Tag Archives: vagina

100 posts and cumming…

So, here we are…

Another blog post… but not just ANY blog post…
This is my 100th blog post…
The BIG one double zero…

SO for such a monumental post, I thought I would just say hello and thanks to all the readers and commentators and subscribers of Mr Oh’s Little Black Musings.
It was this time last year that I was told that I should create a blog because I seem to have a lot to say on the subject… the subject being sex.

And in the last year, I’ve written 99 blog posts (but a bitch ain’t one hit me) on sex from grey pussy hair to the ins and outs (no pun intended) of pussy eating to the right kind of song to listen to when you’re fucking to the orgasms that make you kick your partner off the bed.
And the funniest thing is that those topics are only the tip of the iceberg of what I’ve written.
This blog hasn’t meant to be a ‘how-to’ guide of sex nor is it supposed to be a man bashing blog, telling dudes the best way to get their partners to have good orgasms (but I have addressed a few direct issues).
I’ve written all my blog posts from the view of someone who just LIKES sex. In every sense of the word LIKE.
Okay, I LOVEEEEEEE sex… but, not like a hungry man who’s just trying to get as much sex as possible. I love the ART of sex.

If you don’t know about the art of sex then you, my friend, are slacking on your macking and you may need to read over a blog or two to see what I mean.
The art of sex can be found in the little things we take for granted during those Isley Brothers moments (*sings* in between the sheets….)
I mean, take for example, kissing.
For some people, kissing is just something you do just before you try and grab a breast or try slip a finger beneath the panty elastic.
But the beauty of kissing and the art of it, like, the way a hand sliding up and down a face can make someone feel completely different and heighten a situation or the way you can suck a bottom lip (or borrom lip) that can make a woman sigh in a ‘well GOOD GAWD DAMN’.
(And if you’re wondering why I refer to the kissing aspect as men trying it is because women GENERALLY appreciate kissing more than men do.)

From the day I started the blog, I just wanted to write about sex in a way that I wouldn’t be able to write about in my books ( that’s Little Black Book by Mr Oh via Amazon and all good online retailers – FYI)

There’s tons of stories that I could write about sex but there are also hundreds upon thousands of subjects about sex that I could blog about. And that’s what’s made this blog so much fun.
One thing I really enjoy doing is offering my blog subjects out to people… just to see what people want to read but more importantly, what subjects people wanna know about.
I’m no expert… hell no…
*Clay Davis voice* sheeeeeeeeeet….

We all have bad days where we come quicker than we thought we would. I’m just a normal dude with a penis and two testicles.
Like most people, I’m a watcher.
You know what I mean? When I’m out, I like to watch people and see what they do and how they do it, sometimes make stories up about where they could be going or what they could be going to do.
Sex is the same.
You may find me with my eyes open at particular times but that’s because I just like to watch and see… and witness things that you may miss when you close your eyes.
As you can tell from my blog, I’m an avid, excited and sing it from the rooftops pussy eater who just LOVES to get down with the get down (no head push necessary).

You’ll probably find me down there before any kisses have been exchanged. Call me nasty, call me a bowcat, call me a carpet muncher… in fact call me dem tings… if that’s what people need to feel comfortable about themselves and what they do between the sheets then go right ahead.
See, with pussy eating, when men spend all their time cursing us eaters, they aren’t thinking about the actual idea of pleasing their partner, which is what its all about. They spend all the time thinking about the actual taste of pussy, the feel of having a pussy in your mouth or the idea of being beneath a woman in that way.
Not really thinking of how good she’ll feel or the power of orgasm she could possibly endure or the possible repercussions that could result from giving a woman the tongue action she deserves.
Let’s just say, if you give a woman that good head, she’ll hit you with a good plan B to go with her plan J…
Slop, mess an all that goodness…

But that’s just me though.

This blog was just meant to be a simple venting of my apparently overly sexual way of thinking and things that I felt needed to be said about sex because, as I said, I LOVE sex.

In today’s society where sex is becoming more and more cheap and looked at as a goal to reach or a prize to win, its folk like myself who are trying to keep the beauty of the act alive and kicking for the GROWN FOLK out there who enjoy it the same way I do.

This blog is:

For the people who like to take their time and watch the dick going in and coming out misty and creamy.

For the people who liked to be looked in the eye while they give head.

