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What’s been going on in Oh Town?

Been a while since I’ve written a blog so I thought I’d just write a lil suttin’ about what’s been going on with me and my writing.
I’ve been slacking on my blogging macking so let’s change that.

Heeeeey y’all… how ya doing?

I’ve been off in the laboratory writing.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had that feeling of wanting to write (supreme writers block) and I just couldn’t shake it off.
But then Legacy Publishing came a knocking and its as if it all came back.
Then came The Train

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A free short story available to download to your kindle and nook on Amazon. Just a lil suttin suttin to keep you interested in me and my work.
This story dropped around Christmas and was closely followed by…

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Another short story giving you more of that Ohfluence, keeping the erotic mind play party going.

And now… I got another short story coming real real soon and it’s called…
7 Floors…

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A collection of short stories that will be available March 22nd 2013…

These stories were born on this same here blog but I’ve given them remixes to fill the space between now and the next extravaganza that’s coming.

And what extravaganza is this I hear you ask?
Well…

Since joining Legacy Publishing, I’ve been working on a brand new rerelease of the entire Little Black Book series.
That’s right… we’re starting all over again.

If you’re wondering why…
Business wise, it makes perfect sense… but as a writer, that means I can go back and change things I missed first time round and it also means I get to see what worked and what didn’t and change some thangs.
More importantly, I get to add some thangs.
Like more stories.
Like stories that people have been asking for.
Like more stories about some of reader’s favourite characters.
Oh, fuck it, you know I’m talking about one character only.
My gurl Tatiana Blue.

The first new Little Black Book is coming sooner than you think and is gonna be bigger and better than the original. 
Trust me, for what I’m writing, and the way it’s come out,  you’re gonna FREAKING love it.

It’s a slow burn trying to get to where I wanna be, which is writing full time all day every day and we don’t play but I’ve got stories up the ying yang so there’s gonna be a lot more of me.
And with some key potential movements going on behind the scenes, things are moving on.

But as I said at the start of this post, I’m back on my blogging ish… so if there’s anything sexy subject you think I could give some Ohfluence, lemme know…
I’ll get in there like swimwear…

Peace and hair grease
Mr Oh

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Little Black Book Volume 2 – the unveiling…

Hello ladies and gentlemen…

My name is Mr Oh and I am the author of the Little Black Book Volume 2 which features the Blackrotica Collective…

If you’ve seen my blogs before you know what I can brang to the table…. But this time, I’m here to drop a little reminder of what it is I do and what’s been taking so DAMN long…

Firstly, Little Black Book Volume 2 is FINALLY (yes FINALLY) coming out in November.
There’s been a delay with the publishing, due to the publishers having a long list of books coming out before Christmas and I had to get in the queue…

But the queue is shorter now and it IS coming…

For those of you who don’t know about the Little Black Book series, lemme refresh ya memory…
Little Black Book is a trilogy of short stories set and based in London town, detailing the erotic goings on between the sheets of everyday Londoners.
They break down like this:

Little Black Book – the foreplay

Little Black Book Volume 2 – the very sloppy oral sex

Little Black Book Thrice – the rampant taking of the pussy

With each story original and NOT based on my own sex life (contrary to what some people think), the first Little Black Book came out last February and is available now via amazon and all good online retailers.

But Little Black Book Volume 2 is now due and it’s something like a phenomenon.
Not only am I bringing the same style and flavour of stories that made thighs wet, foreheads sweat and sex lives slightly more interesting, there’s MORE… MUCH more…

There’s MORE stories for you to get into, more writers for you to become fans of and, this is my favourite part, there’s IMAGES for you to look at.

IF you don’t know WHAT kind of pictures, lemme paint the picture…
I put out the opportunity for people to come to a hotel in Canary Wharf to take pictures to go with the stories in Little Black Book Volume 2 back in March. Over 10 women came down on the day and, well, this is a TASTE of what came out…

You like?!
If you wanna see more, you gotta wait till the book comes out… hehehe…

There are 14 stories and poems coming and I personally cannot wait for you guys to read it because there’s some MADNESS a coming…

There is:

