Sex with a Ribbon

Well….there have been some great discussions about oral sex this week.  It was a topic that I had been considering for a very long time.  There are women in our town that have taken the time to reveal to The Marine that they are reading SexyWhispers.  (You know who you are!  *holler if you know me!*)

I wish that made me feel stronger, but really it makes me a little uneasy.  The Marine shrugs it off with the statement, “Tell the truth baby.”  He is right of course, but it is still a small community.  I comfort myself that, in reality, I live in a big world.  I live in the blogosphere and seek the understanding of women like me or those would like to join our ranks.  These are the ranks of women that talk to each other about sex openly—like we are not ashamed that God gave us sexuality or the ability to enjoy this vital part of our lives.

May women in the blogosphere hide their identity and I can respect that need for privacy.  To me, that makes it seem like I dont believe in what I say.  More than that, what I seek is not the mere acceptance of the status quo.  Nope…that won’t do because we have only a limited number of days on this rock.  And, when those days end, I hope to be standing before God with the knowledge that I ardently pursued the path He laid at my feet.  So…for this series….I end with two of my favorite writing by amazing women. 

For all the women in the world who join me on the journey of sexual discovery everyday.  Peace, Love, and Cheetos!  ~~Dee

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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”–originally written by Marianne Williamson

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PHENOMENAL WOMAN by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a model’s fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies.
I say
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It’s the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say
It’s in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It’s in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That’s me.

Oral Sex Erotica: Oral Satisfactions

You are there…in my soul…in my senses…as you have always been long before I could admit it to myself or you.  Past my sexually empathic nature, I can feel the breath of your being leaving me vulnerable and naked before you.  Our eyes meet as flames of passion claw up in waves of sexual energy that shakes the room and vibrates in the air between us.  No movement….not me toward you….not you toward me.  Just watching  …waiting …wanting ….my body and mind screaming for your touch ….begging for the right words.  But, those words of oral satisfaction won’t come.

The visuals of our sweaty bodies mercilessly flash before my eyes sending pulses of pleasure through my aching nipples and gathering deep between my thighs in throbbing electricity echoing my heartbeat in my ears.  Your warm, sexy voice caresses my soul and seduces my thoughts…dreams…as I watch you move.

In this game of sensuality…fixated around my oral needs….I can feel you watching me too as I slowly slide the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip leaving drops of moisture thickened by the thoughts of you and flavored with the taste of my wine.  Sucking my top lip in between my teeth, I bite down a little to ease the tingling sensation provoked by my oral fixation at the sight of you. 

“I want you,” I whisper into the air between us.  You smile at the words with confidence barely acknowledging their existence and lean back into the conversation with your friends. 

My eyes masturbate your body stopping just below your belt to appreciate your arousal.  My hands shake a little from the thought of touching you….now….finally.  The feel of you hard and long with my slender fingers wrapped around you…your hips grinding with every stroke of my hand.  I wet the pad of my thumb with saliva and roll it over the throbbing tip to hear your breath catch and release on a moan of want you will never express with words.

Leaning down, I slowly run the head of your erection across my cheek and down the soft skin of my throat to capture you between my breasts leaving proof of your passion in the thin liquid path of cum on my skin.  As I gently flick the tip of my tongue over your swollen head, your breath catches in a groan of pleasure as your hips rise to meet my hungry mouth.  Not yet…I have waited too long to touch you….taste you….see you watching me enjoy your body as I move my tongue down the hardness of your shaft with the need to suck you deep into my mouth fueling the beginning of my own orgasm.

Interrupting my fantasies with your hand on my arm, your fingers blatantly massage the fullness of my breast. You lean close to my ear, your voice probing and intimate, “tell me what color panties you have on.”  I see a playful command as I look up into your eyes. 

“I cant,” I smile sweetly without breaking eye contact as I lean into you pressing my breast against your knuckles and daring you to move away.   “I’m not wearing any,” I whisper just loud enough for you to hear. 

Your hand flinches against my arm and your eyes travel to the smooth skin of my thighs expose at the edge of my skirt.  Watching you, I part my legs slightly as I drop my hand down to the edge of my skirt and run my finger along the hem.  “Stutter for me baby…it makes me feel powerful.”

Tonight, even without your words, oral satisfaction will be mine.

Oral Sex and Fetishes

“As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”– Marianne Williamson

Sometimes, I start down a path of sexual disclosure and it ends up in a path of sexual discovery.  So, it has been this week with our discussions of oral sex.  I am so surrounded by the women in our small community that won’t even talk about oral sex that I often forget they do not represent the world or women as a whole.  I have discovered this week that many women enjoy the giving and receiving of oral sex.  It is with a deep breath of relief that I have learned this.  For I have spent years believing that I am the only woman on the planet that goes soft at the thought of oral sex.

At first, I tried to rationalize the feeling.  Hello Freud!  I mean, I practically put everything in my mouth.  I like to touch things with my tongue and lips.  I love to taste and sample things with my mouth.  I have always chewed on pens, drank from a straw, find myself sucking the end of my fingers as I concentrate, and nibble on my bottom lip.  When I find a man attractive, my lips tingle.  For me, the world is an oral experience.  Much to the chagrin of my friends and family, I have always stuck my tongue out at people when I was acting silly.  (BTW…I can roll my tongue at the end and in the middle—both at the center horizontally and vertically!  I know….freaky, but flexible!)

Even more, I started to realize that oral fetish is something deeper than just plain pleasure.  It’s like mint chocolate chip ice cream pleasure.  Or, amazing new pair of shoes pleasure.  Or, that pair of sexy panties that make your ass look amazing pleasure.  Ok…so you get the idea!   Freudian….perhaps or perhaps not.  It’s an argument that can not be proven or disproven as who can really say where sexual desires and sexual pleasures start?  My point is…as long as there are a group of women who understand and accept the pleasures of oral satisfaction, I will continue to throw this question out for your consideration. 

