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The pleasure of two

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Have you ever had the pleasure of watching two women have sex?

It’s a simple question. One where you either say yes or no. There’s no middle ground answer with that question.
Have you ever watched the science and the beauty of watching two female forms pleasing each other?

If you haven’t then, really, you are truly letting one of the most amazing images ever created pass you by.
And I’ll tell you why.

Let’s start at the start.
Women are beautiful!
In all their shapes, hues, sizes, religions and sexual orientations.
Any time you get the chance to have sex with a woman, you sometimes take time out of licking labouredly at her labia to look up at her and just say, “damn you fine”. (That’s usually the moment when she either looks down at you like, “why’d you stop” or says fuck it, grabs your head and makes u eat her, thinking ‘who gave you permission to stop?’)
So, a woman, on her own is a beautiful thing.

But…

Throw in the mixing bowl ANOTHER woman.
Another female form of different, yet equal sexiness. Sometimes more sexiness… (but you’d never say that outloud.)

She, whoever she is, has a look on her face that says that right now, she wants the woman in front of her.

So, now you have two women in front of you.
You can read lust on their faces, taste the anticipation of the first touch between them.
It’s like your watching live art as they get closer to each other.

I mean, HELLO…. It’s two naked women.
As women generally think, when a man ever introduces the idea of watchin two women, a threesome is on his mind.
And, not to say the ladies are wrong, but there’s something to be said for being able to just watch.
If your a people watcher, like most of us are, you enjoy watching, learning and figuring out about people from how they move, their little nuances.
Whether the women are regular at getting the womanly touch from another or first time bi-curious visitors, there will be something to read between them, just watching from the sidelines.
Take for example the absolute delicious movie of watching two women share a kiss.
Yeah its exciting to see and all that usual jazz.
But there’s the art of the moment.
Being able to watch and FEEL the sensuality of female lips caressing.
It’s delicious because you are fully aware of how nice it is to kiss a woman, so you kind of wish you could feel what its like for a woman to kiss a woman. Does that make sense?
I know what I mean in my head.
HER arms reaching up and caressing a face.
HER responding by losing her hands in the other her’s hair.
They get closer to each other, nipples of her becoming instantly erect as they enter the air space of the other her’s nipples.
Then you catch a glimpse as one her looks down, thinking of licking those nipples.
You can read it on her face.
You know that’s what’s running through her mind.
You know this because you are thinking you would do the same thing.

Suddenly, you lose all focus on what your seeing as you watch thighs touch.
It’s nothing really to watch thighs touch but its something though.
Before you know it, you imagine how those thighs are going to look in a few moments.
In the air.
Between a pair of thighs, grinding an orgasm.
Dripping with sweat, saliva and squirted orgasms.
Being nibbled, licked and trailed with adventurous fingers.
And this is all before any one has laid down or opened any thighs.

Then when THAT happens?
When you see one her slowly laying back on the bed, sofa, kitchen counter or hood of a car, you know that you are about to be mind blown with so much beauty, you may actually want to kill yourself.
Don’t though.
Besides the fact that suicide while watching two women have sex is a MAJOR mood killer, you’ll miss what’s to come.
And I mean cum.

You knew I meant cum.

Any person with an active imagination can just think of one woman making another woman cum and get slightly excited.

Right NOW…
Think of a woman…
Any woman in your life, who you think would enjoy a good clit licking.
Then think of her delicious friend being the licker.
If your on Twitter, think of two of your sexiest followers.
Not on some fake porn fantasy suttin. I mean really think about it.
Think about them laying somewhere you’ve been before to make it more real.
Put yourself there at that vital moment when an orgasm is taking the room in a mix of sex, sounds and sights.
When a woman’s ass is in the air and her face is buried deep between lips that slip and slide.
Hips are grinding.
Hair is being grabbed.
Thighs are being held.
Clit hood being slipped back to REAAAAAAALLY put that licking to work.
Moaners moaning.
Lickee making licker lick her just right.
Crescendo builds.

And then it happens.

Sure, it makes you think about being the provider of such a sound but, as you take yourself out of that thinking and return to your purveyors perch, you enjoy the fact that you just watched a woman make another woman cum.

You watched, and took notes on, her technique, her degree of sensuality added to her licking, whether she tongue fucked her or just stayed on her clit…
You want to be able to mirror such a feeling because you know a woman can make another woman cum in a different way if she had been having sex with a man.

And that’s where the sexy lies. Because its not a woman with a man. It’s a woman with a woman.

