The Actual Cop Part II

I can hear her, and my cousin. Oh god Thank You for letting him be with her, otherwise I wouldn’t have heard them talking coming towards my room. I shoved him into the bathroom and kicked my underwear out of the way. They banged on the door, the cop mouths ‘Get rid of them’ – ‘I can’t!’, I mouth back, ‘they won’t take no for an answer’. See despite my aversion to weddings, I actually like my family. I particularly like this side of the family. And even more surprising, I’m a popular member, for all my crankiness, I’m pretty good craic. So I declare that I’m just shoving my dress back on – can’t make it too easy on myself, and I let them in. My cousin, quite rightly, asks why was I naked, I tell him there’s a corset in the dress and I needed a breather, my sister concurs like this is perfectly natural. We have some chats, they take a look round my room. I’m about to strain something with the giggles I’m holding in. We chat about the speeches, mention how good the food was and then my sister says she needs to fix her makeup – she’ll just be a second. I can see The Cop peering out at me from the crack in the door, composure gone for the first time! I tell her that her lipstick is horrible and let’s go get my other sister, she has a nicer colour that will suit her better. And practically strong arm her out of the room.

Bullet one, dodged.

Excitement and frustration levels up to a point of insanity.
This couldn’t be going any better if I dreamed it.

So I go back down stairs, mingle – fuck it, I’ve no idea what I did. I just know I was back in that room in less than 30 minutes. Exploding through the door with the enthusiasm of a kid who just won a medal. ‘Oh my god, can you believe that shit! Can you believe we got away with that!’ I am practically singing, and I launch myself at him and throw my arms around him, kissing him. ‘Yeah’ he agrees, actually sounding excited and relieved too, ‘I thought the game was up when she headed for the bathroom, I can’t believe you talked her out of it with that line, I nearly just walked out!’ ‘I told you this wouldn’t be easy’ I trill. The role play is over for now, I want to kiss him and have him and neither of us wants to wait.
Have I used the word exquisite already? Well it was. I was allowed to have everything. And I got everything. He ate me expertly, then put his whole hand in me again and made me come. He finally gave me his cock in my mouth – fuck I love that.
The bed was the perfect height for me to be on all fours with him fucking me from behind with my face buried in a pillow, biting it so as to stifle the noise. And then I heard him spit on his fingers as he circled them around my asshole. I knew what was coming but I love it when he gives me a running commentary: ‘Do you know what I’m doing?’ I made some noise, conveyed that I did. ‘And do you want it?’ I did. He pushed a thumb into my ass and fucked me at the same time. He took his thumb out and I complained, but he just lubed me up with more spit and put two fingers deep into me. Then said ‘I’m rubbing the head of my cock with these two fingers in your ass’. I just pushed harder down onto him. This was exactly what I wanted. He’d somehow found the ‘All New & Revised – Abbi Handbook’ and read it cover to cover.
I know we had more sex because there were condoms and wrappers all over the floor when my phone rang. How long had I been missing? It was my other sister. I answered not thinking that she was so close by. ‘Abbi! Where the feck are you? Everyone’s been asking for you?’ Insert some lame answer here, not about a dress, she’s too savvy for that. ‘Ok, well? Hurry up, you should get back downstairs, and, where’s your room, in relation to mine, I’m just in the corridor’. Oh fuck?
Fair play to the Cop, he’s half dressed at this stage.
On the spot, with her waiting for me to give her directions, I’m amazed that I think of this, I tell her to come up the stairs and my room is to the right. The stairs splits in two and there is a suite either side. I know I’ve sent her the wrong way but it has bought me about 15 seconds. Just enough time to right myself and collect the condom wrappers.
Does the room stink of sex? I don’t know I have to let her in.
I open the door and see her across the stairwell about to bang on the wrong door. ‘What the hell?’ she says, ‘I thought you said right?’ ‘Sorry, it’s my right as you look down the stairs, from um, where .. I’m standing’. This is not my best work, I can concede. But let’s all remember that I’ve had a lot of Prosecco and my senses have been dulled by the mind blowing sex. I’d like to see any of you do better. So delighted was I with myself, maybe I wanted to get caught?

