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Nipples – the neglected arousal

We love em
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We stare at em
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We use ’em to feed
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They draw our attention through clothes.
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They smile at us
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Creep up on us.
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Tell us things..
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Read people
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Like people
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Check the weather
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Distract

Rise and fall
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Have seed sprayed on em.
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But why aren’t nipples loved in the same way or loved DOWN the same way that the clit is enveloped (do you know about the clit envelope?) or the same way that a woman’s vagina is fingered and filled?
Are there people out there who have yet to experience the feeling and emotion of a good nipple licking and sucking and massaging that sets up the same kinda feeling that trickles along the trail of an orgasm?
Nipples are everywhere… poking thru sheer tops, locked under bras and pressed against windows with soapy water and they, like the back of a woman’s knees, are regularly left alone and not given the love, respect and arousal techniques that they deserve.
Nipples are genius little things because, well, there’s two of em. They change right before your eyes, we all have our favourite ones and if your lucky, you meet someone who has a really large pair of nipples who makes you think, ‘Wow, those are some big ass nipples’.

As a lover and a lover (I said it twice ‘cuz I don’t play, lol), nipples are a part of the ‘sexual mini trinity’ of a woman and should be taken into account and PRAISED.
This tripod of poking parts are a part of Monica Geller’s ‘7’ and can be reached by ya hands, ya mouth or other extremities.
Wrap a tongue, take a flick, rub it down, grind it on, cup the ting, buss pon it, tit wank the ting, but give some time for the nipples.
So, how do you treat nipples?
Not YOUR nipples, I mean the nipples of the OTHER person?
Do you treat ’em with respect?
Do you show ’em love?

If you don’t here’s a few ways for you to show your partner’s nipples that you are well versed and well aware of the double in the tripod that deserves your full and undivided attention.

HANDS – with your hands, you need to make sure that you realise that its not just about your fingers in this, its your whole entire hand.
Whether you grab ’em all out, softly stroke, lightly caress or give those breasts and nipples a good squeeze, you gotta give it SOMETHING.
If your partner likes hands, make sure you grab from the bottom of the breast until you end up at the tip, with a nipple between your fingers.
If ya partner prefers soft touches, strokes and the like, give em smooth, slow, deathly teasing touches on his or her nipple.

Now, if you’ve had some hands on ya breasts and nipples and you need a bit more, then your respective other needs to use their mouth.

MOUTH – now, here’s where nipples should REALLY get loved. When a nipple is in your mouth or you have their nipple in your mouth, you should know that this is the one place where they want you to be.
Wet mouth only. Not a soaking, drooling, spit covered mouth that needs a towel or a bib.
I mean wet enough that ya partner can feel the moisture, they can feel their nipple slipping and sliding in your mouth, they can hear and FEEL just how good your making it.
With a nipple in your mouth, there are a number of ways to tackle the nipple and increase the pleasure factor. Teeth, lips or suction.

TEETH – okay, the more dangerous of the options to go with when it comes to nipples in your mouth. Dangerous because its the quickest way to get ya partner to stop, drop and pull up the panties if you bite too hard. And then no one’s sucking anything.
ANYTHING!!!
Teeth CAN be useful when they are softly used on a nipple… sort of like a little chewy chewy movement on the nipple. It works, feels good and sometimes makes a sensitive feeling in ya partner that definitely moistens.

LIPS – if you want the lip treatment on your nipples then here is where the tips lie.
This is one of those situations where big lips are majorly helpful (though there are no sex situations where big lips are a bad thing).
With ya lips, and ya tongue, it is expected that you’ll do a lot of lip wrapping and tongue moving around the nipple. With ya tongue involved as well, there is no way that your partner won’t show you some sort of sign to say that they are enjoying themselves.
A good one to use with the lips is called the ‘center lick’ (and yes I do like to name things)
More for the ladies than fellas, it starts with a breast in front of you.
With your lips pursed and ready to do what needs to be done, start with a kiss on her breast. Not a peck like the breast is your aunty, not a quick thing either. The kiss you start with has to envelope as much of the breast as you can manage to get into your mouth without looking or feeling greedy. As long as the nipple is in the center of the kiss then you’re fine. While your mouth is over the nipple, you have to make sure that no part of your mouth touches the nipple.
Your saving that for last.
This kiss has to end at the tip of her nipple, so its a sort of withdrawing kiss. When you get to the end of her nipple, that’s when you introduce your tongue. As your lips are reaching the tip, send your tongue out to give the expected connection with a slow circle around the nipple.
Maybe speed up, maybe slow right down, maybe combine the teeth, mouth, hands and lips.