It probably sounds like me rattling off one of thousands of fantasies of mine but if you’ve ever had the pleasure of being in a threesome or just sitting back and watching a woman make another woman cum, you know what I mean.
I know its not everyone’s cup of tea.
Some women just like their dick the way they like their dicks. Hard, steady and attached to a man.
But some girls simply like girls!
And it’s the straight, possibly bi-curious women out there who I’m talking to.
They know who they are.
And they know what I’m talking about.
Yes you do you!

Maybe men have been fucking up in the bedroom for so long that women have turned to their own teammates.
Maybe sex with us has become so meeeeeh that women have said to themselves, “bet that thick woman for the Caribbean food shop would eat me juuuuust right!”
Maybe women are jus getting more experimental.

Who gives a tiny rats ass?!

All I know is, as a pervert, a purveyor, a moment catcher and people watcher, there is nothing more succulent, more fulfilling, more interesting and intriguing to witness, than watching two women have sex.

It’s not just about a porn fantasy, its about art.

By Mr Oh

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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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Such a simple sentence

There is something about it.

The idea of it plays with your mind and to see it is like when you watched Seven and found out that it was his wife’s head in the box,

Basically, it leaves your mouth open.

Every freaking time.

There is no way a woman can say this to you and you don’t think to yourself, “DON’T LIE!”

It is a powerful sentence that, once said, can completely change the complexion of an evening, or even a single moment in time.

You could be doing one thing, hear this sentence, and completely forget what you were doing.

Women have mouthed these words from a distance and fucked up a dude’s train of thought.

Your good good friend from way back, the friend who you’ve never looked at in that way can say this to you and turn a friendship into some next shit.

All because she said those words to you.

Sometimes they can make you react quite wildly, and possibly rip something in return. But it’s not your fault, it’s hers.

ALL hers.

She couldn’t keep her mouth shut could she?

You could’ve gone quite well without knowing and now it’s all you can think about.

But she knew that.

Why oh why did she have to tell you she wasn’t wearing any underwear?

Why?

Now you’re head is clouded.

You could’ve been in the middle of a sentence and she said that to you and now you can’t remember WHAT the hell you were saying.

Or worse, she could’ve showed you!

Oh God, don’t let her do that!

Women, at times, wear clothes that fortunately look or feel better without underwear. VPL is the enemy of women and to avoid such a bastard on their swag, women will go without any underwear on.

Usually with dresses, skirts, etc. but also with trousers, jeans (ahhh, I do love a good camel) and tracksuit bottoms (with the loose elastic so you could slip a hand right down there and… WOOOOSAAAAH)

But she’ll wait until she is wearing something that will allow you to possibly find out whether or not she is telling the truth.

I’m telling you, if you’re a guy reading this, you know what I mean. If you’re a bi-woman you know what I’m talking about.

Fuck it, if you’ve ever looked at a woman and thought, ‘yessur I would’ then you know what I’m talking about.

So crafty a sentence, it is also a statement of intent.

Don’t think she told you that because she just felt like ‘sharing’.

*Bernie Mac voice* That’s bawlshit!

There is never a time a woman will tell you that she isn’t wearing any panties in order to make her more aerodynamic on the dancefloor.

Or she is panty-less in order to let her brand new tramp stamp tattoo heel.

That’s crap, crap and thong-less crap!

If a woman tells you she’s got nothing on underneath her outfit, you best to know you have carte blanche to find out.

  • In a restaurant.
  • In a club.
  • At home watching TV.
  • Sunday dinner with the parents.
  • Extra long queue at Tescos.
  • A changing room in Primark.
  • The movies.
  • Anywhere.

What such a sentence does is that it makes you feel like you HAVE to know whether or not it is true.

And the finding out is the next part of the fun.

You may go straight for a cheek massage to find out quick and easy, you may go a little further up to check for a thong but you like to know then and there.

A more fun way is to take it slow with it.

Let her know with your touch that you are going to find out… you’re just gonna be slow with it.

  • Start with a single hand on the small of her back.
  • Run your hands along her waist, feeling for the elastic of underwear.
  • When you feel nothing, which you hopefully should, return to the small of her back. A thong triangle usually sits there.
  • If it ISN’T then she just might have been telling the truth.
  • She might actually have no underwear on.
  • You might have to go for a cheek caress to find out.
  • Best technique is slide a hand down from her back straight down the middle and then across a cheek of your choice.
  • What your hoping to feel is nothing but smoothness all the way do to her thigh.
  • A little eye contact between you should ensue because, at this point, you both know that there is only one other way for him to find out whether or not you are telling the truth.
  • One conclusive, definite way to find out if you are walking the talk.