In she comes and bounces on the bed, more proclamations that my allocated room is lovely, if a little small. (The consequences of being an outwardly single girl at a wedding – you never get the good room) We declare some sartorial winners and losers, mostly winners, we’re pretty nice, and the obligatory ‘Can you believe that tool of a man is here’ – yes I can, I was put sitting too close to him. She eyes me suspiciously, lying resplendently on the bed, she raises herself up onto her elbows and says ‘What’s up with you, what’s going on?’ Nothing, I reply, go on down I’m just gonna fix my make-up. ‘Oh no way’, she declares, ‘you’re gonna come back down with me. I just gotta pee first’.

‘Oh, there’s a boy in here’

‘Abbi? Eh, who’s this in your bathroom?’. Then ensues some of the worst lying I’ve ever tried to pass off. The game is up this time. My bullet dodging ability has passed.
And this is when I’m so glad that I took the time to make up a back story the week leading up to it. She buys it, but she’s not letting us stay in the room. She marches us down. I think she finds it funny that I’ve picked someone up/got picked up by a randomer at my cousin’s wedding. I think she thinks everyone else is going to find this funny too? I don’t agree.

In our effort to slip in, have a drink and then get back to the room we run into, in this order: The Bride, the Father of the Bride, the Bride’s brother, the mother of the bride, my aunt – who gives me a knowing look and walks off with a dirty laugh, she knows well, my other sister and my brother in law.
This is not what I wanted. I can’t tell what he wanted I’m out of my mind at this point with the tension. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, I can barely look at him. I’m trying to brazen this out. So I get some shots. Seems the only thing to do. The Cop’s not drinking, never something that would sit well with me, I hate being the drunk one, but he had to be up the next morning at 7, I took what I could get.
He gets cornered by my brother in law, a cool guy actually, and they seem deep in conversation so I turn to my cousins and start chatting, read: do more shots, the ball was rolling at this point. Then my sister beckons me on to the dance floor and I want to go? And I do, I join her on the floor. This is not how this is supposed to play out? I don’t like weddings, I want to be amusing myself upstairs, don’t I?
I get back to the Cop who tells me I should go and dance with everyone. That I should ‘be’ at this wedding for a while, that he’ll be waiting upstairs for me, whenever I’m done.
I’m a little incredulous but this is what I was promised.
I might like him.

I think everyone thinks he’s left. I sing, I dance, I talk rubbish, I reminisce. I have a good time.
And at around 4:30 I call it a night. I’m wrecked, but I’m not spent.
I say good night, I don’t just slink off. I’m very polite this time. And I head upstairs.
Oh God, please let him have meant it, please let him still want me to wake him for sex.

Lights are off, I think he’s asleep. I slip in to the bathroom to take this dress off, I want proper sex now, with access to everywhere, his hands on all of me. But the dress really does have a corset inside it. In the form of 16 hooks and eyes, like opening 8 bras. It takes me well over 7 hours, or so it seems, to get the fecking thing off. I know I’m whimpering, I know I’m making noise I just hope he doesn’t come in to find me contorted like this.
FINALLY! I shake off the shackles and fling it away. I slide in beside him and he reaches for me, surprised to find me completely naked, with all my skin against him. He is granite solid in seconds, true to his word.

I can’t describe how flattering that is.

I don’t know what we did, but I remember him reaching for the light and flicking it on first go then making an appreciative noise, may I suggest that this should always be the case? And the other thing I remember is that I needed to bite the pillow for most of it. I could have screamed that castle right down.

I suspect he got about 1 hour of sleep, can’t have been more? before he had to get up and go.
And I cannot be more impressed with him.

The Actual Cop Part I

This guy was a real cop, not something that initially endeared me to him but I obviously got over it. And god am I glad I did. This guy was open to everything and happy to do anything, something I hadn’t come across so fully in a long time. He told me one of his fantasies and I knew from then that anything I did he would be into. And he read me so well, took control off me, told me what to do and on the first night we were together he did something no one else had.

He had his whole hand in me – not fisting me, he had 3 fingers in my pussy, his thumb on my clit and his baby finger up my ass. And I came 4 times like that.

He just impressed me with everything. In the most unexpected ways. He told me that I should pee regularly. Told me that I would need to and that I should? I already know why but I couldn’t believe that he knew, or was concerned enough to mention it. So I had to go ahead and make him tell me why, just to confirm. To avoid UTIs girls really need to pee after they come, they also need to be doubly aware of this if the guy is well endowed.  Yes he was hung and he was just so sure that he was going to make me come repeatedly.