If you’re lucky enough to meet a woman with a pair of breasts big enough, then make sure you put both those breasts together and lick, suck, play, nibble ’em at the same time… (not everyone’s cup of tea or cup size as there are some bee stings out there but sometimes an unexpected pleasure for the larger cupped lady.)

Nipples hold a particular sensation that is not easy to replicate with a good stroke game or the ability to make her have 20-30 orgasms (though if she comes that many times, she’s not thinking about her nipples… *Rasputia voice* how YOU doing?).
Now not everyone is a fan of nipple play but you’ll never know unless you reach for ’em. And, as I said before, if you touch ya partner in the right way, at the right time, with the right pressure and momentum, you can make your partner have a sweet like chocolate orgasm.
Not everyone woman is able to have an orgasm from just their nipples played with but it IS possible. That is evidence of a major skillage between the sheets and will have her looking at you like, ‘so you can make me come like THAT huh? What else can you do?’
And you’ll see that question in her eyes, and that’s just too damn sexy.

As foreplay, during the sex, after the sex, between some breast sex action, during a kiss, before clothes come off, while they’re asleep, with a soft breath, without you even doing anything to ’em, nipples are a part of the ‘sexual mini trinity’ that deserve the same love, respect and effort that goes into every and any aspect of your sex game.
Respect the Trinity at all times.

By Mr Oh

****This is my 69th post so if you like, hate, agree, disagree, ‘hell yes’, ‘hmmm, I see what he means…’, anything, leave a comment… mark a milestone…**********
– it’s a STRONG 69

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Ever played ‘tell me no’?

If you’ve never played tell me when then you might have played this game.
More a tease than a game really but it can be played same way.

Simple in its inception, its usually put on you during rougher times. Sometimes can be played in a smooth moment, maybe an oral sex episode…

Tell me no is a tease of a game as its usually used to turn your partner on, but in a sinister way.
The idea of being told no during sex is related to no meaning no.
But, in this game, no is yes…

NOW, HERE’S THE DISCLAIMER:
Tell me no should be played with someone you know and trust. I know its weird to say that considering your having sex with said person but do you really know them?
Tell me no is to be played with persons who you KNOW will understand the difference between a playful no and a serious no.

And with the official stuff out the way, here’s the essence of tell me no.

You want them to tell you no.
You want them to look at you and tell you that you cannot do something.
You want them to put up a little bit of a fight and make it harder for you to do what you were gonna do.
You want them to tell you that they can’t make you come.
You want to be giving head and have them try and fight your head away.

Tell me no is a particularly dark game and does inspire some real heavy breathing and some quite filthy language on your part, as the no sayer.

Case in point… let me paint you a few pictures of sultry tell me no situatiohs…

Situatioh 1
SHE is laying on her back and HE is fighting to get her thighs onto his shoulders. She’s looking at him with eyes and she’s telling him no. He’s holding his dick in on hand with a thigh in the other, fighting to multi-task as her hands reach out for his face.
In that moment of heated frustration, he looks down at her and says, “tell me no!”
The moment he slips it in, she sucks in a deep breath and moans a series of soft nos.

Situatioh2
SHE is in between HIS thighs giving him a blowjob so sweet, so tasty, so deliciously monumental that he never wants it to end.
Looking down at her, daring to watch a line of liquid drip down his dick, he pulls her head off him and makes her look at him. Looking back with hungry eyes, she says, “tell me no”.
Tell her no, yes!
Tell her she can’t suck your dick. Because really she can, and she will… but tell her no.
Trust me, see what happens.