For the people who like to be slammed against a wall and have their hands held above their heads.

For the freaks who KNOW of their own freaky status and are PROUD of it.

For the animals out there who love to give head almost as much, if not more, than they like to receive.

For the saucy ones out there who like the taste of someone else smeared across their face.

For the downright deplorable mofos who like to use their tongue to flick it on someone’s ass.

For the freaks who know they are freaks without having to use it as a line to TRY and get someone to sleep with them.

For the free spirits who three and foursome it up…

My blog is for you.
Not gonna lie, I was thinking about stopping at 100 posts but in my mind and my libido, I feel like there’s quite a few subjects I’m yet to cover so I’m just gonna go on and on and on…

So, again, thank you for reading it, thank you for offering subjects for me to write about and thank you for your comments, subscriptions, your retweets, your sentence jacking and all round appreciation for what I do…

Here’s an Ohmage taken from my new book Little Black Book Volume 2 that is coming out real real REAL REALLLLLL soon…
Nuff love to ya…

(Really, look at the ROTATION on that caboose… wait until Little Black Book Volume 2 comes out… oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo chillllle)

Peace and hair grease…

Mr Oh

P.S. – Little Black Book Volume 2 is coming soon.

1 Comment

Filed under Oh stuff...

Dear Vagina

Hi… remember me?

I believe I’ve met you a few times over the last 12 years.
I don’t know if you remember me but I remember you!

You see, I’m writing this letter not just to say hello or to try and get some…
I just wanted to write this letter to say that I have got nothing but love for you.
And I appreciate you and everything you do!

I know you’ve been through a lot and everyday you are forced to deal with my representatives trying to meet you… but when was the last time someone wrote to you just to say thank you?
Just to say, ‘thanks for the meeting’, nice to meet ya? Or thanks for transforming into a birth vehicle that delivered me?

It’s probably been a while. But that’s okay, hopefully this letter will make up for lost time.
I’ve met you in many shades, shapes, sheens and grins and every time has been a pleasure. Okay, SOMETIMES, it’s been more of a chore and other times, it’s been a travesty but I’ve still appreciated you.
I know it seems like men don’t stop and give you t the right love and respect you deserve but hopefully this letter will be the start of a new day.
Being the all-powerful body part you are, you know what you are capable of doing to me and many others like me. You know how to smile and frown in a way that makes me feel you shivering up my spine.

From my first days when I was allowed the finger introduction to you, I was an addict, though the scent of you was confusing at first. But then, after I got to meet you a few more times, I began to like you more and more.
And it’s been that way ever since.
Now I’m not afraid to look you in your one eye and engage in some rhymthic conversation at any time.

Now I’m a grown ass man, I can look at you close up and imagine talking to you… because sometimes I just like to watch you.

That’s right, I watch you.
At all times.

When your wrapped up warm.
Naked.
Filled with tissue for your nose when it’s time for your monthly break in conversation.
Smiling.
Frowning.
Drying up and not letting ANYONE talk to you, not even yourself.
The stutters in conversation that make your back arch.
The lines, the curves, the folds, the talking points…

I’m ALWAYS watching you.
I’d be a fool not to.

From the first time I met you in a bed situation, when your owner squeezed her thighs together and made me think that I was meeting you, up to the day when I made you stutter 27 times, I love and appreciate you Vag.
You’ve been a wonder since you taught me how to breathe, how to live and you were the first place I left that actually made me cry… BUT…

I still love you…

I love you more than my own nipples. It’s always been you. Even though your dirtier sister round the back also likes to try and talk to me sometimes, its always you I’m thinking of.
She can get the hell on!!!

There is never a day when I don’t think about you. Wonder about what you’re doing… or who’s doing you… are they giving you the RIGHT conversation?
And coming in so many variations, its a wonder I haven’t become a professional conversationalist.

Fat folds, flaps and fine lines
Lips, labia and small talk
Secreting, leaking, mouth kinda Jay Z-ing
Small ting, thin, Tesco bagging

I don’t care which one you are… I’m just talking about you.
Clean, tasty, looked after you!

The you I’ve loved to talk to for so long, never running out of things to say, always a smile on a dry day.