1.The Meeting
2.Honouree’s Reward by Sista Love
3.Passion Play by Pashun Nate and Pass Ion
4.Do Me Right
5.Foot Soles and Panty Hoes
6.Marcus and the Truth
7.Now We’ve Met
8.Ladies Nite by Eboney Love, Mamacita and Ebonnie Karr
9.Office Tales
10.Escaping Temptation featuring Sista Love
11.Your Chair
12.Miles & Melissa
13.Phone Cradle
14.Destiny Creator

As you can see, there’s a number of new authors, writing under the group name of The BlackRotica Collective who are soon gonna be setting the erotica world on fiyah with their own shit…
Shout out to Sista Love, Pashun Nate, Pass Ion, Ebonnie Karr, Mamacita and Eboney Love…

NOWWW…

The moment we’ve all been waiting for… the unveiling of the Little Black Book Volume 2 cover…

Lemme know what you think…

For those who wanna a lil more of a taste, here’s some snippets from some of the stories from Little Black Book Volume 2… Enjoy…

Foot Soles and PantyHoes
What’s a PH I hear you ask?
How rude of me not to formally introduce myself.
My name is Russell Reed and I’m an upskirt addict.
I love that shit.
I walk around with up to three hidden cameras and I film up women’s skirts. Nothing sexier than watching a woman’s ass and thighs when she walks. But from beneath her skirt. Oooh, I’m telling you, the thought is making me hard right now…

Office Tales
Dante turned and watched her holding her fingers to her nose.
She hummed to herself, not taking her eyes off him, then sat back in her chair, hitching her skirt up as she went.
She shuffled in her seat, fighting to get her panties off, still looking deep into his eyes.
“Come eat this,” Naomi said.
With reluctance still in his ether, Dante stepped out of his trousers and watched as Naomi pushed her chair back and spread her legs on her desk.
She pointed between her thighs and smiled at him, “come on then…”

Do Me Right
Burying his face in her shoulder, Leon’s hips became a blur as he began to pump himself faster and faster inside her. In between each thrust, Cassandra tried to talk to him but he wasn’t listening.
“Stop… stop… stop… it… no… way… not… fair… oh… yes… harder…”
“Keep telling me no,” Leon whispered in her ear.

Ladies Nite
Before I knew it I was against the wall in an empty upstairs room. He took his mask off and I saw his face for the first time.
Chiseled, strong, dark, mysterious and mystifying.
He slowly peeled my dress off and let it fall to the floor, never taking his eyes off me. He pulled me close to his chest, I caught the fragrance of his cologne, I breathed it in, tasted it then exhaled.

Phone Cradle
“Hi, it’s Samuel.”
“Samuel, my favourite saucer of milk. How are you?”
He smiled at the wonders of technology that made it possible for him to put his phone on hands-free while muting the TV. It was as if they were having a face-to-face conversation.
“I’m doing good. Missed you though.”
“Awww, did you? Well, mama’s here to take care of you now.”
“Why don’t you come and take care of me for real?”
“Samuel, look,” Sianne started. On screen, her smile turned semi-serious and she took the phone off hands-free. “You know that I can’t do that. It doesn’t matter how many times you ask.”
“And every time I do ask, your face tells me you’re at least thinking about it. So why not kill the curiosity and I’ll take care of the cat.”

Sorry I’ve kept you waiting, but the mental fuck will be worth it…

By Mr Oh

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Mr Oh’s Little Black Book

With my very first Oh Week of blogging coming to an end, I firstly have to say thank you. To YOU!
Yes you!
Reading at home, at work, in public, in private, on your phone, on a print out or reading over someone’s shoulder, I have to thank you for coming along on this journey of random subjects made up on the spot in order to keep my mental muscles flexing.
Also, I hope I’ve managed to keep you entertained from Monday to Sunday. All your comments and RTs are greatly appreciated.

And this is the first of MANY Oh Weeks – next one… STORY TIME…

So for my last blog post of the week, I decided to go back to my whole reason for Oh Week… to highlight and promote myself as a writer and to also make you aware that all this writing is in order to make ya recognise that the Little Black Book trilogy is alive and kicking.

And will soon be continued with Little Black Book 2!

I always get asked, usually from church folk who’ve displayed heathen-like behaviour or feel guilty for liking something I’ve written, ‘why do you always have to write and talk about sex?’
‘Can’t you write about anything else?’

My first question is why would you ask that of an EROTIC writer?
Would you ask an R&B singer ‘why do you always sing love songs’?

