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Wax on, wax ‘OWWW that stings’

Picture this:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It burns like straight Courvoisier.

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

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

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

Wax still stuck to ya thigh.

It can go eitherway.

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

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

That’s just crazy talk.

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

It burns…

It’s hot…

You feel temporary pain

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

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

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

OR…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coming out the other side of something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Candlewax is more a tool for foreplay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

To stare at the flame

Watch it dance as you breathe

Wonder as it gets closer to you

You feel the heat

Stare at the flicker as it’s leaned

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

It’s about to…

About to…

Drop drip

One drip licks…

Stings like a bitch

But you like that shit

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

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

You freak you…

By Mr Oh

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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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When the rain falls

‘Sunnnnnnnny days… everybody loves them, tell me can you stand the rain?’

Can you?

Have you even tasted the rain before?

Would you taste the rain if it fell on you?

Would ya?
Could ya?
Should ya?

Deep in the depths of every woman lies a dormant little place where men and women seek but don’t always find.
A place where a smile is not always guaranteed and maybe the feeling of pee is making you, as a woman, slightly uncomfortable.
Today’s woman can find and get close to this place but may stop before she opens the door.

She stops because internally, it actually hurts.
Some may wonder what happens when you keep going past that point of pain and pee and make it rain.

The rain may be a drizzle or a storm… who knows but it will rain…

The question of the matter is what will you do as a man or woman when you feel or are face-to-face with a pussy during its squirtation?

I mean, let’s say she’s on her back, legs bent next to your head, back arched, sucking air thru her teeth, holding the back of their head…
Her hips are rolling, her nipples are reaching for the sky and she’s told you that she wants to come.
And she does.

But she doesn’t just have an orgasm that coats the walls of her inner thighs and sits between the hairs on your chin.
Oh no no no…

This orgasm comes at you like a Mike Tyson hook punch (back when he was hungry).
God help you if your still eating when it rains.
You’ll cough, you’ll splutter, you may even choke just a little…

But if your not planning to be looking at the rain and, instead, it hits you while your dick is rubbing against her good spot, you still have to wonder…

What the HELL is this liquid that is spraying out of her pussy like a burst water main?
Is it come, is it pee, what the HELL is it?

And where does it come from?

If you are one of the lucky men in the world who get to witness a woman squirt from her pussy, there is ALWAYS some point where you think to yourself, what is it?

Is it really pussy juice that manages to squirt into the air like an old school water fountain?
Or is it just urine?
Are you getting peed on?

And therein lies the issue men have or worry about when it comes to squirting… is it her orgasm or urine?
Cuz if we’re real, we know men don’t KNOW the ins and outs of the female anatomy too too well so they’re not sure where the spray comes from.
But they still worry about it.

Joke is, the more he worries about it, the softer his dick will get.

When a woman is reaching that plateau of pleasure, she feels hot and bothered, pleased and pleasured and she feels like she’s about to do a number one in between the sheets…
Not so Flo Jo… it ain’t so…

Because if you go past that feeling, what you’ll find is a small or maybe even a large spray of liquid.

Just for the record, its not pee, contrary to what you may have heard, seen, believe or tasted (or maybe you got bumped and she peed on ya just a little).

But when it happens, what do you do?
Are you scared of it or do you go to and put your fingers and face right into it?

The sheets are soaked, its going thru to the matress and she is still spraying.

Cha, I say you throw yaself into that liquid face first and two finger ready.
It’s coming from the same place her normal orgasm comes from, just at a faster, more powerful rate (don’t quote me on that).
Don’t be scurred of it, its not pee…

It’s the result of a good days work… sheeeeet (Clay Davis voice) that means you have the right to take the nut to the face, to the eye, to the cheek or to any other place she aimed it.

YOU caused it dag nammit so SIP from the cup… if you don’t wanna do that, keep on playing with her while she’s squirting.

God knows if you’ll ever get her back into such a situation, you may have got her to do it on a random ting… so while she’s there, keep the party going.

Keeping her coming…

Some women can squirt, some can’t, some don’t even want to and others are DYING to do it but, for men, squirters are not to be feared.

They just project what they want…

How ready are you to receive it?

If a woman asked to squirt in your face, could ya take it?

If a woman asked you to make her squirt, do you think you could do it?

Did you even know that women could squirt?

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