Situatioh3
Here’s a fun one…
During one of those moments where your in-between position changes – maybe you went from the bed to the floor – its that slick moment when HE catches her slipping in a moment where SHE didn’t see him coming. He catches her as she’s climbing back on the bed and slips in before she realises.
She offers up a weak willed objection until he REALLY slips in and her breath just stops like WHOA.
At that special moment, she says no and it makes him WANT her to tell him no. So she does and the no is yes which feels that little bit sweet and wrong but right… if that makes sense? Do you know what I mean?

Tell me no isn’t a new game, its BEEN around… maybe miss last had her ass in the air and could feel the start of a stomach muscle clenching, thigh collapsing, face screwing, sweet mother of an orgasm but she might not be ready for it. Or maybe she wanted to delay the orgasm. Eitherway, she vocalises this with a sweet no.
Well that’s like dangling expensive jewelry in front of Soulja Boy.
He’s gonna get it.

So, whether you choose to play tell me when or tell me no, eitherway, if your playing it right someone should be coming…

Both games are about control, how to give it up, how to play with it and how to enjoy letting go of it.
So play with that power, see what happens…

Tell someone SOMETHING…

By Mr Oh

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Ever played ‘Tell Me When’?

Do you play games during sex?
Not like hide and go seek, rock, paper, scissors or kiss chase (though all three games can be played during sex if you slip it in right).
There is space and time for a lot of things during sex and games can sometimes be a fun addition to the session.

Out there, in between thighs and hiding behind libidos are two games that people play all the time. Sometimes they’re played knowingly, with rules and goals involved. Other times, they’re played unknowingly where the only way you know your playing a game is when eyes meet or a regular slap continues in the same place at roundabout the same time.
The games I’m bringing to ya libidos are personal creations of mine, though I imagine you may know them as something else completely different but the names are mine. (Copyright©)

I IMPLORE you to play these game as the results you get from it can only be known as mind blowing, thigh cramping, heart beating, liquid licking up business that will make a stomach shake with anticipation and make ya partner’s mouth open wide but no words come out.
It’s something I try to play every time I have a pussy in my mouth (my way of enjoying the game) but there are numerous ways to play it.
It’s not necessarily about what you use to play the games… because that is well and truly irrelevant. You could use a toilet brush and get the same results. (Though I wouldn’t use that. She won’t thank you for it and neither will he… )
Prison flashback…. ANYWHOOO…

The first game is called Tell Me When and here’s how you play…

As I said before, you may play it as a game with another name but the intention is still the same. The idea of Tell Me When is that you give control to the person you are… doing. How do you do that?

Here’s how you do that…
Let’s say you’re a man… and you have her on all fours like a dog stretching its front legs. So that ass is high and looking fly in the air. You look at the from the left and right, trying to formulate how your gonna tackle it… but you do…
The game works well and best with a partner that you have already put some work in on. So, let’s say you’re an hour into a number of position changes and she ends up with her body flattened to the bed with her ass up.
Slip in as you slip in and make sure you build a BRILLIANT rhythm that has her reaching for things just so she can grips the shit out of it. Or she’s throwing pillows off the bed in a pissed off way like, ‘why the fuck are these things here, getting in my way?’
From here, this is a good time to play the game.
When she’s wet, heavy breathing, making noises like a mix of Lethal Lipps and Italia Blue (I love her sound) then that is when you strike…
And strike hard and sudden.

To start the game, all you have to do is stop moving.
Stop pumping, stop flowing and giving her the dick that will soon make her arrive like DHL and pull out damn near to the tip.
Plain and simple… stop moving… and withdraw.
But only come out as far as you can without flopping out of her… you’re gonna need to be ready for a quick re-entry.
When you’ve done that, and her moaning stops and her moving waist stops and she turns around to look at you like, ‘why the fuck did you stop?’ – that’s when you look at her and say three simple words… “TELL ME WHEN.”
What you’re doing is giving her the control of her fuck and, more importantly, her orgasm. When she ‘tells you when’, that’s when you drive in, fast or slow, into that pussy that was ANTICIPATING your next move.
Because that sudden stop shit you just did probably annoyed her but her pussy walls were OVER-anticipating the next stroke and still buzzing.
Try it… bet you the first stroke you throw in there will make her back arch and she’ll moan a sweet moan.
The power of Tell Me When is that the receiver is getting what they want, when they want it, hopefully at the consistency that they want it. It should be like getting a vibrator worked inside you that is controlled by someone else but just the way you like.
By the time you play a few rounds of Tell Me When once or twice, she may be so close to an orgasm, she may think ‘fuck this tell me when shit’ and pound ya till she comes.
That’s a sign that you played a good game.