• Oral fetish?  Anyone care validate the existence? 
• While you wrestle with this question, I assume that everyone knows that there is such a thing as a tongue vibrator!

                    

I know people become really uncomfortable at the thought of a fetish because they like to categorize “fetish” in the realm of the outside of the mainstream behaviors.  But, in truest definition, a “fetish” is any object or non-sexual part of the body that becomes the object of a sexual desire in order to gain sexual fulfillment.

For me, the difference seems to be in need verses wants.  I know what I want, but what I feel in my sexual soul…that is a sexual need….and not a sexual need just anyone can fill!  ~~Dee

Hot Blow Job Babes

“If you had your choice,” I started with a playful smile.

“I,” he interrupted, “always have a choice.”  Such a Scorpio—his focus sharp on me—deadly with charm and male sexuality.  I reveled in what would come next because it would be a measure of his manhood in ways he did not understand.

“If,” I started again discarding his interruption, “you had a choice between a stunning woman without sexual skills and an average woman who gave an incredible blow job, which would you choose?”

“No question,” he’s sitting forward in his seat now, clearly interested in the topic of conversation, “a woman who can give an incredible blow job is a stunning woman.  And, if she enjoys what she is doing, then she is a perfect 10 in my book.”

Ok…he not only passed the test, but won brownie points.  Not unusual.  This is also the man who informed me rather pointedly that the most attractive feature about any woman was her eyes.  (Don’t “awwww” too quickly….Scorpio men are dangerous!)

But, here is the point!  Once women get over their self imposed guilt complex about oral sex (remember…we are drinking the sexy Kool-Aid together—oral sex is not dirty), then the next issue they need to overcome is their own confidence.  And this…confidence….is what we are here to work on in this post.

The motto for this post is (everybody lift their glass of sexy Kool-aid) “I will be the hot blow job babe that brings him to his knees.”  Here is the secret:  this, ladies, is already in your power!

Here are some great posts from around the *Cathouse* and around the web:

• The Rule of Blowjobs for Women:  When I wrote to ask Selena for permission to use one of her advanced techniques for blow jobs, she responded with “I will write something especially for this week!”  OMG…did she ever.  I love this post so much because she hits all of my favorite techniques (like humming) plus promotes respect at the same time!
• Naughty Tuesday #1:  One of the first inhabitants (and a personal favorite flavor of yours truly!) of the *Cathouse,* MissM shows women the best of the best ways to prepare and practice to blow a man’s…ummm… mind!  All in the Scorpio style of confidence that says “I AM the blow job babe!”
• SexInfo101:  From the basic introduction of the blow job to more advanced “secrets” of oral sex, these two articles are good sources for the girls guide to getting started.

               

Now, that you have your bag full of oral tricks and temptations firmly in hand, so to speak, here are a few things to think about:

• Men are men.  They do not consider their smell or taste.  They consider the feeling of oral sex and the excitement of a woman willing to give them a blow job.  If he smells like he needs a shower, there is no excuse for not taking him into the shower for some sexy, soapy foreplay before the main course.  Wash him (careful around the head….soap and head do not mix….dont ask how I know….trust me!!!).  He will love the attention to his male parts and you will love the smell of his sexy clean body.
• Getting clipped.  Most men will look at you like you have lost your mind if you even suggest that they trim the male hairs.  But, it is so worth the effort.  Point out to him that he looks bigger without all of that hair and it makes you want to run your tongue over him.  You will hear the buzz of the electric razor in the bathroom before you finish the sentence.  Want a fun game?:  Offer to shave him in exchange for a blow job.
• Explore Orality.  This is not a race.  Take your time and enjoy the textures, tastes, and differences of the male body.  Watch him and listen to him breath as you run your tongue over him…work slowly and build to a steady pace….then back off again.  In short, there is not a right way.  Explore your body using his and do what works the best.  You are in charge here—pick a position, place, and technique that you like and enjoy your game!  My favorite is “you move, I stop.”  Then, I try my best to make him move!!  Ok…I am an evil little control freak.  What is your point??
• Tasty Tidbits.  If taste is your issue (lots of women do not like the taste of a man—because of pre-cum or other issues—and there are ways to change the taste of cum according to what he eats…another posting!), try tastes you love.  Hello…is there a better way to use chocolate syrup or banana pudding?  There are tons of lubs and gels that you can get online or in your favorite sexy store that are flavored.  Get yourself a six pack of assorted lubs and go girl go!
• The Secret of Confident Chics.   Most women believe that either you are confident or you are not.  Don’t get in your own way.  Men love the very thought of a blow job!  You don’t have to be perfect…you have to be willing.  Practice will give you confidence ….along with his moans, pleading, renewed excitement.  Plus, an odd thing will happen after your first really good blow job….when he starts to think of you as a Blow Job Babe…you will start to think of yourself that way too!

                    

I have been surprised over the last few days at the number of women who said they really loved oral sex.  I am so surrounded by women every day who are shocked and disgusted (uh huh….right….”Me thinks she does protest too much!”) at the idea of oral sex.  I heard one woman say that she does not do blow jobs anymore after she got married.  Poor poor man.  I felt so sorry for him.  Even more, I felt sorry for her!

In short, to me, the ultimate turn on is seeing a man caught in passion and pleasure because of me.  It is orgasmic.  I know that I did that…pure and simple. 

Ready to join the ranks of the blow job babes?  If you have questions, tips, or comments, then please share!

Remember, the fear lasts a minute, but the freedom lasts a lifetime!  ~~Dee