mind may go into some interesting places, doing things you may never do in real life.
That’s the beauty of the mind.

Oh, I almost forgot about what the mind does with lips.
The mind, for some people, takes a pair of thick, full lips and puts them right where they’re needed.
Side of the neck. (I know someone shivered just now.)
An earlobe.
On a nipple.
Between the thighs.
In ya ass…

It’s your mind so your allowed to think it even if you don’t do it.

It’s pure, free, unedited, makes you smile thinking that you can indulge in without having to go through the rigamarole of putting in work just to achieve the image that your mind has created.
You can fuck like a sailor if your a soft and gentle rider, you can make someone the filthiest person in your mind without having to find out if they are that way inclined.
You can fuck the person that is TOTALLY out of your reach while looking at them and they have no idea what is going on in your mind.
If only they knew.
But you know.
Oh, YOU know.
Don’t cha?!
What did they do to you in your mind?!

Was it good?!

Sometimes, it’s better to keep it in the mind.
You could take those thoughts and put them into the reality of your world and come out disappointed and pissed off thinking, ‘that’s not how I saw it in my mind’.
And that’s the worst.
Because it then ruins the fantasy you had of the person.

So, next time you have sex outside of the bedroom, and indulge in your mind, make sure you go ALL IN!
Rip some clothes, don’t play with it, throw in some major rough housing, TAKE the orgasm, swallow the juice…
It’s ya mind…
It’s safe and free…
Tasty…
Whether you throw down like so in reality is up to thee…

But you will always have that special time in your mind where it was just you and them. No one gets hurt… just straight pleasure.

It’s funny when you get to meet the person who filled your mind.
You think to yourself, “you have NO idea what I did to you in my head last night…”

They have NO idea…

But you do…
Don’t cha!?

By Mr Oh

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Wax on, wax ‘OWWW that stings’

Picture this:

It’s hot, sweaty and sticky in between the sheets when you are holding yourself over your partner and you are looking at them and they are looking at you and it’s all real nice and sexy. Everything is great and lovely, he may be getting harder and she could be getting wetter and then suddenly, your partner decides to pick up a candle and drip drop a few strands of candle wax on ya.

Don’t be confused if your partner DOESN’T scream out ‘oh yes baby, gimme more’. In fact what you should expect them to do is to first suck air through their teeth as the wax hits ’em. Then, after that happens, you should expect a look from your partner that says, ‘what the fuck was that?’

And why not? You chose to spill hot boiling, turned into liquid, wax on another person’s skin. Of course they’re gonna be a little pissed at ya.

Unless they are into that kind of thing, which means they are expecting the pain and the sting and red-raw skin mark afterwards.

If you’ve seen Basic Instinct, or Body of Evidence, then you’ll remember the scene I’m talking about. It was a tie-up scene where the man had been tied to the bed, and she dripped the wax on him.

Not just some small, ikkle piece of wax, oh no…

My girl went and held that candle from far above his body and dripped it down his chest. That shit was landing, burning, stinging, then drying…

And to anyone who has ever accidentally burnt themelves on some candle wax, you know how long that sting lasts.

Not too long but long enough to let you know, ‘wax on finger’.

It burns like straight Courvoisier.

Candle wax is not a play toy in the bedroom. Well, it is, but it isn’t. I’ve witnessed some real accidents as a result of the candle being left on a side table that got knocked over and set the whole room on fire.

But, on the other side, I’ve seen some real sexy secretions as a result candle wax being spilled.

It can induce you into taking the sting, getting angry, then flipping your partner over and giving them a good seeing to in your angry state.

Wax still stuck to ya thigh.

It can go eitherway.

But that’s the thing about candle wax. It’s meant to be something that you introduce but not do for like a whole session.

I mean, a whole sex session of just spilling candle wax on each other?

That’s just crazy talk.

It’s more about the idea of candle wax than the candle wax itself that puts people off. When you spill the substance, upon first contact, you know what has fallen on you.

