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You can’t hear me but you feel me…

Now we all know that we like a bit of dirty talk here and there to set the mood, keep it bubbling and scratch an itch that lil bit more.
We love to hear it, we love to speak it, we love the way it makes us feel, we love how it creeps up and down our spines, the way it sneaks into our ears and can change the sex game from something of nothing to something of the best thing.
But this blog isn’t about dirty talk in it’s original, loud shouting, high pitched screaming format, oh no no no, I’m coming at this one from a different angle.
Or maybe a quieter angle.

See, I’m on about that talk.
Not just THAT talk, I mean that talk.

Talk that’s produced during some waist grabbing, hard hip spinning, dip low and draw it in movements of nakedness between you and your respective other.
Movements and actions that inspire you to start saying shit. Some shit that you are not necessarily saying to the other person, you are just saying it.
And it makes you feel real damn good to say it.

But what is it your saying?!

Only you know…

You know what it is you say when you say what you say under your breath in a tone that is damn near a whisper. You, as the pleasure taker, may hear it in a passing whisper, as a quiet something that you actually have to ask, ‘did you say something?’
You don’t necessarily know what is being said and they are not really saying it for you to hear.
They just want to say it.
You are looking down at that body in front of you and you can see it vibrating from the things your doing and the person’s head is thrashing left to right and your lording over them and, for some reason, under your breath, you feel the need to say something like “yeah, your gonna TAKE this shit whether you like it or not.”

The talk that people seem to throw out in these situations is usually the type of things that they don’t want their respective other to hear.
You may have your lady in some leg scissors move that has her reaching for the sheets, looking for a way out of the position but she has no where to go. And she’s struggling, and she’s squirming and she is tapping out and she’s biting her lip and all that jazz.
Then just as she is in the middle of her wail, he looks down at her like, “yeah, that’s right bitch, take this dick.”

WHOA, WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?

He could be the most respective, open the door, pays for every meal, always makes you come first kinda dude but his mouth lost control and he said some out of nowhere shit like that.
Don’t be mad at him; he didn’t necessarily mean it like that. It was just a natural response.
But it made him feel good to say it. He might of tried to drop it, hoping you’ll respond. (This is used as a check point for him to find out if he can get away with saying certain things. This is where he’ll start off quietly and if he says it louder the next time and you don’t say anything, he’ll feel the freedom to break it out.)

As the person who may possibly hear such things, you do wonder if in fact you heard what you heard… but if its said in the right tone, it spurs you on.
Because you know the person didn’t mean for you to hear it. In fact its mainly said for their own benefit…
They like the sound of it in their own head.
Maybe they are giving themselves instructions on how to keep you making those tap out sounds.
Either way, let ’em go with it.

It’s not being done in an offensive way or meaning to be disrespectful in any way, shape or form… it’s just words being fed by a physical feeling.
Sometimes you can hear your partner saying nothing but loving, appreciative, beautiful things under their breath because of the things that your doing. And you hear them and you feel like, ‘awwwww, my loving is making their mouth sweet’.
But, really, to make your partner curse all raw hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw has to be the better reward.
For me, there is nothing more appreciative of a good sex game than your partner cursing you the FUCK out.
When I say cursing you out, I mean, like REALLY calling you some offensive shit that, had they said it in a normal argument, you’d wanna fight.
But then, there is nothing more EXCITING than giving someone that good feeling that makes them groan some real deep shit.

Some examples of things that are said under the breath of men and women during a righteous rogering session include:

You’re gonna TAKE this!
You like that don’t you?
FUCK YOU!!
Take THAT!
You ARE a dirty little fucker aren’t you?
EAT THAT SHIT
SUCK MY DICK BITCH
OH MY GOD
I’M GONNA FUCK UP YOUR FACE
How do I taste?
MAKE me come with your dirty fuck face
Oh your GONNA make me SPRAY you

And many many more… what are your under the breath favourites?

If you’ve ever had that loving put on you that has made you feel the need to talk under your breath and say some shit that your partner may not wanna hear or appreciate, then you are well aware of the power of such loving.
You know how it feels to THINK you heard something or watch your partner LITERALLY talk to themselves when its that good.
Because it’s really THAT good.

It’s not a complaint, in fact, I implore you to do it more.
Talk that thang, say that madness, make it sound the way you want.
Say it loud, don’t give a fuck… make it work for ya…
It’s only a lower verbal representation of how good it feels to ya.
If you feel THAT good, let ’em hear ya…

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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Strong grip around ya neck

 

You could be young, old, black, white, funny, ugly, mash up, funky faced, fine as all outdoors, as nasty as Marmite or you could just have a weird body shape.

But the desire to be strangled, choked or refused air while receiving some buttery goodness is a feeling shared by quite a few.

Some aren’t even willing to admit they like to be choked or strangled a little bit. But they do!

Maybe not to the extend where their eyes start popping out of their head and they start changing colour but, you know, a little bit of a strong grip. A little stronger than you EXPECT to allow.

But it’s that danger aspect of it that makes you growl and grind that little bit harder or moan a little bit sweeter when you feel a hand around your throat, holding on for dear life.