I was hooked.

The day after I was first with him he sent a message, told me that with very few exceptions he would do anything I want. And not in a ‘I can walk all over you’ kinda way – just whatever I wanted to get up to, he was up for it.

Music to my ears, but how do I, as a bit of a submissive take full advantage of this? And the opportunity presented itself.

I hate weddings, don’t, let me stop you there, let’s just agree to disagree. I hate them and that’s that. Why I hate them is a story for another time. And I had one looming. Outside of Dublin, down the country, in a castle, loads of family. But The Actual Cop is not from Dublin, he’s stationed near where the wedding was.

I can’t leave the reception, I can’t get out of it but maybe I can make it more bearable? So I ask will he sneak into the castle and he agrees.

This is wrong, this is dangerous and I should not be doing it. But there’s no way I’m not going to do it. I mean, it’s hot sex, with a hot guy in a castle with me wearing clothes I should rightly be fucked in? It’s pure fantasy.

It’s a week before the wedding, and I am so excited. I can’t believe this guy is as bold as me. I can barely contain myself thinking about it. I can go weeks without it, I can go ages without even doing it myself but the thought of having mind-blowing, illicit sex in a luxury castle was more than enough to make me ignore how much trouble I could get in with my family and start to fantasise how best to execute this plan. I have the control, I’m telling him what I want, telling him what I want him to do and the more prescriptive I am the more he’s ok with it.

I’m starting to get into this, wondering how far I can push it? Like, is he at my beck and call the whole way through the wedding – so I can run back to the room every time I’m less than 100% entertained, at the slightest hint of boredom?


I check with him, he’s fine. He wants me to do what I want with him. Is this real? Is HE real? I can barely work all week thinking about this. This is a wedding that I’m actually going to enjoy.


He tells me that he’ll slip into the room when we’re having dinner. That I’m to check my phone as he’ll send me photos of his hard cock. ‘No you won’t’ I say, there’s no chance I’ll look at my phone I’ll be up to the room when I’m ready, trying to get into my role as the protagonist. I tell him that I’ll take off the knicks I’ve been wearing all day and leave them for him when he gets to the room.

Which I duly do.


Half way through the meal, of course I look at my phone, it’s a picture of him with my underwear in his mouth. I can’t keep the look of glee off my face. I hold it together, but just about. Soon as I can I dash out of there and up to the room as fast as my 5” heels and skin-tight dress will allow. Just like he knew I would. That should have been my clue. But all these things I see and I did not see.



He’s standing there looking great and I think I’m going to get to do just what I want. To get his cock in my mouth and tease him, then hitch up my dress and sit on his face.

But he had other ideas.

What’s this? He wants control?

‘Sit on the bed’ I do, ‘and pull up your dress’ I do but I go for his cock, try to open his pants. ‘Stop, or you get nothing’ he says softly. God I love his accent. But then he reaches into his pants and I think I’m getting it. Nope.

He has my underwear in there. Now they smell of him and me.

He tells me to spread my legs, I do. He stands between them and puts the underwear in my mouth. I take them out and start smelling them – delicious. Then he kneels in front of me and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and bites my ankle – I love it and I take a sharp intake of breath, he kisses up my leg and I make more noise. He looks at me as if I’ve done something wrong. He stands up again leans over me as I sit on the bed and tells me I have to behave, do I hear him? that I have to do exactly what he says and do I know what will happen to me if I don’t do what he tells me? It’s so cop-like and I actually love it, I can imagine him saying this to someone in a non-sexual, like at-work-as-a-cop way and it being quite threatening. I shouldn’t be turned on by this but I am.


I’m also drunk and I think I can take back control, I giggle and go for his cock again. He gets more forceful, tells me I’m not to move and I better do exactly as I’m told or I’ll get nothing, that I need to be quiet, submit and be good, asks am I ready to be good? I promise to be good. He tells me he has to start again, I nearly cry. He kisses up my leg again, but I can’t wait I start pleading. He stands up, puts the underwear back in my mouth, turns me around and tells me to pull my dress up all the way over my hips, then put my hands flat on the bed. I can hear him open his belt and I am dripping wet, I am possibly whimpering I want it so badly.