It burns…

It’s hot…

You feel temporary pain

Your body comes alive with a feeling that somewhere specific is enduring pain.

But take that same feeling, be lying on your partner and that same sensation is changed into something different.

Whether your expecting it or not expecting it, that heat will do one of two things. It will wake you up like you’ve been sleeping, kick your ass with the sting, form a red patch on ya skin (depending on ya shade) and make you say something like, “Fuck me, I don’t wanna play this game anymore!”

OR…

You could grimace, you could screw up your face, you could suck in air through your teeth and call out loud for the LAWD… then ask for another.

Maybe you like to watch the wax splatter onto your skin.

Personally, I like to watch the wax dry, cool and harden.

That’s real ‘lions, tigers, bears, oh my……’

Anyone who has ever played with candle wax knows how it feels when it touches you. You feel alive, you feel real, you feel… like all those other cliches of good feelings that make you feel like, at that exact moment, you are living.

That might be a bit too deep all for some candle wax but, someone out there knows what I mean. Ah ha… it’s the Jigsasw feeling…

Coming out the other side of something.

(Just with less pig heads, drugging, kidnapping, etc.

When a woman drops wax on a man’s chest or any part of his body for that matter, he feels it. He feels every part of it. There is not one part of his body that does not feel the pain that is currently ripping through his chestal cavity.

But, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it. As we’ve already covered in blogs before, pain can be pleasure. It can hurt and feel OH SO good at the same time.

It’s not everyone’s splash of sauce on the top lip but hey, not everyone likes everything.

Some people like to get fucked with feet (yeah they do it with the toes), some people like to have people spit on em, some people like to break into people’s houses and have sex in their beds (eeeeewww, imagine coming home from a long day and you just wanna lie down and, oooh, what’s that wet patch on your bed?)

But we just have to be open to the idea that there are many other ways to be turned on and maybe be open to exploring them.

Candlewax is more a tool for foreplay.

It is preferred by the more avant garde of sexers who may possibly own a whip, some porn industry-standard lube and an entire DVD case of films dedicated to Kitten and Vanessa Blue.

Might be into a bit of S&M and are never afraid to take it there when it needs to be taken there.

It’s is one of the more dangerous things to play with in the bedroom, you know with all the fire and shit, but that is part of the appeal.

It’s HOT to know that, any minute, one of you could drop the candle and start a fire.

To think about it, the idea of skin burning and human suffering isn’t a real libido lifter but, if you’ve ever played with a candle, you know what I mean.

If you’ve played with a candle and been tied to a bed at the same time, you definitely know what I’m talking about…

To stare at the flame

Watch it dance as you breathe

Wonder as it gets closer to you

You feel the heat

Stare at the flicker as it’s leaned

You watch the wax get close to the edge of the candle

It’s about to…

About to…

Drop drip

One drip licks…

Stings like a bitch

But you like that shit

It hurt but maybe, just a little, you enjoyed it

Look into your partner’s eyes as you ask for another hit

You freak you…

By Mr Oh

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Let’s Play House

Do you own a nurse’s outfit but you don’t work in a hospital?

Have you ever donned a police officer outfit without going through with the final arrest, instead choosing to to cuff them to a bedpost and treat them like the CRIMINAL they are?

Ever been lying down on your bed and a maid in a skimpy outfit walks in to “clean your room”?

Had a hungry night where you ordered a pizza and it’s delivered JUST the way you want?

Ever played stranger you met on the road?

Left the front door open so someone can walk in and TAKE ADVANTAGE of you?

Have you ever been someone else?

Regularly practiced, internationally known, locally accepted and used to lighten and brighten any sexual moment between two folk.

Usually between a couple who have regular sex, dressing up and role-playing is a fun, exciting way to SPICE up a sex life that is dragging like a pair of floppy breasts in a bra that you THINK are big until the bra comes off and then your like AAAAHHHH, WHAT THE HELL?