I write about sex… that’s what I do… I’m an erotic writer… but it’s not ALL I do…

According to “the plan”, the Little Black Book trilogy is designed to get your attention, play with ya mind and make you PHYSICALLY able to feel it. (There’s no shame in being turned on when I hear people are turned on by my words.)
I made it a trilogy so you have more than one opportunity to catch on to what I’m doing and my ability as a storyteller.
The beauty of Little Black Book is that it visits different scenes of black sex in London that anyone anywhere can relate to. Sex is the same regardless of geography and anyone at anytime can read something and think to themselves, ‘yeah, that happened to me just yesterday’.
It’s not ALWAYS meant to be 100% accurate or realistic but that’s my creative licence. Just to write a story and have it’s background based in a London that people recognise and can imagine is what I love to do.

If I don’t get you interested with the first Little Black Book, and I somehow miss you with Little Black Book 2 then I’ll definitely have you by Little Black Book 3.

And once I’ve got you, I intend to KEEP you…

Because after the trilogy and one other Little Black surprise (I can’t WAIT for you to see that), I’m going back to my novel writing.
I say back because, if you didn’t know, that’s where I started. I’ve been writing for over 13 years and I’ve written two other novels under a different name (Who Is My Brother’s Keeper and Mind Blowing Decisions) so I’m dying to get my next novel finished and out.
And what I have in store for Who’s The Bitch Now? will further remind folks that there IS a black UK presence in the book market.
Just waiting for the right opportunity to show MORE folk.
Because, with no big headedness about it, I KNOW I write things that, if it was observed on a wider scale, people would LOVE it.

I mean, whether you hate or love Little Black Book, you at LEAST read it. You can still ask someone, ‘have you read Little Black Book? I didn’t really like it.’
But if the person hasn’t heard of it, then that’s spreading the word.

Though this may not be great for sales, I like that fact that Little Black Book is out there and people are slowly finding out more each day, but not EVERYONE knows.
My reasons are two-fold:
1)It means I have more work to do… and the way my mind works, I’ll come up with some creatively saucy way to reach ’em…
2)Because not everyone knows, it’s still like a little secret. Like you ask a friend, who you KNOW would like it, ‘have you read Little Black Book? No? Oh, okay.’

I’m an independent writer so there is no marketing department, no editing, no executive pulling strangs, no sales, no promotion, it’s just me.
So things like word of mouth, for me, are VITAL to spread the word…

Even though people like Eric Jerome Dickey (of who I’m a huge fan and even gave him a copy of my first novel) inspired me to get into writing (Cheaters did it for me), it is these SAME American authors who inspire me to keep going with what I’m doing.
For the LONGEST time, they have been coming over here, writing their LA stories, turning on our UK women, holding their attention on buses, trains and bedrooms all over London, stealing all the pleasure.

Well FUCK THAT SHIT!

I know there are UK writers out there with the talent and the stories to start a whole new X-Press style revolution of black UK writing.
I mean, shit, it’s not like black people don’t read enough and have the capabilities to entertain their own folk.
And with Little Black Book 2, I’ve brought through a group of writers who have written some dripping stories and poems that show what is coming from the UK.

I may get happy and all girly excited when someone reads my blog or asks about what I do but that’s because for 13 years, I’ve written in my spare time, in the dark, at work, on phones, and managed to get where I am right now.
I’m truly humbled by the things I’ve been able to do as a result of being a writer but I feel like all that has led up to moments like this.
I’ve got something REAL special with Little Black Book 2.

“The plan” was always to do something different with each book in the trilogy and make it different from the one before. And what I’ve done is made it more than just stories about sex. If you’ve read the first Little Black Book then you know what I’m capable of but if you haven’t then I’m yet to touch you. And touching new people is ALWAYS fun, yes no?

In my heart and my soul, I’m a writer. I write to entertain. To make people smile. To take them out of their own world for 200+ pages and make them feel the words before them. To evoke emotion and create conversation. Possible masturbation.

The greatest honour for me as a writer is to hear that someone read something I wrote and FELT it. It drills home the power of words.
It makes me smile because I write so randomly, there’s no real pattern.
It just comes to me.

So…

That’s me, that’s Oh Week (thank you for taking part) and this is Little Black Book 2…

When was the last time you had your eyes, minds and thighs opened at the same time?