He opens his pants, and pulls my ass against him… now that I think about it, it’s like he’s read what I wrote about the fake cop! I can feel his rock solid cock throbbing as he presses against me. I turn around to kiss him, to get anything, surprised he lets me up so easily. As I face him he says ‘You look sensational by the way’, ‘thank you’ I say, thinking I am definitely getting it now. I put my arm around him, he spins me around, slaps my arse and dismissively says ‘Now. Fix your dress and get back to your wedding’. And he turns away to fix his tie and close his pants.


I’m horrified. Thrilled, delighted and more than a little impressed but horrified. How did this happen?

I grab my bag and storm back downstairs.

Thankfully the dessert had arrived – nothing like ice-cream to help assuage the denial of sex. And booze, another bottle of Prosecco to myself.



I’m somehow fixated on the fact I’ve just eaten a meal and might not taste great. I want to kiss him so badly. I’m an eejit, an out and out sucker for a great kisser. Not a good kisser, a great kisser can maybe get me to do anything. And he is a great kisser. I locate a toothbrush and some toothpaste – this is a very lovely castle. And I think if nothing else I’ll be able to get a kiss out of him. And if I can get that, maybe I can get something else.


I get back up to the room. I burst in and demand that I get something, now. He’s unfazed. He’s in the bathroom shaving. As I rant that I hate him, he comes out and says ‘Shut up, you loved it’. I did, I admit, but I’m having none of it now. I want SOMETHING. And I want to be kissed right now. He laughs at me. Sending me crazy. He pushes me face first onto the bed then drops to his knees behind me. He has his tongue in my wet pussy before I know what’s happening and I am in ecstasy. I get up and demand to taste it. God it’s good to finally kiss him and to taste my pussy that’s been wet and aching all day.

He turns me around and I’m probably close to crying I want it so bad and at the thought that he might be planning to be as disciplined as last time. I start babbling that I’ve been really good, that I did as I was told, that I was lovely to eveyone at the wedding didn’t roll my eyes once and I really, really deserved something. I barely recognise myself. How did he do this? He agrees that I’ve been really good and that I do deserve something, in fact I deserve a prize for behaving so well. I’m sitting on the bed, he’s once again standing between my legs he leans down and whispers in my ear ‘Put your hands flat on the bed behind you’ then asks ‘Do you want your prize or do you want my cock in  your mouth’…. now usually I would opt for the cock in my mouth, playing the long game. But no way, not this time I want, no, need to feel his tongue in me, his fingers, anything. I want my prize I say, I want that now. ‘Good he says, do you know what it is… I’m going to eat you’. I am barely able to stay on the bed I am so consumed with desire and need. But before he goes down, all cop like, he says in my ear ‘Good thing you made the right choice, if you had said you didn’t want your prize and said you wanted my cock in your mouth, I’d have sent you back downstairs with nothing’. I can’t remember but I think he said ‘…until you want it enough’.

Either way this was spectacular out of him, he made me want it like I have never wanted it before. Really. I’ve begged, I’ve pleaded, I’ve whimpered for it but always kinda knowing that I was going to get it anyway. I’ve been insane with desire but always with the other person’s needs in the back of my head, always ready to give my partner something at any point. Not this time. Right at that moment I wanted my needs to be met. I cared about nothing else. Not to mention genuinely terrified that he might not give it to me! And he knew it, it was his plan and it was magnificent.

It didn’t last long, I could hear my sister in the hall coming for my room… we had seconds before she came in.

How To Give Me Amazing head – otherwise known as ‘how to own me’

A step by step guide
I need you to take your time, no matter how much time you think it takes, it takes more. The slower the build-up the bigger the climax, for me anyway.

Step 1
I want to get used to your head down there, get mentally comfortable – because I’m handing you the power to control me, I need to do that slowly so that I’m relaxed.
Breathe in the smell, look up like it’s the best smell in the world, if you happen to have an evil smile on your face (implying that you’re going to own me and I am gonna beg for this?) all the better.
With one leg straight push one thigh open, bite it just once and then lick where you bit. Hold that leg in place. Do the same to the other leg. So now you have both my legs spread and I’m exposed, vulnerable and probably gasping already.