Ladies, this one’s for you…
Get on top of him… sit up as you do it so your arms are straight and down on his chest. This should give you the leverage to lift yaself up and down on him, letting the slippery sensation of you slide all over his dick.
Make sure you got that dude’s toe curling with good feeling and head thrashing with ‘sheeeet, I can’t hold this shit off’. That’s the best time; when your hips are rolling and he’s looking like he’s getting punched up by Deebo.
Then you stop… maybe lift off him… not so that the dick falls out but just enough that your lips are holding him straight up. Then look at him and ask him… Tell Me When…
He may probably try and grab ya hips and force the dick into you… but NUH UHHH booo booo… he’s gotta take it!
It may take one round of the game to get him INTO it but he’ll definitely like it.
As I said before, there are a number of positions this game can be played in… you just have to find a position where you can gain control of ya partner so you can make them feel real good in it then STOP!
And look at them in the eyes when they look at you – and they will look at you -and say in a strong ass voice… TELL ME WHEN!
They may not be sure at first what you’re doing but by the time you slide the dick in or slide down the dick, they’ll know fo’ sho’!
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo… and play it during oral sex…
Fellas, if you have the chance to slide a tongue in enough that she starts fucking your face… stop her suddenly. Then look up between her thighs and tell her, Tell Me When.
If she tries to quickly grab the back of your head, you know she’s almost there or she was really enjoying it… eitherway, she needs to play the game.
Ladies, if you get between his thighs are have a chance to get the dick in your mouth, work it for a while then stop just as your getting to your sloppy peak. Then look him in the eyes… with the dick still in ya mouth and then say, Tell Me When.
If you’re not sure if it will work, the only way is to try it.
You don’t have to say I told you. You can easily claim it as your own… just make sure your partner doesn’t read me blogs…

(If anyone plays Tell Me When, email me at misterohyes@googlemail.com and let me know if it worked for you as it does for me…)

BY Mr Oh

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A birthday means a celebration

Hello ladies and gentlemen… damn, it feels like its been a while since I’ve said hello to you readers out there… yeah I can wax… wax… wax… should I say lyrical or should I say wax that ass?

I know I can wax that ass on any subject but I haven’t stopped to say hi to you all… so hi, how are you?
Are you enjoying the blog posts so far?
Good… even if you’re not… lol

Guess what, in one week’s time, it’s going to be my birthday and I’ve decided to celebrate with a creative bang. As well as doing the usual birthday things, I’ve chosen to celebrate on my blog as well.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoh yeah…

It’s a celebration bitches!

So, to raise a glass to the madness that is my life, I’m bringing back something I did a few months ago.
I’m bringing back Oh Week…

To those who read my blog during the last Oh Week, which took place in March, you know how it goes. One full week where I let my creativity bring something new every day.
Well, with my birthday coming up, I’m gonna spend this week from Monday 2nd May 2011 to my birthday which is Sunday 8th May 2011 writing… something…

Won’t say what it is but I will say that, for readers of my stuff, this will be right up your alley (pardon the pun), will make you wonder what the hell is going on in such a mind as mine and will definitely make you have something to say (even if you say it to yourself).
This week I’m gonna be crossing lines, taking the absolute piss and being so wrong on my blog that I may lose some fans. Or gain some REAL freaky ones.

Eitherway, the only way to know what’s going on is to check it out…
Because it’s Oh Week again…
That’s Mondoh, Tuesdoh, Wednesdoh, Thursdoh, Fridoh, Saturdoh and Sundoh… it’s Oh all week…

I don’t have to ask if you can take it ‘cuz I know you can, just wanted to let you KNOW it’s coming so it’s not a surprise…
It’s always better to see it coming…

I think I’m writing about one thing and thinking about something else…
Hmmmm….