COMING APRIL 2011

So says Mr Oh (Making Repetitive Orgasms Hourly)

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Good clitoral behaviour


Here’s a question that didn’t make the ‘Questions for Grown freaks’ blog post but…

Women, how many men would you have thrown out of your bed, or how many beds would you have gotten out of if the other person didn’t know the correct prim and proper clitoris behaviour?
Would you have had as much sex as you’ve had if you got yo ass out the bed when said person treated your clit with the disrespect it didn’t deserve?

Clitoral behaviour is basic, old school training that everyone and their mama should know about. Ya mama probably knows about it too, though its not the type of thing you wanna think about.
Men may not realise but clitoral behaviour is very VERY important. It’s important to do it well but it’s also important to know it so you can do it right…

It wasn’t in any sex education class, nor did ya bredrins tell you about it when they spun their tales of sexual conquests.
The first time seeing pussy, I remember looking at a clitoris and thinking, ‘what the hell pleasure can you get from that little thing? Looks like the power button on a TV remote.’
Turns out there’s a lot of pleasure to be found behind the hood of a clitoris.
For some women, it’s more pleasurable than intercourse.
Many a man has met a woman thinking he is going to get some, only to get some clit play and sent on his way, pissed off.
But the clit is more than a power button… well… it IS a power button.
Press it the right way and you will get better than HD/3D results live.

Clitoral behaviour is about how you approach it, how you touch it, how you treat it, feel it, blow it, lick it, be one with it, define it… do what the hell it tells you to!
A woman’s whole libido can be thrown out the window if ya fingers are too eager to get between her smile without stopping at her clitoris. And if ya clit technique isn’t respectful, that’s another way to change a mood.
Or… and this is the worst, if ya getting hot and bothered and you, as a man, think ‘we’ve been kissing and grinding and groping long enough, I’m taking a finger and I’m going in.’ You slide a hand in, only to have it moved back UP to the clit.
Plenty of men have had this done and felt that momentary iota of shame, like, ‘dammit, should’ve gone clit first’.

So, first rule of clitoral behaviour…
Always go clit first when indulging in finger play. IF you know you have her wet enough to go finger first then do so but remember, playing with her clit can make her wet (if she isn’t) or make her wetter.

Next rule of good clitoral behaviour is about your method of massage. Now THIS rule is a very important one and your attention should be fully paid here. Why? Because you are, in essence, challenging her. I’ll explain…
A woman masturbates. And, when a woman masturbates, it’s something different to when a man does.
(Besides the obvious differences.)
A man wraps and works and that’s basically it, maybe he’ll spit on his palm first or lotion up but the premise is the same. So when it comes to a woman jerking him off, she is challenging his OWN technique to see if her own way of doing it matches up with his enough to make him come.

But, a woman, in all her splendorous splendor, needs more than just one way of working it when it comes to her clit.
When a woman plays with herself, fast fingers work but slow fingers also work. Up and down with one can be righteous at the RIGHT time but small circles with three fingers (two holding the lips open and one circling) can make her grab for the sheets.
She might enjoy two quick fingers brushing across from left to right, or a strong, periodic flick at the right time.
So many ways…

Where was I…?

Ah yes… paying attention…

The reason I said to pay attention is because, if you’ve managed to have her in a few different situations such as phone sex or been able to watch her masturbate, then you already know what she needs and how she needs it.
You already have the answers to the question she is asking in her head, which is, ‘will this motherfucker even know where my clit is?’
If you’re meeting someone new, and you haven’t crossed those voyeuristic bridges yet, then you’d have to go in blind. But, you gotta pay the same attention.
Pay attention to her.
Going in blind means you have to feel for her feeling.
Don’t think you can mimic ya trigger finger during a COD: Black Ops session on her clit.

Come on son.
Have some finesse with it.

Try different massages and finger combinations until you find that thang that makes her inhale her own breath, that makes her hug you real tight, that magically delicious thing that makes her hips start to wine and grind on ya fingers. (That’s quite easy to do when you have a finger or two inside her, but get her hips moving with some finger combinations on just her clit and you’ll feel proud of yourself.)
Once you found that something that she likes, don’t stick with it, keep it percolating… find what ELSE she likes, but keep THAT move in ya mental roladex.