People don’t really want to think of themselves as liking strangulation, it’s too close to S&M and if you know about that kinda ting (if you don’t holla at @pashunnate or check out her blog) you know the extent to which they will choke each other out. Sometimes to the point of unconsciousness.

For people today, it’s more common to have experienced, as a woman, a man building a nice flow behind you, doggystyle, with his hand creeping around your neck.

For a man, she may be on top, riding you HARD like she has an eraser in her pussy and you are just a pencil drawing waiting to be erased.

Her hands dig into your stomach, then raise up to your chest. Then, before you know it, her hands are around your neck and she is making a face at you like, ‘I could kill you if I wanted to’.

The thing is, the chokee is enjoying themselves so much, they might want you to squeeze a bit harder.

Maybe you do.

Maybe you don’t.

But SOMETIMES, they want you to just keep on squeezing.

(DO NOT get it twisted and try and give your girl a choke then squeeze too hard and blame my ass. Nuh uuhhh, no way boo boo…)

The sensation of being choked is supposed to heighten the pleasure you feel as you are deprived oxygen, especially if you are having an orgasm but your not really thinking that when your telling him to fuck you harder and you erupt in an orgasm but you sound like Stephen Hawking.

But please remember one important fact when it comes to getting all strong in the grip: choking isn’t for everyone. You could reach out and choke the wrong woman and she could jump up, dress up and have the police round, talking about pressing charges.

Or you could try and choke a guy, who takes that as a marker for the level of roughness you wanna get down with and proceed to try and LITERALLY ram you through the headboard.

And no pussy needs that.

Even though a lil choke during sex IS more common, you still have to be able to GAUGE whether or not the person in front of you doesn’t mind going there. For some people, it’s still a taboo thing to do and deemed too dangerous.

You can’t just be banging and choking everyone.

It’s interesting to think about the soft and hard ways to choke someone, but, there ARE ways to do something as raw as grab a neck in a caressing way.

But there’s also ways to put two hands around her neck and make her KNOW it’s going down.

With a woman on top, working into her own groove (that you should be observing and returning FYI), wait until she is at the stage where her hips are spinning. Or she’s hands in your chest and bouncing.

You SHOULD already have nipples in your hands anyway so that should make it easier for you to slowly travel up to her neck. Don’t squeeze straight away… just run your hands over her neck, her face, through her hair… make her FEEL!

The sensation of your touch should improve or speed her up. That’s when you slowly slide to her neck and give it a slow, gradual squeeze. She may get busier on ya, she may move ya hands or she may touch ya hands in a way that says ‘squeeze’ harder.

Eitherway, softly slowly wins the race and heightens the feeling of being touched and restricted.

Now, the ROUGH way, hardly needs explaining.

Any woman who has slept with her fair share of roughnecks, hood fellows or weed dealers knows how it goes down when he wants to take a MAN-SIZED grip of your neck.

Some of you caramel women may have found finger marks around ya necks the next morning, which usually leads to creative dress time the next morning in the mirror with a scarf, talking about ‘oh this old thing? I found it in my wardrobe and just put it on’.

Majority of men like to go for the classic choke hold position, doggystyle.

Men LOVE to be able to be fucked back.

That moment when they don’t have to move.

Your booty should have reverse lights and a beep sound that warns me you’re about to back it up.

You’re doing all the work.

He’s just a hard dick there for you.

And he’s there alright.

You find that you can’t seem to back it up any further… but you want it that little bit DEEPER.

Your ass is slapping against him.

He may already have his hands in your hair (if your hair is: A) real B) good strong weave)

You are looking at the ceiling.

Then the hand/s creep or sometimes just grab out for your neck.

The sensation of watching a woman fucking you back while your just hard and there with your hands wrapped around her neck while she moans louder and louder is like the breakdown in Michael Jackson’s Lady In My Life.

Basically, it’s the shit.

With some rough choking, you may also get the arm bar choke hold.

It’s like a classic choke hold with the bicep and forearm.

Done in doggystyle, he would probably be up close to your ear, whispering some NASTY shit while doing what he’s describing. You are listening and feeling and it’s all feeling real sexually sinister. Then comes the arm.

He’ll usually use it to hold you in place while he digs deep inna ya belly.

But he likes the idea of putting you in a Deebo-style choke hold while MAKING you take the dick.

It’s the BOMB DIGGY when she puts her head back, looks up and makes some sort of animal noise that makes him hold you that little bit tighter.

Where and HOW you wanted it.

Like I said before, choking is not EVERYONE’S cup of Disaranno. For some it’s a sensitive subject, for others, they don’t have sex without it.

But if you know the person, or have enough of an idea about the person, that you think you can try it, do.

DISCLAIMER: I AM IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM ENDORSING PEOPLE TO WALK AROUND JUST CHOKING PEOPLE, CLAIMING THEIR DOING IT FOR SEXUAL GRATIFICATION. THIS IS FOR GROWN, MATURE FOLKS WHO KNOW WHAT I MEAN AND AREN’T STUPID ENOUGH TO CHOKE SOMEONE TO WITHIN AN INCH OF THEIR LIFE THEN SAY ‘MR OH SAID I SHOULD DO IT.’ NOT ME BOO BOO, NO WAY, NUH UHHHHH…….