Step 2
Kiss all around the mound, slowly. Ideally I will be freshly waxed, tender and smooth. Kiss all over the lips. Do not use your tongue yet. Although I’ll be aching for you to, probably asking nicely at this point, but don’t give it to me. I’ll probably try to get up at this point, again don’t let me, put a hand on my stomach and push me flat back down on the bed. This is probably a good time to remind me that I’m not in control, you are, and if I don’t behave you won’t continue. If you’re feeling particularly strong, you could threaten that you have to start all over again.
(although if you do, you might have to tie me down to get me to take it!)

Step 3
Flick your tongue just once at the very top of the opening and then kiss your way down – and finally, very lightly, with the tip of your tongue, slowly lick your way up, barely parting the lips. Do this again until the lips are open. Go up one side and down the other. I will be bucking underneath you with this, possibly no longer asking but begging for you to put your tongue further in. Ignore me.
A good time to remind me to be quiet, to stop making noise. Of course we both know I won’t be able to but it’s good to exert that authority.
Make your tongue flat and lick straight up the middle, separating the lips completely and rest it on the clit and press hard. Do this a few times and then stop, come up to my face and kiss me, ask me if my pussy tastes good. Even better if you take my wrists, hold them over my head and act like you’re not going to kiss me, hold your face close to mine, but just out of reach. I will go insane to try and get your mouth on mine and taste my pussy juice. Then kiss me deeply and go back down.

Step 4
You own me right now. You can do what you like and I will cry if you stop. Slip one hand under my ass and lift my cunt to your face and start working that clit with light slow flicks then harder ones. Then suck it really soft then hard. Slide your tongue all the way down and then tongue fuck me. I will be begging for you not to stop, grasping the sheets and pressing myself down onto your mouth. I love it when this happens, when a guy’s tongue is flat and stiff and I am fucking his face, rubbing my clit off it to make myself come. I can’t help but do this sometimes, I just lose control.

Any of These Step 5’s
Or equally when I have no control and the guy keeps sustained licks on the clit until I climax, or presses the tip of his tongue onto my clit and moves in a circle or side to side. Any continued stimulation until I come.

It’s up to you how you want to finish it, depending on how it’s being received by me. But that right there is the keys to me. Starting like that will generally result in me coming for you and then begging to be fucked after.

There are of course variations on the this, but that’s for part II

How The Spit Roast Happened

How the Spit Roast happened – I don’t think I really like the term spit roast, it somehow has connotations that I’m the unwilling meat being used by the skewers? When this is categorically not the case, I am more than wiling I am directing and utterly in control. But I don’t have a better term.
I fantasise about this all the time. I especially fantasise about it when I’m sucking someone off. I love giving head and more often than not I wish the person I’m sucking could be simultaneously fucking me as I’m doing it (in my head, it’s somehow their clone, I always want what I can’t have!)