You have to trust your partner to be able to break out of your vest that you wear, maybe because you don’t feel comfortable showing him the small curve you have on your stomach, and get into a Baywatch bikini, trying to save the drowning swimmer in the shower.

It sounds cliched to use the word ‘Spice up’ but the good thing about role-playing and dressing up is that it allows you to REALLY play with your creativity.

The classic dress up characters include the nurse, the police officer, the fire man, the burglar, the soldier, the nun, a penguin, the school girl on detention, the workman who’s come to SERVICE your pipes, pizza delivery boy, Jehovah’s Witness, bailiff, etc.

You may not be into the whole dressing up thing… but you don’t have to hit the costume shop in order to play around.

Role-playing isn’t just to do with the physical aspect of dressing as someone else, but it’s also the idea of being someone else in your head.

Get into the role.

BE someone your not.

Taste the extent of someone else’s limitations.

If you have a knock at the door and it’s the ‘gas man’ coming to take a reading and you just happen to be wearing a pair of boy shorts, vest top and flowing robe as you open the door, get into the role.

Move around like you have ten thousand things to do and they are being an inconvenience to your existence by being in the room. If he’s playing his part, he would already be looking at you while looking for your meter. You should you be in the kitchen, brushing yourself past him, bending over to check the washing machine, finding a reason to expose some skin which should hopefully entice him to cop a feel.

The simplicity of role-play means you can put on a hooded jumper and walk in like your planning to TAKE that pussy one way or another. She can play the ‘Oh no, who are you?’ lady who submits as soon as her panties come down.

But, again, you have to both agree and KNOW that you’re playing that game.

A game that a lot of people play but don’t necessarily think of as role-play is the silent game. You may have played this game the last time you had sex so it maybe fresh in your memory.

The silent game can be played with a regular lover or even a booty call, which makes it a useful tool when you just need a nice piece of something with no words.

To play the silent game, usually, you have to make the call and let your partner know what time it is. You leave the door open and you let them come in and find you.

If you live in a questionable area and leaving your door open is NOT the thing to do, then you answer the door to them. But you don’t speak.

You don’t talk.

You don’t say a word.

You are wearing something that tells them all you have to say.

Maybe nothing.

At the door, you KNOW what time it is.

It’s a quarter past sex.

From the door to the bedroom, you don’t say a word. You don’t even think about going into the living room or the kitchen, unless it’s to pick up sustenance for the rompage that’s about to go down.

(Or unless the set-up is in the living room.)

From jacket off to laying down, no words are spoken.

Your looking into their eyes, feeling their words through the way they touch you.

The first silent kiss is a beautiful, electric, KISS ME KISS ME NOW DAMMIT sorta thang. That’s if you’re playing the game right.

One of you may try and moan and say something but 100% silence must be held at all times. Thems the rules.

There is nothing wrong with putting on clothes or putting another person in your mind and taking the booty as someone else.

As I said before, it’s not just about the outfit and the fantasy that you choose to act out, it’s about the freedom of your mind and the way you SHOULD allow it to play around and inspire some real weird dress up situations.

If you know about @SexySecret09 then you know about the simplicity of taking a simple disguise and making it work for ya.

Role-playing and dressing up for a nite of Indiana Jones with a Jackie Brown mentality, tying your partner up to a chair like its Reservoir Dogs is a way to do something different from the normal on top, bend over, come, swallow, sleep, keep memories for later…

You get to see your lover in a way you don’t see them everyday.

Not only is that the creator of a smile but you get to ravish a fantasy and please your bed mate at the same time.

So put on that wig..

Button up that shirt.

Clip on that identification pass.

Pull up those knee socks.

Slide on that helmet.

Put on an accent.

Tie up that pinny and hit the kitchen in nothing but your stripper heels.

And put on the Dogg Pound featuring Nate Dogg and sing along…

LET’S PLAY HOOOOOOUSE!!!

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