Monday, May 4, 2015

Every blowjob has its place

I posted this originally on the old Fellatrices blog. Hope you enjoy

I'm getting aroused in advance of Fellatio Friday and the thought came to me, everything oral has its own context.

For example, I reunited with my sometime lover, Jon, last weekend. I hadn't been in bed with him for nearly two years, but it was like we hadn't been apart. I woke him in the middle of the night by taking his cock in my mouth. He always loved that. I felt it get steel hard and fill me as he moaned contentedly. I thought, this is the I Know You Well blowjob, and the memory made me think of other contextual sucks.

* The Getting to Know You Blowjob. I've had new boyfriends where all I wanted for starters was to suck their cocks, and maybe nothing more that the first time. They never complained. So I could marvel at how very unique each man's equipment is, how it felt against my tongue and inside my mouth. Would he have a strong spurt or kind of dribble? Would his semen be pungent or mild, stringy and thick or watery? Mmmmmm. The joy of discovery. Some men have never really had a proper blowjob before me, and it's amazing to see their ephiphany!

* The Wait-for-Me Blowjob. I loved this. A long-distance relationship. Hot phone calls every night. I told him he had to wait to come before he saw me in two weeks -- no masturbating. It drove him nuts, and when we got naked he just had to plunge his cock into me. I let him fuck me awhile, but then wiggled away. "Don't come," I purred. Then I went down on him, slowly... I've never gotten such a mouthful. He was a good boy and did exactly what I asked.

* The Spontaneous Blowjob. When I was married, my husband got back from a business trip, and we were all over each other in the airport. I couldn't wait. So once we were in the car, in the parking garage, I unzipped him and sucked his cock. I could hear people coming and going nearby, car doors opening, voices. I didn't care. I just wanted that delicious cock in my mouth.

* The Blowjob Surprise. A new lover whose ex-wife refused to go down on him, much less swallow...he loves me. One who is delightfully long and/or uncircumsized. An old lover who surprises me...he wants to kneel over me on the bed while he fucks my mouth like a pussy. Sharing his semen with him in a long French kiss. He comes in my mouth but stays hard and immediately fucks me.

And many more. I'm sure everybody has her own tale...

Friday, March 13, 2015

Taking a new lover

No, I didn't get drunk and drive a car into the crime scene by the White House, so stop asking. What a bunch of idiots.

Something has disturbed the sex time-space continuum. I have lately received emails from a number of men and women who are considering bringing a new lover into their relationship. For example, men who are intrigued by the idea of watching a stranger fuck their wives. Or women with the same idea, but more often, "My husband wants me to do this, what do you think?"

My advice: Proceed with great caution. This is real life, not a story on the Kristen Archives.

When I suspected my then husband was having an affair with his assistant, Heather, I took action. After all, I know a thing or two about surveillance. So I rigged up two cameras with sound in our bedroom, along with an actuator to turn them on if more than one person came in the room.

Work took me out of town so he had the place to himself for a couple of days. When I got back, I poured myself a glass of wine and watched the video.

Sure enough, I got to watch my husband be unfaithful. They came in the room taking each others' clothes off and passionately kissing. Pretty soon, he had her bent over the bed and was taking her from behind as they both stood. He was rough with her in a way he had never been with me. Then he gave her a long missionary fucking and she rode him to orgasm. They lay there, legs entwined, him softly calling her name, just as he did with me. Later, she took him in her mouth and brought him off a second time.

By this time, I had stopped the video long enough to pour a second glass of wine and then bring in the entire bottle. I wished I had a martini.

I was angry and jealous. This girl was canoodling with my husband in our marriage bed. She was younger and me and pretty. Blond. Unlike me, she had large breasts, which my husband eagerly sucked as she rode him. She was a moaner (I'm a screamer), so I took a little comfort in that. Less so in that they obviously were having a great time. That I loved him and he had betrayed me. I so wanted to be wrong about my suspicions

But I was also very aroused and territorial. As I watched it a second time, I fingered myself to an explosive orgasm. But nobody was there to hold me afterwards. My feelings were scrambled and strewn all over the room.

I wondered how I would have felt if he had asked my permission. If we had agreed that I could hide in the closet and watch. Maybe join them. It might have been different. I would have had a vote in the matter. But I would have had all the conflicted feelings.

Before I confronted him and took my revenge, we continued to have sex — the ghost of Heather in the marriage bed, of course. I asked him if he wanted to spice things up, if he was bored with me. How would he feel if I took a lover while he watched. Or maybe he wanted to bring in a woman? Or even experiment by being with me and a strange man, taking the man's cock in his mouth? He was turned on by the conversation — the talk ended with him fucking me, my legs up over his shoulders, a hard, frantic fuck where we were both very loud and I came about five times (at least he remembered to call "Linda" instead of "Heather).