That hand is gonna have to wander to warmer climates.

All this should transpire in about a minute but the thoughts that that 60 seconds feeds is enough to keep you going until you are able to REALLY do something about it.

The mind fuck of it all is what makes it so sweet. Because she already knows whether or not she is lying but you don’t.

And she enjoys watching you find out.

And he enjoys trying to find out.

If you’ve proclaimed yourself panty-less, your hoping he’ll get close enough to find out anyway so it’s all moo (see: Joey from Friends)

The sweet simplicity of such a sinfully saccharine sentence is what it does to the mind.

Especially if it is dropped appropriately… or inappropriately as the case maybe.

I say inappropriately because the true freaky people out there know about the sexual pleasure that can be found in being able to tease someone in an environment where they are not able to do anything about it.

Strolling the aisles of Tescos on a Friday night, doing the weekly shop isn’t the place to whisper that you are not wearing any underwear as you bend over to pick up a bag of Basmati rice… but what you’ve done is made him watch your thighs, trying to find out if you are or not. But it may not necessarily be appropriate to be groping each other in Tescos on a Friday night with families and shit all over the place.

But she knew what she was doing when she that.

She wanted to fuck with you.

Or, and this one is a REAL mind fuck, she tells you over the phone.

AAAAAAAHHHH…

Since teleporatation hasn’t be scientifically proven to be fincially viable on the NHS, them words over the phone are just unnecessary.

A general description of something your wearing over the phone sucks because you can’t do anything to see it… unless it becomes picture, or better yet, video call time.

I mean, think about the last time you heard a woman say to you, I’m not wearing any underwear.

Women may hear that all the time. To them, they can be going raving and be ready to walk out of the house and look in the mirror and see a VPL… then just slide the panties off, step out of them and put them in the purse like it’s nothing.

To a man, that’s a sexy ass thing to be in the presence of.

It’s not that we don’t know what you look like naked, but it’s the idea that your nakedness is covered to the world, but the private part of you is just… out…

With one lift of the back of your skirt… that’s all it would take…

Wanna make a man crazy without doing much?

Tell him you’re not wearing any underwear.

In fact try it out…

Randomly…

Pick someone in your phone and just text, tweet or message them and say ‘I’m not wearing any underwear…’ and you pretty much know the response your going to get.

As I said, it is such a crafty sentence because, between women, it is said in the tone of, ‘they were bothering me so I decided not to wear any.’

So off-hand, so meh…

What men hear is, ‘so my booty is right here and my pussy lips are sliding together all exposed… all you have to do is have a look.’

It’s weird to say this but a beautiful woman somehow becomes sexier when she chooses not to wear underwear and then tells you about it like it’s the explanation to the numbers in Lost (and I STILL don’t know what they are…)

That it is a secret that only you and her share.

You could be in a house party, just chilling, drinking, music is playing, joke is flowing, it’s all good.

You get up to get a drink, bend down to ask her what she’s wants to drink, thinking ‘yeah she’s looks good tonight’ then she pulls you close and tells you her drink order. You get YOUR drink first then she walks up to you, takes your drink then says, ‘I’m not wearing any panties tonight’.

Where are your eyes?

Where did you look as she walked away?

Exactly, you watched that walk with heavy concentration like it was CCTV footage.

What can you see?

What can’t you see?

Is she really not wearing any panties?

To really kick you while your down, she sits back down and folds her leg with the dirtiest smile before taking a long sip of your drink.

That woman is inciting you to do some shit!

Such a crafty sentence. Panty-less simplicity even.

Remember when Samuel Jackson ate the boy’s burger in Pulp Fiction, looking at him like, you can’t do shit and you know it.

That’s what that move was.

You don’t realise that she had you as soon as she whispered in your ear.

It was a like a slap in the face ‘cuz now, all that is on your mind is… *with a head tilt*

Is she?

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Little things that make BIG explosions

Little things… (thanks @SimoneKarmaRae)

The things that make you smile to yourself when no-one else is around.
They take place every day.
Right in front of you.

Driving down a long road and every light happens to be green, working in the office and you roll up a paper ball and shoot from the three-point line and SWISH, finding money in your clothes that you didn’t know was there, etc.

In the bedroom, the LITTLE things can cause big explosions and inspire a normal person to become an animal in the blink of an eye.

