Posts Tagged ‘oral sex’


Weekend in Annapolis: Piercings, Bondage, Etc.

October 20, 2008

Spent the weekend with my sweetie, M, in Annapolis, where he’s finishing up his final year of college. Aj was conveniently unavailable for us to play with, so we made our own fun. HOWEVER, our firtst night together was pretty unsavory. For those of you considering an apadrvya piercing for your or your partner’s cock please consider the following:

1. They take forever to heal – M’s took something close to a year, which meant very little sex, which meant we fought fairly often.

2. The cock becomes dependent on the piercing to sustain an erection – that means if you wanna go without for one night, you basically can’t. M tells me sex feels just spectacular with the piercing but when oral or anal comes into the picture the piercing has to come out and keeping it hard takes just about everything I have in me.

3. The jewelry has to fit PERFECTLY – We learned this after losing pieces of the barbell and after an oversized one did some painful stuff to my vagina. Never again. Oh and if you get the wrong metal your body will reject the piercing in a gross way (M has lost two rungs of his Jacob’s ladder to this)

4. Blow job givers must do a complete overhaul on their techniques – I happen to be blessed with a benign tumor on the roof of my mouth that gives a hollow click when the piercing makes an appearance. Also, it tickles.

The middle two are especially pertinent to my weekend; M managed to get a new barbell whose metal I am apparently severely allergic to and taking out the piercing resulted in him unable to orgasm. Gah. But we got past it and had some amazing adventures in orafice exploration.

M tied me up…extremely well (using my new green rope, yay). Something about being very tightly bound gets me worked up so much that I’m just dying to cum before the last knot is finished. He barely managed to skim and spank my exposed skin before I came every breath out of my body. It was intense. I actually was a pretty decent sub that night – he would just give me that look of “I will end you” and I just suppressed all switchy urges. Actually, that look reminded me of the scene in Pitch Black where Vin Diesel destroys the hammer-head whooping monster with his badassery and then declares “He did NOT know who he was fucking with” It’s funny because for a long time M struggled to find ways to punish lil masochistic me and he’s become terribly creative to get around it. I can never tell what’s going on in his head and that makes me get my shit together.

Good times and then there was sushi, soccer, Octoberfest, watching Exit to Eden (worst soundtrack I’ve ever heard) and cleaning M’s room.


On vigorous oral sex

October 9, 2008

In response to Playunleased’s survey on the enthusiastic fellatrix – no, I do not experience ill side effects after performing oral sex.

I imagine it’s a question of technique?  I don’t deepthroat, and I wrap my hand around the shaft by my lips, so a lot of the time the head doesn’t hit the back of my throat.  I do swallow when BF cums.

I go down on BF relatively infrequently, like once every couple weeks, but I’ve never had problems with oral sex on him or the ex in the last four years.

To be on the safe side, it might not be a bad idea to ask a doctor about cold-like symptoms after oral sex. Both men and women can acquire an oral infection of HPV, syphilis, gonorrhea, and chlamydia through oral sex.  These STIs are transmitted through skin-to-skin contact, so an infection on the scrotum or penis can pass to the vulva, anus, or mouth.

Symptoms can include a sore throat in all of these cases if the mouth or throat get infected.  So get tested annually, know your partners’ status, and play safely!


Random Tidbits

October 9, 2008

Here are a few errant ramblings that have surfaced over the past few days…

1) I don’t know the demographics of the readers of this blog, but I hope some of the audience enjoys my non-female, non-bisexual – rather, it’s male (obviously) and homosexual (also probably obvious) – perspective… But you’re all reading about alternative sex anyway, so I doubt I need to worry about offending anyone at the least.

2) I am recovering what turned out to be a moderate cold. On Monday, I was expecting to have a sore throught because of the three-way face-fuck fest I had Sunday afternoon. First let me say it was pretty hot. It was the first time that I was licking the shaft of someone who had his own mouth on the head. Amazing what you can do with nine inches… Anyway, it was one of the best Sunday afternoons I’ve had in a very long time. Second, I’d like to pose a question to my fellow authors and readers of this blog: after giving, uh, vigorous oral sex, do you get sick or at least have a sore throat? (And I mean infection ‘sore’, not bruised ‘sore’.)

3) Sometimes it’s funny how coincidences occur. To think that at brunch on Sunday I was commenting on how I’d like to try out this brand of lube, Swiss Navy. And on Sunday afternoon I got to try it. 🙂

4) I also tried on (aka “fucked with”) a large magnum condom. It was a lot more comfortable, still fit tightly enough, AND… AND… AND!!! it let my foreskin more a LOT more naturally! So hot…


Ohio is not for lovers

October 2, 2008

Not this one, anyway.  Mlle. Nottibits has concluded I need to get laid more, for the sake of our blog, but I regret I cannot comply.  Business trip means another week in foreign lands, ie the Midwest.

The good/belated news is, I finally got my movie in bed.  My 36 hours in DC were spent glued to BF.  We screwed around a couple times, and went to Georgetown on Sunday afternoon.  Couldn’t resist purchasing ridiculously frilly, overpriced underwear.  Purple and green with lace trim and bowties.  Stop me.

I had a large pizza slice for dinner and we went back to his place.  It rained intermittently and we saw a really bright rainbow along the way.  Did productive things a while, then slipped into bed for a reshowing of Batman Begins.

I certainly intended to get my kicks in before leaving for Ohio again.  So to get comfy, I slid out of my jeans and curled up to BF under the covers.  I was wearing scant lacey undies.  He traced circles over my hips and lower back, and my fingers idled along the waist of his jeans.  This continued for a good hour or so.

Mid-way through the movie he got up.  As he came back to bed, he apparently noticed my pantslessness, or cared to remark on it.  He turned around to stop the movie.

I pulled him on top of me and told him I loved him.  He kissed me and asked what I would like.  I pondered this briefly while we undressed each other.  As his hands slid downward, I told him I had two questions for him.

My first question was how many fingers he’d slip inside me.  He said one, which was a fine answer.  My second question was a request to go down on me.  I promised to return the favor.

He scooted to the foot of the bed and was very gentle, very patient.  He took his time until I came, one moan after another.  When I finally recovered, I pulled him back up to me.  He ground against me until I rolled him onto his back.  I pulled off his boxers and went to work.  I got excited again – I do so love giving head.

I think he enjoyed it, but didn’t feel like cumming in my mouth that evening.  He grabbed me and pushed me onto my back.  Usually he likes to start slow, but wasted no time in fucking me hard.  He knows how much I like it.

His roommate was drifting around the apartment and I tried to be quiet, which probably still failed.  BF was perfect, ravaged my body.  He likes making me moan, softly and loudly.  I loved it and as he came he slammed into me, over and over.  He knows how much I like that too.

After that we went to bed.  I shouldn’t have slept over, but it was 11pm by then and I was naked and happy.  It was also my last night with him for the week, and I didn’t want it to end a minute shorter than it had to.

As I’ve couched surfed this week, I’ve thought back to that night, and it makes me cum all over again.  I can’t wait to go home to him Friday.

I’m a selfish lover, and I think I should change that.  My goal is to be the best fuck he’s ever had.  I don’t know I’ll ever get there, but it’s certainly worth a try.  Happy Thursday and I look forward to posting about welcome-home sex!