Later, he was less enthusiastic. "What if you fall in love with him," he asked. "What if he's better hung and a better lover? It might break up our marriage." Yes, said with no irony.

But he was onto something. I had a girlfriend whose husband was turned on by the idea of being cuckolded. She was initially not interested. They had a good marriage and she had been raised strait-laced. In fact, he was her only lover. But he kept bringing it up, and indeed she had a co-worker who had been hitting on her for some time, a man to whom she was attracted. She warned her husband that if it happened, it might hurt their marriage. But he persisted.

So they had the man over for dinner, a handsome, charming single dude. After enough liquor had been consumed, they brought up the idea. He didn't need any convincing and soon all three were in the bedroom, the husband only watching. To make a long story short, she loved it. The newcomer fucked her like she had never been fucked. He was very skilled, including in cunnilingus where her husband was bumbling at best, and he had, as she said, "a monster dick on him."

For weeks afterward, the husband sulked and was overtaken by bursts of anger. She saw the other man on the side, and eventually moved in with him.

I've heard other stories where things worked out better. I've been to lifestyle clubs with experienced swingers. But these people knew themselves, knew the true state of their relationships, and knew their internal bottom lines.

No two couples are the same. But remember, real life is different from a fantasy.

I'd love to hear your stories, for better or worse, in the comments section.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Changes

I know. I've been gone.

Since we last visited, I've made some changes in my life. The biggest is that I am no longer playing "cougar."

Don't get my wrong. Parts of it were fun. It was definitely good for my ego to be attractive to younger men. I liked their stamina and their ability to get hard so quickly after coming. I love that strong stream of semen that most young men have. Young, taut skin, washboard abs, muscles and stamina. I had my share of long, thick cocks that stretched me like a virgin. Sweet.

But other things were either turn-offs or got old. In some cases, I was fucking guys half my age. In other words, young enough to be my sons...I tried not to think about that part. I did try to be a good teacher, the older woman initiating the young man into the arts of love in the European way, and in many cases I found willing and grateful pupils. There are women out there thanking me now for the skills their lovers picked up from Linda Sue.

Yet the majority either pretty soon wanted to move on to women their age. I tried not to be jealous, but that green-eyed monster is real. It made me aware that I wasn't 25 any longer. Others wanted a mommy substitute, and I definitely didn't want to play that role.

The thing that started to bother me was when these young bucks complained about my pubic hair and wanted me to shave. I'm proud of my natural red hair down there and it's not as if it is a jungle. It creeped me out that a lover wanted me to look like a prepubescent girl. There were young men who would pull out and masturbate until they came on my belly. This was fun once, because he seemed turned on by it. But it left me feeling unfulfilled, pun intended. I want a man to come in me, and then to feel his penis stay inside me as it became soft, and have him hold me. Their love-making was artless despite my best efforts. I realized that so many young men are porn addicts that they "learn" about sex from videos that show these acts.

No offense to readers who get off on this. But it's not my thing.

Then there was, in most cases, a big cultural and generational divide. I have a job with heavy-duty adult responsibilities, life and death. I like adult things and keep learning and growing. So many of my young lovers acted (and dressed) like adolescents frozen in their teens. They don't read books.

Lately, I've chosen men my age or older. I'm still juggling, but fewer. Two men — one my age, and another one who is ten years older. Both are great lovers (and for those counting, their penises are average length but lovely). And one lover is a woman my age. Jenn is also a natural redhead and my height. To be honest, I have been to a lifestyle club again, so I haven't lost my edge or curiosity. I still love short skirts, garters and stockings. Yes, I'm still a multi-orgasm screamer.

Jenn slowly opened up and told me how she had been brutally raped while working late when some hoods gained entrance to her office. There was nothing sexy about it. No enjoyment and unexpected orgasm. Just cruelty and brutality. It made me question my submissive side and rape fantasies — and I had one scary episode myself that I may tell you about. Anyway, I've tried to set those things aside.

I'm back in country for at least a while. I've grown my hair long, over my shoulders. I think you'd like it. Thanks for all your emails while the blog has been dark. I can't promise to be diligent about posting. Blogging is hard work and I have a fulltime job. And three lovers to keep happy...and to keep me satisfied. Life is good.

P.S., I am looking for some new blogs to link. Ideally, they are real stories like mine, not fantasies. But send me your nominations.