I love sitting in front of the computer watching porn. I don’t do that nearly enough. When I masturbate I’m usually lying in bed reading sex blogs, but even if I happen to be watching porn I’m probably still in bed. Still, I find something so hot about sitting at the desk with my feet up, feeling the familiar sensation of my fingers or a favorite toy.
We were planning to Skype with a really hot couple on Friday night. They’re Twitter friends, we’ve been chatting with them for months, and this was to be our second time camming with them. We’d scheduled it a week or so in advance, and we were all really looking forward to it. We even got a babysitter for a few hours, something increasingly necessary given our daughter’s unreliable sleep schedule.
A minor medical issue on their end curtailed our Skype fun shortly before it was to begin. While it was disappointing, we understood completely. There are no guarantees, and the health and well-being of our friend was our main concern. However, this development did leave us with a bit of a dilemma, namely what was to be done with our evening.
We had a couple options. We could cancel the babysitter and save it for our inevitable Skype reschedule, or we could keep the babysitter and return home for a little off-camera fun. We ended up keeping the babysitter, partially because our daughter was excited about the prospect of playing with her grandson, who was staying the night. The real tragedy is that we’d already eaten dinner. It would have been great to have gone out to a nice dinner, just the two of us.
After we dropped off the baby, we came right home. We had plenty of time, but we knew it would go fast, especially since we were hoping for a shower and a nap in addition to the sex. As we pulled into our space in the parking garage, Jack suggested that we fuck right there in the car. We do this sometimes, even though we can easily go upstairs and do it in the privacy of our own home. Sometimes when Jack’s parents are staying with us we tell them we’re going out and then have sex in the car. And I would have gladly gone down on him at the very least, but some people were unloading a truck parked in a nearby space. We decided to just go upstairs.
We left a trail of clothing from our front door to the balcony, and were naked by the time we stepped out into the night air. It was chilly, not so cold that it was uncomfortable, but pleasantly breezy. Jack pushed me against the wall, and I braced myself with my arms. He knelt behind me, holding me by my hips as he lowered his face into me, lapping noisily, lasciviously, at my slippery lips.
Waves of pleasure cascaded over me as his tongue found my clit. At the same time he moved one of his hands between my legs, inserting two fingers. I arched my back, allowing him greater access, and he slipped in a third. My moans were loud and excited. There was no way to hold back now. As he pressed down on my G-spot I imagined myself exploding, soaking Jack’s mouth and face, my wetness dripping down his arm and splashing all over his bare chest. It turned me on. But I didn’t want his fingers to make me cum.
“Fuck me,” I implored him. In seconds his fingers were replaced by his wonderful, thick cock. No sooner had he entered me than I came, his first thrusts triggering a mind-blowing orgasm that made me scream the sounds of my pleasure against the quiet of early night. I could feel myself gush with the force of a ruptured dam. I imagined my juices clinging to Jack’s balls, dripping down his legs. I gripped the wall, riding every intense second of my orgasm. And when it was over, he kept right on fucking me.
I listened closely for the tell-tale signs of Jack’s approaching climax. Sometimes I feel his body tense up. Other times he tightens his grip on my hips. Still other times he pulls my hair. And while I enjoy noticing those cues, this time I really wanted to hear him. His breathing changes, or else he’ll just tell me he’s close. When that happens, I know I have to move quickly.
“Yes,” he said. “Yes, I’m cumming.” He pulled out, and I quickly whirled around. I found myself face to face with his cock, the head red and swollen as he beat it furiously in a tight fist. His moans rivaled my own as my mouth engulfed him, swallowing first his length, and then each spurt as it shot past my gag reflex and straight down my throat. He made no attempt to stifle himself, his hands holding my head until he was spent.
Afterwards I licked him clean for good measure, noticing that he was fragrant with the scent of my earlier eruption. I love tasting traces of myself on his cock, and briefly lost myself in a fantasy in which I was tasting not my own pussy on him, but someone else’s.
We came inside and took a warm shower. As we dried off, Jack checked his phone. We still had a couple hours before we had to pick up the baby. He asked me if I still wanted to try and catch a nap. I had different ideas, and we spent the rest of our alone time sitting beneath a blanket in our camping chairs, drinking hot chocolate and listening to the quiet.
-Jill
What is your single most important tip for giving oral sex? The one thing that you think makes you great at giving. Also, what’s the one tip you would give a partner to get you off?
Jack’s Answer
Oral sex is one of my favorite things ever. Not just to receive – though I certainly do enjoy receiving it – but also to give. Going down on a woman is one of the most intimate, sexually exciting activities I can think of, but it’s also a lot of fun. Getting up close and personal with her pussy is exhilarating, as is listening to her breathing and verbal cues as she approaches orgasm. And the orgasm itself is most definitely the icing on the cake.
My most important tip for giving oral sex? That’s a tough one, because every woman is different. What works for one person will not necessarily work for another. In fact, one of the most exciting things about oral sex, or for that matter sex in general, with a new partner may very well be figuring out what works and what doesn’t. Rather than listing a specific “move” that may or may not do the trick, I suggest learning what your partner enjoys, and what leads to orgasm, and do that. Never leave her (or him, even) unsatisfied, even if that means moving aside and letting your partner take care of things.