Different people have different triggers but we all have something we like to see or do or feel that makes us go from cool, calm, collected lovers to damn beasts.

When I say little things, I mean minute things like watching a woman take a top off.

Oh sweet mercy and Red Sea, watching a woman take over a top in preparation for some loving is such a sexy thang. Especially if she’s taken her jeans/trousers/skirt off first.

Standing there… looking all leggy and righteous. Then she reaches for her top, crosses her arms and up and over it comes.

The way she takes it off isn’t where the sexy is found, it’s in the reveal of her skin. As a man, you know that if the top has come off, you’re doing okay, but to be presented with her skin so close to you, makes you wanna get the party started. Damn near ravish the woman.

At the right time, a little thing can not only add an extra spark of electricity to the union, it can make a person come, it can put a person to SLEEP and can make a woman have a multiple orgasm.

The scale of little things that people like is so varied that this post could go on and on and on… but each ‘thing’ is understandable and can be appreciated by anyone. Even if it is a bit on the weird, freaky, WTF side.

A dude who likes his ass played with could be looked at with ridicule and shouts of ‘homo’ by closed minded folk, but those men who have indulged before can understand at least. And those that aren’t down at least know that there is SOME sort of pleasure to be gained from it.

They just ain’t ready to open up, pardon the pun.

A woman who likes a man to run his fingers in between her toes may not get a hi-five from those who are afraid of toes but you can at least appreciate that foot play DOES have some turn-on capabilities.

Obviously, those are two examples of extremes of little things but they vary from person-to-person.

Funny thing about little things is that the best time they happen is when the person doing them doesn’t realise that they are doing it.

Watching her bend over to get something out of a cupboard and the top of her panties peek out. Not a whole string, just the top.

A little frill from the top of a pair of purple French knickers.

Running her hands through her hair, clearing her face and sighing heavily while closing her eyes. She looks like she’s drifting away for a moment.

Am I the only one who wants to get into her space, steal her breath and be inches away from her when she opens her eyes?

Little things that happen outside the bedroom live in your memory when you get into the bedroom.

You remember last week when you watched her spray perfume on her neck as you now lick behind her ear and she hums like an old negro spiritual.

She’s riding you so hard, it’s like she’s trying to erase you from existence and all you can think about is when you watched her randomly putting her panties on, sliding them over her calves, sliding them up her thighs and POPPING over the caboose…

 

CHOO CHOO!!!

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo…. I’ve got a good one.

Watching her eat or drink something.

Oh yeah… I’m gonna go into this one…

Make it clear how a small turn on becomes a large, humongous, back-cracking burden.

Your sitting in front of him.

Your out or at home, your choice.

Let’s say your out.

There is food or drink in front of you.

Let’s make it some alcohol.

Something you’ve never tried before but always wanted to.

You pick up the glass, you look at it, analyse the colour, get close so you can smell its essence.

ALREADY, he’s watching you.

The way you hold the glass, how your eyes wonder at the mystery in front of you, the sweet sin across your face as you like what your nose inhales.

He’s picturing how you’ll hold his dick, how you’ll look at it and analyse it before you suck it, the way you smile just before you give him your ‘tried-and-tested’, make-em-buss-quick-not-to-be-messed-with head game.

And you haven’t even sipped it yet.

The first sip is the first lick.

The savour of the flavour is the moment she looks up with eyes that say, “I’m taking this dick to school,” just before deep-throating.

The swallow, followed by the appreciation of each and every ingredient, is the moment after the first lick and suck. And she looks at him like, “If you can’t handle that, then THIS is gonna kill ya!”

  • A woman’s walk
  • Being on a train or bus and she’s holding a rail and her shape defines right in front of you
  • Adjusting her bra strap
  • Brushing fluff from her thighs
  • Turning to face you with a look of, “What did you say?”
  • Biting her lips
  • Washing plates and dancing to herself
  • Licking her lips
  • Listening to her SLOW JAM and watching her gentle she becomes with herself
  • Breathing in general
  • Doing ANYTHING in oversized tracksuit bottoms, a t-shirt or vest and a headtie

 

Like I said before, little things are everywhere for everyone. They take any shape, happen at any time and arouse and entertain in the moan of an orgasm.

We enjoy them in the office, on the way to work, at the club, in the supermarket, while at church and everywhere else.

Little pleasures that start trains of thought in your head that get saved in your mental roladex for those stolen moments when you say to yourself, “Remember when she was tired the other day and stretched and her booty-to-back ratio popped out? That was nice.”

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