Sucking Dick

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I have in the past mused on whether I have maybe written too much or too often about blow jobs here? Could you, dear reader, be tiring of blow job content? But then I ask myself am I ever bored by sucking dick. I would I rather have a nice cup of tea or a mouthful of hard throbbing dick? I mean tea is nice and all, but really?

I am all about the cock sucking.

There are a lot of sex things I love and enjoy. I am a massive fan of fucking, fingering, jizz, bruises and marks to name just a few filthy joys of mine but alongside fucking, sucking dick has to be firmly (see what I did there) at the top of my sex joys list.

“A good blow job is fucking art. It’s like playing jazz piano blindfolded for an audience you’re desperate to please. It’s improvisation and communication and skill and practise and a whole lot of love.”

~ Girl on the Net

Love is the key to sucking cock. I don’t mean the romantic, I am in love with you, kind although that can definitely help. I mean the, I love giving blow jobs kind of love. The thought of sucking their penis should make you lick your lips in anticipation and grin to yourself as you imagine kneeling in front of them, or over them, or laying beneath them and having their cock gliding between your lips. Writing that, thinking about that, turns me on.

Of course loving it is key to all pleasurable sex acts. Enthusiasm for the job at hand, or this case, hand and mouth, results in everyone involved having a good time and all partnered sex should meet that standard. I am of the belief that if you are not having fun then it is probably best to stop doing whatever IT is.

I often have a craving for sucking dick. Just over a week ago The Gentleman and I meet for a drink. It was a little catch up after months of being apart (due to other circumstances we can’t do more than that at the moment). I put on a pretty dress and some fabulous underwear and we sat in a quiet corner of the pub talking and flirting. Sometimes forbid fruit can be really fucking hot and also it was just so lovely to see him again and be reassured that the connection between us is just as intoxicating and hot as it was last time we saw each other.

But back to sucking cock. When he hugged me his scent, the mixture of him and his cologne hit me and my body reacted with a version of a Pavlovian response centred in my cunt but also in my mouth because instantly I found myself wanting to suck him off.

Sometimes I think he still thinks me sucking him off is for him. When I said I had wished that I had given him a blow job for my birthday he commented along the lines of that hardly seeming fair. I told him he was wrong. I was what I wanted. I what I craved. I can make myself orgasm pretty much anytime I like but I can’t get that very unique and heady high that I get from blowing him. I do it for him because I get off on getting him off.

I really could write so much about this subject but when I can I possibly say that I have not said before? Actually I am sure there is something but on this occasion I have decided that actions speak louder than words and I am fairly confident the following ten seconds of video perfectly demonstrates how I feel about sucking dick.