The one tip that I would give a new partner who is determined to get me off is not to be afraid to use your hands. That is not to say that I require hand usage, or even that it will necessarily make the oral sex better. In fact, when being deep-throated, hand usage is pretty much impossible. But in general I find that stroking and sucking together rarely fail to get me off.
Jill’s Answer
I love giving oral sex. I have always admitted to being submissive, and I know that for many women giving head is a submissive act. But while I love being on my knees, looking up at Jack wide-eyed as he feeds me his hard cock, and I love feeling his fingers tugging on my hair as he fucks my throat, there is something about giving head that is, for me at least, very dominant. When I’m sucking cock, I usually feel like I am in total control. Not always, though. Sometimes I don’t want to be in control. Sometimes I want to have control taken away from me.
My single most important tip for giving oral sex is to pay attention to your partner. When I give Jack head, I notice that he gives off subtle cues, such as the sounds he makes and his body language. Sometimes he is more vocal, and tells me exactly what he wants, or how much he enjoys what I am doing. But other times he has to really concentrate on the pleasure he is receiving, and the only feedback I get is feeling him tense up and listening for changes in his breathing. Fortunately, I have a lot of experience giving oral sex, especially to Jack, and I know exactly how to respond to these cues.
As for the one tip I would give a partner in order to get me off, it’s difficult to narrow down, but the main thing that never fails to make oral sex a memorable experience for me is when Jack (or whoever) gives me long, slow licks all over my pussy. I enjoy having attention lavished on my clit, but that’s not the only spot that is receptive to stimulation. As I get excited and react to these long, slow licks, I want the pace maintained. I try not to react too much because I don’t want Jack to change the pace. If it slows down or speeds up too much, it can throw me off and I have to get used to the totally new rhythm. On the other hand, I want him to know that it’s working. If I say, “Just like that”, or “Don’t stop”, he knows not to vary his pace or change what he’s doing. If the pace does change, I can usually compensate by moving my body in sync with Jack’s tongue.
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14. Which fetishes do you just really not get?
I don’t get the very intense manner of flogging that results in breakage of skin. I guess I understand that for some it is a sexual release like any other, and I don’t judge consenting adults doing what they need to do for their own satisfaction. But deliberate harm isn’t really my thing.
Bonus: Complete this sentence: To me, Fetish, Kink and BDSM means…
…whatever you want it to mean.
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I know what you’re thinking: Really? Jack, the guy who comes across like he’s got all the game in the world, doesn’t get women?
First off, slow down. I never said I don’t get women. (But sometimes I don’t; they’re extraordinarily complex.) What I’m referring to specifically is my occasional inability to read a signal. This deficiency doesn’t affect me as much now as it did when I was single. Being happily married, I don’t find myself on the receiving end of signals from available, interested women every day. I notice them when they do occur, and I am generally intrigued, though given the nature of my relationship it’s not something of which I am generally able to take advantage. The irony, of course, is that being married affords me the clarity that allows me to read signals – something I didn’t always have in my single days.
I’m a pretty straightforward guy. I always have been. I value honestly, and I never cared much for the games society requires one to play when dating. If I liked someone, I would tell them so. If I had a good time on a date, I would probably call the other person the next day, rather than allowing for some arbitrary post-date waiting period. Maybe that eagerness killed off promising relationships before they had the chance to get off the ground, but if being in a relationship required me to change who I am as a person so as to better conform to what was expected of me, I was usually content to hold off until I found a more suitable partner.
It is this straightforwardness that is partially to blame for my occasional inability to read a romantic or sexual signal. If someone thought I was attractive, it would have been a lot more expedient for them to simply say so, rather than perform some manner of complicated interpretive dance. I understand that some people – for the purposes of this post I’m talking about women, though I am not implying that this does not apply to men – are afraid to take a risk lest they be rejected, or are unwilling to be completely honest about their sexual desires for fear that they will be judged. But the fact is, not every man knows what to do with a signal of interest when one is thrown their way. This has certainly been true of me at various points in my past.
I’d actually forgotten about this phenomenon, this wealth of missed opportunities, until I was chatting with our friend Nastassja Kinky, and she mentioned having “a huge blindspot” when it comes to reading signals from flirty people. Suddenly I was reminded of several instances, most of them during my college years, in which I missed a signal, and with it the opportunity for relatively effortless sex.
So what have you been up to so far this summer?
Oh, not much. Sold my books back, booked my flight home, got my tongue pierced, put my car in storage and flew home.
You know that a tongue stud is really good for oral sex, right?
Yeah, I saw Pulp Fiction. So what?
Through the shadows, an unknown figure lurks in darkness.
-Jill
As this week marks the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth II, the theme of Sinful Sunday is Rude Britannia. In keeping with the theme, we visited a British-themed inn and pub here in Northern California.