Next rule of good clitoral behaviour is a short and simple one. Always remember, and never forget, to EXPOSE the clit. Before you play with it, lick it, grind on it, always expose it. A clit with a hoodie is like going to the hairdressers or barbers and having the best hairstyle ever, then covering it with a trucker cap. No one is getting to REALLY benefit.
You can play with a clit over the hood and be fine and dandy, but to let it out, free and exposed, that’s straight contact. And nothing beats straight contact.
Finger or tongue, nothing beats straight contact.

Next rule is… not to forget the clit!
Due to the fact that there are plenty of other good , fun, curvy rides on your theme park, men like to try and explore them all. And, okay, SOMETIMES, we forget about the rides we started on.
We can START there, move onto the having a finger inside, nipples reach mouths, panties come off, things wrap up, things slip in and before you know it, the casabah is rocking.
This is not true of all of us but it does happen.
If you know what ya doing then you already keep the clit alive and throbbing in whatever position you can reach it in. Even if you can’t reach it, you still seek it. (Doggystyle)
Good example of such is if a woman is on top and working like she’s TRYING to make you come.
Reach for it yes.
Good way to display her multi-tasking skills. Because if she’s got you right where she needs you, the introduction of clit play will bring another level of pleasure. She may try and move ya hand. But notice I did say TRY.

I can’t throw in a rule about how to EAT a pussy using good clitoral behaviour… every man is different… plus I’ve blogged about such subjects before (see: Submissive Pussy Eaters and All about eating pussy… tips, tricks & secret licks)
But I will say be gentle with it.
Again, exposing the clit let’s you get that straight contact. And even if your technique sucks (pardon the pun) she can at least get something out of it, hopefully.
Put your tongue in the same gear as ya finger was before and make it work for ya.
Since you’re there, dip ya tongue inside a few times then come back to the clit for a VERY nice sound from her. (Go head, try it, I’ll wait…)

While I’m waiting, I’ll finally say that the basics of good clitoral behaviour all start and end with paying attention to her!
If you know how your lady likes her lower level played with then you already know what your doing, but, for someone tasting someone new for the first time, you gotta make sure pay attention to her.
It’s so simple and, really if we did it more when it came to observing good clitoral behaviour, you’d probably be squirting by now (unless your one of those lucky ladies who changes her sheets REGULARLY!)

In a situation where you feel you are displaying good behaviour and she takes ya hand or fingers and SHOWS you how to do it, OBVIOUSLY you might feel a little way about it. Like you don’t know what your doing. But don’t take it so.
Take the guide and the movement hints and make it work for ya.
Adapt it… but not too much… she might it like just like that…

Just… like… that…

So the next time you have the opportunity to make with the massage at clit o’clock, take these rules with you and see how well you observe good clitoral behaviour.

If you’ve done it right then she will be letting you know how well you did.

By Mr Oh

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Ride it like you stole it

Right leg here, left leg far over there…

You may be humping and thumping, the bed might be bumping and the boots maybe knocking but, what is your technique saying?
Is there regular, consistent flow?
Are you keeping it interesting and ice dripping, making your partner not know what the hell is going on, even though your eyes are open?
Are you really riding it like you stole it?

@asturdivant made me wonder…

Made me wonder about that part of sex… the part that is like the major breakdown of a good song. You know, when the singer commands the band to breakdown on the one! (See: James Brown, Prince, D’Angelo)
It usually comes around the third quarter of a sex session; after foreplay, inbetween oral, possibly before anal (if you take it there).

Knocking around your libido, making you want more than you can get, there’s foul language (‘Oh you’re trying to OWN this pussy ain’t ya?’), possible nail digging, frantic grabbing, real hard grinding with teeth clattering kisses and face cupping stares.
This is the part of the sex when you momentarily hear whatever slow jam is playing in the background and sing it in your head because the lyrics are linking perfectly with what your feeling.
A preferred favourite is Jill Scott’s Crown Royal.
I know I mention Jill a lot but, DAMN, if that woman isn’t talented. Even her speaking voice is audio sex.
Anyone who has Crown Royal on their sextape or phone sex playlist knows the lyrics, but add YOU on a bed, laying down or laying ON someone. You’ve tasted pre-foreplay, licked foreplay and your three positions in.
Possibly two orgasms gone.
You’ve now reached the point where you need to be treated like you stole something. And this is your punishment.