Anywho, the place is my place https://mrohyes.wordpress.com , the time is 10pm (London time) and I’m gonna show you what I do when it comes to writing that GOOD stuff…

My head is so Albert Einstein (take that comment how you want)

So says Mr Oh

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It’s a blowjob

For some this is the end all be all of sex.
No complex positions.
It gets no better than a good night of this.
Sometimes requires a flexible wrist.
It serves as a brilliant alarm clock.
A time when a sloppy job is the cherry on top.
The more daring you dare to be with it the better.
Can be a good indication of his stamina.
Many a man have FULLY crossed the bridge into ‘I’M COMING’ before anything has really gotten started.
Rough works with the smooth.
Watch him hold your head for a better groove.
Eye contact is fine and dandy.
Moist grips are handy.
A quick fix when he’s felling randy.

Yep, that’s right, I’m talking about the blowjob.
Oral sex for men.
The session starter or the event finisher.
A soft ride on an ocean wave or a trip to the dirtiest parts of ANY hood in the world.

Known by many MANY variations all over the world, blowjobs are also known as fellatio, getting a hummer, oral sex, razzmatazz, dome, slurping and burping, brain, cocky shakedown, slob on my knob, Becky (Miss Becky if ya nasty), smoking the pole, washing Big Ben, neck, global warming, Nicki skins, knowledge, Monica Lewinsky, shines (or shiner), special kiss, dinner, Vicki Minaj, skull fucking, dessert, karoake for one, blowie, milking, sucky sucky, sloppy top, jerk, talking to the trouser snake, spit on the mic, space travel, just the tip, head wash, cock sucking, mic check, child-minding, blessed assurance, tongue Braille, giving the stump speech, heavenly, koko lick, or special attention (R.I.P. Bernie Mac), lip service, good mouth, bust down, the flag salute, tongue twisting, skulliosis, library time… whatever you call it, the practice is the same.

It’s the act of a penis in the mouth.

I’m not quite sure where the name blowjob came from but there are apparently two trains of thought for it’s origin.
In Victorian times it was apparently called the ‘below-job’ relating to being below a man’s waist when doing your thang. The other train of thought is that the term ‘blow’ is when a man comes and he blows, a la a volcano.
The job part is obviously because it can feel like a long shift at work when that dick just won’t come. But we’ll get to technique later.

Whatever it’s called, wherever the name came from, whoever came up with it, who had the first one, it does NOT matter.
Porn style, home style or dry style, it’s all the same suck.

Guess we should start off with the negatives…

There are still women out there who refuse to lend their knowledge to a man’s member. Not because they don’t know him that well and don’t wanna do it yet or they don’t feel comfortable sucking THIS particular dick, but because they just DON’T do it.
You know ’em, I know ’em, men have met her when she’s kissed a stomach then, instead of going lower, she comes back up like she got lost.
When she is asked about head, or if the subject even comes up, she either cringes, frowns or offers her opinion on the subject, which is usually, ‘nah, I’m not into them kinda things.’
You gotta get your Chris Rock voice on like, “you look at women like that like a damn Betamax like, ‘they still make you’?”
But you really DO look at them like, ‘DO they still make you?’
I mean damn gurl, that’s soOoOoOoOoOo 1995 (unless you weren’t born then.)

The worst thing is trying to convince someone to suck ya dick. It’s not as enjoyable as when a woman goes there before you even have to ask.
Like Chris Rock, my FAVOURITE women are those who like nothing better than to suck a dick. Those women who make it their life’s work to make it seem like they are the start and end of all blowjobs.
A woman who knows how to work her wrist and her tongue at the same time that she squeezes the smallest amount of saliva onto the head of a dick.
That lady who will hold onto a man’s member and look up ay him, asking with her eyes, ‘what do you want me to do?’
Who gives you the look just before disappearing below your waistline.
She’s not scared to moisten up her palm and lick the sides just before taking the length of it into her throat in a feat of magic and OH MY GOD WHERE DID IT GO?!