I would to say thanks.
It’s been a pleasure meeting you as many times as I have and I cannot wait to meet you all over again to engage in what can only be called heavenly conversation for the mind, body and soul of you…

So next time you see me, know that there is more than masturbation on my mind.
If I start singing Tevin Campbell’s Can We Talk upon our next meeting, you know what I’m thinking…
I’m thinking of you…

Yours FOREVER (my lady),

Mr Oh – loyal friend, to the end, hoping to meet you again and again…

1 Comment

Filed under Oh stuff...

Power of the Feline

Your a woman!

You know yourself… at least I hope you do…

Because you my dear are the most powerful woman on the planet.
As a mother, sister, daughter, cousin and a WOMAN, you are built to stand the test of time…

And you give birth too…

There’s not a salute big enough…

But there’s something that women HAVE that, to men, make them leaders.
And men want it.
Something that mpake them our mistresses of indecision.
Our hostess at dinner time between the sheets.
Something that makes men slaves to the alter of THE WOMAN.

Shhhh, down kitty…

Yessur…

I’m talking about the Power of the Feline. Or pussy… or vagina if you wanna be proper. Narni if your old school, vajayjay if your LIKE THAT, phat monkey, blue magic, endo, gushy stuff, sugar walls, camel meat, downtown, lower smile and the many different variations we use.

As a man, I can easily admit that in my youthful experimentation days, I got caught in the Power.
More like grabbed round the throat and choked to within an inch of my life.
That sweet thang had me spending money I didn’t have, making promises I couldn’t keep and doing things I was strictly against.
But the Power was too strong and the owner of the Power knew how to use it.

Though they may not admit it, men are reading this thinking they fully have control of the Power in their lives.
Sure, they’ll beat it up and dagger it down but, do they REALLY have it under control?
Think about it guys…

You may know how to make the pussy vibrate with your Mario pipe but, at that moment of dripping wallpaper and succulent rhythm, you can’t imagine being anywhere else.
That is the Power on yo ass…

But the worst thing about the Power… and this is one of those unspoken things that you notice but never talk about…
The fact that a woman’s Power grabs you from the moment you look at her.
She might not be giving it to you but, as a man, you’ve pictured her legs on your shoulders and her sex faces humming to your song.

It’s like you can smell it…

The Power can make a man do damn near anything.
It’s sheer force will make a man go into his pocket for some ching ching… and men LIKE their ching ching…
But the Power tells him to do it…

He can TASTE it in the back of his throat and its fucking up his head.
Now SOME men are hip to the game that the Power brings but they still have their moments of weakness…

Hold on… wait…

See, the Power’s at work in my mind…

You haven’t even hit it yet…

The Power is so damn strong that you are behaving like an idiot for her and questioning things in your own life and you are yet to hit the skins…

Where’s the control now?

Behind every strong man is a strong woman but the Power of the Feline is running his mind.
He can describe to you blow-by-blow the last time he suffered as a result of the Power’s… power, lol.
Maybe he came to pick you up and waited the extra 20 minutes you took to get ready, complaint free…
Or he did something that surprised you in a good way…

It’s the Power at work…

Sweet to the taste and slick as grease on the fingers…

The Power is the IDEA of pussy… the thought of being inside it, the memory of the time she creamed on your dick in thick globs and sucked it off, any opportunity just to be in its presence.

It can start wars, make a clever man dumb and destroy lives in the wrong hands.

Some women use it for good, some women use it for evil (cough Katicus Stackicus cough), some don’t use it at all and some don’t even know they have it.

But really, women don’t have to put effort into using it.
The Power of the Feline is a strong subliminal thing that is right before your eyes but your still blind to it.

In our highly sexualised society, women are pushing their Power in ways like never before.
It’s in music, on our TVs, in newspapers and magazines and in our homes.

These may possibly be the rantings of a highly sexual writer whose had his ass whupped by the Power many times, OR, there are one or two vajayjays out there inflating in the lip area at the thought of the Power emanating into the ether.
Not to be confused with general bad hygiene.

Do you see the Power of the Feline?
If your a woman, do you feel it?
Do you use it?
If your a man, have you HONESTLY ever been assaulted by it?
Can you harness it?

Do you REALLY understand how deep it goes?
No pun intended.

Writing Little Black Book 2, the Power of the Feline is sprinkled ALL over the pages… just wait and see…

By Mr Oh

image

1 Comment

Filed under Oh stuff...