You don’t need to be asked, you need to be TOLD and SHOWN!
It’s at this point you need someone to take control of you and decide for you how it will be done. Because at that point, you trust that they know.
All the while Jill is singing…

“Your hands on my hips
Pull me right back to you
I catch that thrust give it right back to you…”

Your hot, your sweaty, you don’t give a tiny rat’s ass. The person working the supreme bedchamber equestrian form on you is taking you to a realm of pleasure you are rarely able to put words on.
It’s like you can taste the sex in the back of your throat… or maybe you just paused to taste your work (YOU know what I mean).

“You’re in so deep I’m breathing for you
You grab my braids arch my back high for you
Your diesel engine I’m squirting my oil on
I’m down on the floor til my speakers start to boil…”

This is the breakdown of the breakdown.
You want to be touched all over at the same time. You wanted to be licked and sucked, kissed and blessed, you want to grind… nice and rotating hips style.
When you share a kiss, the conversation taking place between your groins is so loud, you can’t hear ya lips smacking.
A lady on her back with a leg up, hooked with her foot and toes flexing in the ether should be telling you to do something right about now.
Should be something along the lines of ‘FUCK ME’.

“I flip ish…” – flip her over in one slick magic movement, always best if you can do so without slipping out. Keep whatever rhythm you had going and don’t let her get a breath in between.

“Quick Slip…” – if you DID slip out by accident, get it in before anyone notices. To be honest, the sensation of slipping out and slipping back in, NOW, goes down REAL well. Simply because you get to reenter along a corridor which already has a buzz like a building lobby.

“Hip Dip…” – trusted… and always impressive, gets ya low and then high as it’s ground in…

“ And I’m twisted, and your hands, and your lips and your tongue tricks…” – you should be definitely, seriously touching something. Holding onto anything. Twiddling this thing. Nibbling that thang… Your intention is purely to massage and marinate the GREAT feeling that she or he is experiencing.
Interlock fingers, stroke a neck, fuck that, lick a neck, suck a lip… oOoOoOoOoOo… definitely suck a lip. That is something real tasty during this point in the good feeling. Build a good feeling while sucking a lip and the orgasm will hit on some next shit…

“And you’re so thick and you’re so big and you’re so… Crown Royal On ice…” – whoever she be should be greasing the pipe with sugar water right about now.
Her eyes should be closed, gripped tight, wide, crossed or rolled right back on some Exorcist shit. Her chest should be heaving like she’s losing a race with her breath. Her hair should be all over the place in some crazy sex style and if she has make up on then she may look like a poor man’s Joker.

But that’s how she wanted it.
The way you worked, made little circles with your hips, were hard and soft, paid attention to what she moaned at and was silent for, etc.
And there was nothing PREMATURE either, which always goes down well when it comes to true blue equestrian headboard demolishing.

It wasn’t about trying to be a jackhammer and pound through the headboard. It wasn’t about putting the dick in fourth gear and coasting for the rest of the journey. It wasn’t even about being the bad cop and hair pulling, bad language and all the other hard stuff.
It was just right.
The way both your hips moved was like the harmony on Jill’s second verse of Crown Royal (for you real music freaks, it’s about 1:14 in).
The way you were giving or receiving was just the perfect form and standardly gets top marks all across the board.
The best way to ride it like you stole it is to let go of the restraints of the vehicle and make it work the best way you know how. There’s no way other way to do it, just to do it.

You could NOT do it, but then that would mean suffering some substandard orgasm that I guess will do, but it’s not scratching the surface of what you are capable of.

More importantly, it’s not making you feel the way you wanted to.

And for your orgasm?

I think its worth riding it out…

So says Mr Oh

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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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Music ‘in between the sheets’

I LOVE music…

No… I freaking LOOOOOOOVE music…

If its possible to be born singing and nodding my head then I did that. Playing air guitar on my umbilical cord.
From my earliest memory, there has been music in my life.
I’ve grown up as a music fiend. A fiend I tells ya…

Music, to me, is a lot more than a release, its a… I don’t even know.
Music is the soundtrack to my every mood.
I have music everywhere. For everything.

Walking down the road tunes, shower tunes, washing plates tunes, gym tunes, tunes everywhere.