Oh yeah, men really do like those women… don’t always meet ’em but when they do, they try everything to keep them around. Unless they come with drama, issues and problems that make them more trouble than their worth to have around.
Usually the way.

God bless ya… ALL…

You know who you are…
You know where they live and you know just how good your skills are don’t ya miss lady?!
Ain’t no shame in your game?
You OWN that dick when you have it don’t ya?
You know your man’s dick better than he knows it himself… you know when you take it deep and stick ya tongue out how much he likes that on a Sunday morning.

The woman that loves have a dick in her mouth is in no way, shape or form a hoe, a tramp, a bitch, a skank, a smut or anything of the like. Okay, sometimes she can be… but just because she likes to have a penis between her jaws, doesn’t make her so. She could just like what she does.
And be very good at it.
Some men have spent time lost in the thoughts of HOW she got to be so good at doing what she does, but who fucking cares? Just enjoy the swallowship she earned and get that higher learning (okay, 51 terms for head).

To suck a dick well, for him, is to make your mouth feel as good if not better than the pussy will be. If you think about good head, you will notice that the head feels really good when the mouth at your disposal feels, grinds and grooves like a vagina.
Hands, saliva, technique, etc. will all be looked at and covered in-depth so… let’s get it in…

Okay, there are many ways to suck a good penis. Some ways take simple technique, some require multi-tasking of the highest degree. But here are a few tips on what to do and what to use to give that good sloppy toppy…

HANDle ya biznass…

Blowjobs aren’t just about the mouth involved. Oh no no no… there are plenty of other factors and activities to take into account and one of them is ya hands. Sure a guy likes it when a woman can suck a dick with no hands (controlling it with her mouth) but you also have to know the right grip to put on it. No one likes the G.I Joe kung fu grip because the head inflates, it looks more like a mushroom cloud after a nuclear explosion.
A woman’s hand, compared to a man’s is soft and gentle like the hair treatment. So that is the same kinda grip you have to bring to the job when your employed.
Soft hands, slipping OVER the skin as opposed to gripping the dick up, is preferred… but don’t be scared to give it a it of a strong tug every now and then. But not too much…
Another hand aspect is all about your wrist work. A flexible wrist is your best friend and keeps ya man happy when your taking a deep breath after taking it in the back of ya throat for too long.
Up and down twist is a preferred favourite, which means you work ya hand up and down and twist ya hand so ya grip moves around the dick at the same time.
During sloppy time, this grip is the bomb diggy.
If you really wanna get up with the down stroke, use both hands, like Superhead taught ya. (If ya of an older school then what Kitten and Janet Jac’me taught ya.)

Mouth

Giving a blowjob is a LOT more difficult than just opening ya mouth into an ‘O’ and moving ya lips on it.

C’MON SON!

There is much more to do.
This section is probably the most important when it comes to blowjobs because, without the mouth, it’s just… a man masturbating.
A woman’s mouth, as sexy as it is when words are coming out of it, is the source for all pleasure when giving a blowjob so it is necessary that you keep it moving and changing with it. What I mean is don’t get trapped pursing your lips into a tight little sphincter… mix it up…
Do that for a bit but then open ya mouth wide and let your lips surround his entire dick. Like take it deep… if you can’t take it deep, take it as far as you can… but show him that your lips are open enough to TRY…
Don’t let lockjaw beat ya either…
Sometimes the dreaded lock up kicks in and you feel like you need to stop for a while otherwise you might get stuck like that and that is NOT the one to have to explain in a hospital emergency room.
Keep the mouth moist. No one likes a dry mouth. At all.
It’s like sex with no sound or fuck faces.
What’s the point?