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The Animal inside

 

 

It’s not you… well it IS you…

But you don’t always KNOW it’s you…

Allow me to explain…

The animal in you is the OTHER side of YOU that comes out when something, somewhere on your body is being treated JUST right.

You can’t explain it, you don’t think about it, shit, sometimes you don’t even remember it. But it happens.

How many times have you had an orgasm, or a SERIES of orgasms, then lay next to your partner and they’ve said something like, “since when do you call me a dirty fuck face fucker?”

And you reply, “I said that?”

That may have been your animal taking over.

They like to do that sometimes.

How many times have you ripped a top off someone, ripped a pair of tights in hungry anticipation, bitten someone when all you planned to do was lick ’em, make the kind of sound you’d hear in the background of the Thriller graveyard scene.

The animal is usually a hungry beast that is unleashed when your right spot is treated the right way.

For different folks, there’s different strokes.

A soft lick flick on the side of her neck, just under her ear.

Two moist fingers on his nipple while your giving him head.

A big kiss on the inside of her thigh.

A kiss full of passion, desire, need, sex and all that good stuff.

Anything.

Some folks live and breathe with their animals out on full blast at all times.

Never suck a dick without it.

But when those folk let their animals out, you best hold on to something because they will, in the purest sense of the term, FUCK YOU UP!

You may feel like you had a fight and lost.

But, we’ll get into that…

Animals, not like dogs, cats, lions, tigers, bears (oh my)

It’s more of a feeling. A rush of blood that travels through you and makes you feel like you need to impart some serious pleasure on someone or you just might explode. In the reverse, you may NEED that pleasure put on you in the same way.

Animals are usually dormant.

Sleeping a soft sweet silent slumber silently skulking for a sinful saccharine situation.

There are usually a few ways to open the cage that unleashes the beast in another person, though that’s for you to KNOW your partner enough that you are an expert in bussing that lock.

Once awake, there should be a fat lady singing somewhere REAL soon.

Animals want to please or be pleased.

That is there only purpose.

And something you did woke them up.

And now you have to satiate them.

Or they’ll do it for you.

For men and women it’s different.

Guys, at times, allow their animals out early and may seem rather rushy rushy with the proceedings, trying to get to the good stuff before the GOOD stuff.

Forgiven, it’s something that you did woman that made him so eager and hungry.

Don’t get it twisted though, it’s not ALL of those men who are like that.

There are those who just have no game and think foreplay is a mixtape R.Kelly did way back when, therefore have no idea of it’s benefits or see the point in wasting time with it.

Tut tut tut fellas.

Women… ahhh… now they have animals that make them say and do anything.

You can hold a woman’s neck and lick it with a real slow up and down tongue flick, with her head to the sky, and watch her move away and look at you like, “Mama needs to feed!”

And feed she will.

This type of animal prefers the rougher treatment. It’s the oil for her engine, trust me.

Whatever she wants just GIVE IT to her. For the love of gawd GIVE IT HER.

You could NOT. *evil laugh here*

And that would piss her off.

That’s sometimes a good place to go.

Although you’ll almost, DEFINATELY, come away with a scratch, bruise, bite mark, black eye or a pinch internal bleed.

An animal makes head a WHOLE LOT OF SLOP and a lot more animalistic head thrashing. There might be some humming, some heavy hand work and some throat-flexing deepthroat.

A quick stop, get up, over to the bed, bent over, directing you to get into position quickly.

Quicker… QUICKER…

Don’t make her wait.

BUT…

On the other hand, a woman’s animal can be soft, gentle and in need of a light touch to give her what she needs.

Her intensity may not APPEAR the same as the rough stuff in the butt animal, but her desire, her wants and the cage are the same.

A soft animal may have the sudden urge to shower you with kisses.

You may have had her on her back, flat, looking good and all that, and you were working your hips the way you do.

And she was doing it back, the way she does.

And then BAM…

You hit something that made her back arch or her forehead frown or a short sharp scream escape from her throat.

Then…

She looks at you.

And she reaches out for you.

Like she has to feel you close to her.

NOW…

Whatever you did made her NEED to kiss you.

A sexual attempt to try and give away the same amount of pleasure that she is currently feeling. Or it’s a nice cherry on top of the cake she’s tasting.

The kiss isn’t like a quick join of the lips and then back to the loving.

Oh no no, hell no…

She may wrap her arms around your neck because the kiss she needs means your not going anywhere.

She wants to taste you, to feel the same passion in your lips that she feels inside.

Animals have accents.

They LOOK like the person your fucking.

They have evil grins.

They growl.

Their not scared to slap you.

They JUST might draw blood.

They love that thing you do with you tongue and your finger.

They can taste your scent in the back of their throat.

Your presence alone wakes them up.

They make you forget moments in time.

They put you in shit you don’t even realise you do.

They snarl.

They’ll put you in a sexual figure four leg lock.

They know what they want.

And they want it NOW…

Just give it to em… for the LOVE A GAWD give it to ’em…

Otherwise they’ll just take it…

And that’s REALLY fun too…

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