I’m old school when it comes to mines though.
Fuck what ya heard, I’m old school to my heart.
Old school music is what I grew up with.
My dad used to like, and still rocks, that Jim Reeves sound but he was deep into his soul. James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Earth, Wind and Fire, etc.
He also had a thing for Waziri, which has made me grow up with a constant guitar sound buzzing in my ear.

My mum preferred her Naija sound… Sunny Ade, Fela, Shina Peters, etc.
It was my two older sisters who brought me in and up on certain sounds.
Michael Jackson, Prince, George Clinton, Marvin Gaye, The Stylistics, etc.

Now, as a grown ass man, my musical taste has grown too. I don’t just listen to music, I HEAR it. That’s the same argument as Billy Hoe and Sidney Dean in White Men Can’t Jump.
“YOU cannot heat Jimi Hendrix, you LISTEN…”

I take my music very seriously. When I hear a song that I like, I take it apart.
Let’s take Michael Jackson’s Lady In My Life as an example.
First it goes on repeat.
Then I look or listen to the song, HARD.

Then I get busy.

I analyse, break it down, sing lyrics, memorize, learn, adapt adlibs and before you know it, I’ll have that song in my brain.

As a writer and professional shower singer, music helps relax my mind. Like, as your reading this, I’m listening to Jill Scott’s Crown Royal and I can picture a scene with this song playing in the background.

This is what I see when I hear that song.

Bedroom.
Dim lights.
One man, one woman.
She is lying down and he is watching her masturbate.
And he has been instructed to watch her, but he’s finding it hard…
Real hard.

There’s something about Jill Scott’s voice that really makes me wanna wrap myself in clingfilm…

NOW…

When it comes to music and ‘bedtime’ (and I don’t mean sleep) you need to know your shit. Don’t think you can throw Jagged Edge’s Let’s Get Married on a CD and think your gonna get some skins. (Tune though.)

Personal preference differs but I am a live or die neo soul fiend so my sex music leans towards Musiq than R Kelly, Kindred than Jagged Edge, India.arie than Mary…
And old school? Boooy, I don’t fuck around when it comes to my old school.
Being an 80s baby and a 90s teen, I was able to grow up and watch music change and become a whole lot more sexualised.
Back in my house as a child, if my mum heard me singing ‘dont mess with my tutu’ I’d get a slap. But songs like I Wanna Sex You Up, were tunes, but, for me, too much sex in the music kills the… joy of it…
Slightly ironic considering I write about orgasms and fluid swapping all day but I like to hear about the almost moments. Songs like Luther’s If This World Were Mine, Prince’s Adore, Tevin Campbell’s Can We Talk and Marvin Gaye’s You Sure Love To Ball are a few tunes that put me in a devilish mood. I may look evil, but its pure pleasure I’m thinking.

Certain songs like MJ’s Lady In My Life do something extra special when the lights go out. It’s something about the way he sung that song that brings the real lover out of me…
That songs inspires caressing, succulent trails and spanking tails…
Verse, chorus, verse, chorus, adlibs and then… BAM… it happens.

What has to be the sexiest moment in music…

Mike’s just singing his sexy thang… singing a melody or two and even throws in a whoooooo for good measure.
In the background, the music builds up so quietly with his adlibs you don’t really notice it until the song reaches 3.43 and Mike breaks it DOWN with a simple OOOOOOH…

The music seems to just stop.

Then his voice just brings it back…

GAT DAMN MJ…

When your in bed, and that song comes on, you best know its about to be the GOOD part of the sex. This is where you break it down, keep the body your working bubbling, slow and methodical with every caress…
Whoever your pleasing should be FEELING the words of the song in your touch.
Or if your really doing your job, they won’t even HEAR that music is even playing. Knowhatimsayin?

Music in between the sheets isn’t something you just do any old way.
If you have a sex playlist on your computer, or phone if you’re a travelling fucker, you took care to choose the right songs that you like that you felt would get the best results between a pair of thighs.

Some people choose their sex songs based on the artist, the song, the sound or a whole heap of other reasons but there was something in that song that made you say to yourself, ‘I think I could fuck to this.’

And you did.
WELL.

So, what song does it for you? What one song has been on your sex tape since the first time you heard it?

What song is YOUR sex song?

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