Tongue and saliva

Since mouth was the last, might as well keep it in the same area and talk about the tongue and saliva. Sort of like the shoes and matching handbag for a sexy outfit.
Ya tongue during a blowjob is like second gear in a car… it’s a better gear, you can go faster and you can even start the car in that gear.
Don’t be a victim and let it sit in the base of your mouth doing nothing while your lips do all the work. That’s a punks way out.
You have no idea how much extra pleasure you’re NOT delivering by keeping it silent or still. Get it out there. Flick it around, stretch it out, poke it in and out really quickly, curl it AROUND the dick… work it baby WORK IT!!!
The sensation of your mouth working how it’s working is one thing but throw in the tongue, with its top taste bud side and smooth slippery side, and you are giving him another realm of pleasure all together.
A real good head-er can make a man come with just her tongue running along the underside of his dick, because she knows.
What does she know?!
She knows that the right treatment on the underside of the dick is the good groove to the song called Make Him Buss.
If you’ve ever done this, then you know but sometimes, it’s a nice lil trick to take him in on some deepthroat. Then, if your blessed with the skills to pull this off, stick ya tongue out and see if you can lick his balls at the same time.
OoOoOo… if you can get the balls into your mouth at the same time, call it the dick dog. (The dick dog is when you wrap a testicle around the dick and offer it on the table like a hot dog.)

With the tongue, you gotta throw some saliva in there. You just gotta.
You gotta gotta gotta…

Dammit woman, you GOTTA!
As I said before, no one likes a dry mouth or dry anything when it comes to sex for that matter. The wetter the better.
Saliva, spit, slob, whatever you call it, is a MAJOR addition and MAJOR pleasure when it comes to getting some head.
Men, not all, love a bit of sloppy treatment when it comes to conditions of the brain.
WOW… the sloppier the better!
Sometimes, a man can see when a woman doesn’t mind getting the dick wet but doesn’t go the WHOLE hog and spit on the dick!

DO THAT!!!
He wants you to do it… you may feel a little out of character considering people spend time trying to keep saliva IN their mouths but, as I said, the wetter the better.
Here’s a good one… spit a nice, frothy, glob on the top of his dick and then take it nice and deep… the spit, with her lips, should end up around the base of his dick nice and slippery.
It’s a move I learned from Lethal Lipps.

Technique

How do you suck a dick?!
If you haven’t figured out how to do it so far then damn, you need to watch a little porn…
Specifically watch artists like Italia Blue, Lacey Duvall and Lethal Lipps… Oh boy, watch she…
If you don’t know how to suck a dick… she will SHOW you some thangs…

When I was thinking of writing this blog, someone gave me some advice on what to write and they said:

“Circle your tongue around the head, the tongue has different textures. Taste buds on top, rougher in comparison to under the tongue where its smoother and there’s a groove in the middle. If you like, crunch ice/ or small ice cubes, and slow such, warm n cold contrast. Lick from the base of the dick, and follow that vein. Hold the just the head between soft warm lips, and lick tip with tip of tongue, then suddenly take in all of the cocky, like when I chick is bouncing on the tip of the dick, then she slams down. Stare at it, admire it, using the whole tongue,just lick it, spit on it (not that you do that with a chupa chup), enjoy it, moan, either close eyes and take it all in, or stare directly at him, right into his soul. Massage the balls gently, lick them too, become friendly and moist and cream him with your cream. She gets to taste her on him. When he feels like he’s getting close, slow down, the motion. French kiss the head, don’t tuck/ fold in lips, expose them so he feels the fullness of her lips all over the head…And turn your own head while sucking it in an up and down motion.”

There is technique all over this quote…
I won’t say who sent it to me but, I imagine they know what they’re talking about.

This has been a mammoth journey through dick sucking, head giving, knowledge lending and mouth fucking… but by the time you read this, if you’ve never blessed a mic in ya life, you should feel more than confident to drop some slob on the top, swallow some pre-cum before it pops and feel his cock hit that deep spot.

Blowjobs are cool.
They can be a quick fix during half-time or a special moment when it happens for the first time. It can be something that is an understood agreement between two friends or a special moment when you are lucky enough to be blessed with the best blowjob you’ve ever imagined you could receive.
Foreskin or no foreskin, which is another blog post all together, a blowjob is really REALLY nice.
Sure some women feel degraded for being on their knees in front of a man but, if that’s the case, sit on the sofa and do it or lie on top of him in a 67 + 2 motion.

Either way, lick it, suck it, nibble the head of it, bite it softly, hum on it lovely… but whatever you do…

Just do it…

1)You may like it and
2)He’ll definitely thank you for it!

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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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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