But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
This Year's Love - David Grey

I arrived in a tight black sweater, a white collared shirt, a denim mini, stockings, black bra and the tiniest thong possible. I pretended I went straight from working for my dad to school, which is of course fictitious, I just wanted to look smoking for him. We watched the office, that he always records for me, and then Guess Who, but neither of us had any interest in watching the screen. Soon the stockings were off and so was the sweater and the look on his face when he saw the black bra through the white blouse was priceless. After an hour of his tongue in my mouth, his lips on my neck, my ear lobes, my chest, his hands caressing my breasts, my ass under my skirt, I was so hot for him that I thought my head might explode.

Whether he sensed my impending loss of all control, or he was there himself as of course I was doing an excellent job of manual stimulation. His fingers blazed a trail along my inner thigh. I thought I was on fire. As we began to massage me through my undies I could not control the sounds coming from my mouth. How could he know just what to do? As he slipped past the black lace barrier I became vibrating, spasming, sighing putty.

After recovering on his shoulder, I looked into those beautiful hazel eyes and said “What do you want?” Dying for him to tell me to suck him. Apparently he is a little uncomfortable with asking. Which is thoughtful. He doesn’t want anything I’m not willing to give. But. It’s so hot when they can say it. Plus, we’re both sitting there dying to fuck each others brains out, but neither of us can say it.

So..

He brushed my hair out of my eyes. I looked up at him and licked a bit of the salty tang off my upper lip. He sighed and rested his head on the back of the couch. I stood up and walked weak kneed over to the sink for a drink. I joined him on the couch. He gave me that look. That my mind has just been blown look. I said “What?” He said “Nothing.” I said “No, really?” He said, “ You’re just really good at that.” I said “Thanks” and for a split second began to worry if he was wondering how much practice I had had. Then he said “ no seriously….” And went on to tell me stories of having been blown for 45 minutes (our average is about 3.5 minutes) and not getting off. Of always liking them, but never getting there from one. Until me.

Hmm. Firstly. I’m on to you boys. I am an enthusiast, I’ve only ever received praise, and a ridiculous amount at that, but – I’m not sure that I believe that you have never cum from a bj before. I’m glad to appreciate my style, but, I am fully aware that you think that flattering me, will get you more bjs. Don’t worry, it still totally will, but I’m on to you. Secondly, ladies, if you don’t want to do it, don’t do it poorly, just don’t do it. Suck it up and say no. You’re giving the rest of us a bad rap.

Needless to say, I didn’t require the services of any battery operated devices this time.