Things like this usually seem to have just happened, maybe because I’m open to them, maybe because I’m always thinking about opportunities. The point is they were never planned or premeditated or organized. It always seems to find me.
It was my birthday and there was a big party in my house. As usual. The house was full of people, Dj in the sitting room, couches moved to the kitchen. And of course there was no sign of Apollo. We’re going to call him that for a variety of reasons; not least because he was a god and he worshipped the sun. We’d been out to dinner, then clubbing and it was now, all back to mine – chances are he’d eventually show up. No matter if he didn’t, that was our tacit arrangement. I would always fine entertainment elsewhere. And in it walked, Apollo II.
I used to always joke with original Apollo that I wish I had two of him to do more to me. I dreamed of being fucked by him while I was sucking him off – amongst other things. And here was this guy, some random friend of someone’s at the party, who I had never met before. He was beautiful, tall, dark, fit and the best craic. We were swinging out of each other from the moment we met. All the time I was telling him how he reminded me of Apollo. And it seems he knew him (it’s a small Dublin) But we never actually kissed.
Eventually Apollo found his way to the party and so curbed my interest in Apollo II. For a time.
At one point I found myself upstairs chatting to A2 on my bed, it was just me and him. And in came A1 who I invited on to the bed. So the three of us got comfortable. And I immediately said ‘So this is like my fantasy come true, in bed with two Apollos, lucky me’, light-heartedly and without agenda. Neither of them balked or said anything negative. There was some joking and I started to feel the tension build. So I said again ‘No seriously, this is like my ultimate fantasy, to have two of you Apollo, and this guy is almost you’. Again some jokes and then silence. We’re all lying dead straight side by side; I can feel the electricity rise and no one has said a thing. My breathing is probably giving me away but neither of them has touched me.
I start to think this could actually happen, is this what I want? I’m hardly going to pass this up. So I very jokingly say (because I am afraid of rejection here) ‘So guys, I’m on for it if you are’. Nothing. Neither of them says anything but I can feel it, I can hear them both breathing heavily. I want this so I decide it’s gotta be me who really initiates it. At the same moment I reach a hand out to either cock and they are both rock solid. And I am, thrilled. I rub both of them simultaneously and they both respond. Somehow I feel the need to narrate the situation and say ‘ok, so you two seem ok with this so I’m just going to keep going’. I opened A1’s belt and A2 started kissing my neck, I turned to kiss him and A1 continued removing his pants. As I went to take off A2’s pants he opened my top as A1 started opening my pants.
I had two boys who looked like each other pay me all the attention. I was soaking and panting and loving it.
While I sucked one, the other was behind me with his fingers deep in me. While I kissed one the other ate me. I know at one point I wanted one on each tit, sucking as hard as they could. As I lay flat on the bed one of them put his cock in my mouth as the other ate me and pushed his fingers inside me. I would stop and kiss one and then the other, tasting my pussy off their mouths, I love that. And eventually we got to what I wanted. Me on my knees with a cock deep in my mouth and a cock deep in my cunt. It was a fantasy come true. Both of these boys wanted to fuck me and both of them were happy to be directed as I wanted. I felt in control and submissive at the same time. I had made this happen.
At one point A1 said we should switch and so I was sucking him and A2 was fucking me. This was fantastic. Every boy is different and to be fucked one style then a completely different one just got me more excited.A1 had been fucking me deep and hard, pausing between thrusts, A2 then slid it slowly in and out of me never giving in to me and giving it harder. I loved it both ways.

I would have liked it if the boys had kissed, or if they had given each other head. That would have turned me on, but I don’t think either of them were up for that. I would have liked to have sucked one of them while he sucked the other. Or I would have liked to have two of us lick one cock. Or any combination. But I suppose that leads me to the after thoughts; why did they do it? What was their motive if neither of them fancied each other? I think Apollo 1 did it because it was my birthday and I think Apollo II did it because he just really wanted to fuck me.
But if I’m completely honest? I think A2 was into A1, or at least open to it but wasn’t getting the right responses from him. And as much as I loved the fantasy come true, I think I’d have relaxed more if I thought they were both into it equally.
So, although I’ve done it, I think I’d like to try it again, with both boys into each other as much as me. I’ll keep on dreaming.

How I Give an Amazing Blow Job

Everyone is different and everyone likes it differently but there are some universal truths and some basics that can be covered off if you feel like you could do with some direction, or if you’re looking to break out some big guns and showcase something spectacular.
I can’t tell you that this is going to be exactly what your partner will love or is definitely what he fantasises about but this is how I like to do it and I’d be surprised if you got many complaints. In fact, I’d be really intrigued to hear them, as ever please let me know what you think below, but if anyone executes this and does get complaints? Well I’m always open to new knowledge. Please tell me what you didn’t like.
Property is all about location, location, location and good head I think is very similar, it’s all about position; so you can access what you need to and he can see what he wants to – your face and your tits. Have him sit on a couch or a big arm chair and spread his legs. Kneel in between them (on a cushion if the floor is hard, you’re going to be there for quite a while) and make eye contact. Then slide both your hands up his thighs and bring your face close to his crotch and take a deep breath. He might not be hard but hopefully he is, it’s not important, he will be soon. Slowly open his pants and slide them down, not all the way off. Then run your finger gently round the edge of his underwear as you exhale onto his cock. Again the heat of your breath and the teasing should have him harder. Then take his pants off, get that awkward bit out of the way. And start kissing lightly up his left thigh close to the edge of the underwear. Do it again for the other side. Then slowly take his underwear off. It should be rock solid at this point and you should be delighted with yourself. Again, make eye contact and then start licking from his left thigh into his balls and then underneath. Lick from the bottom of the ball sack right to the top of his cock, the whole way to the tip. But don’t put it in your mouth. Lick all the way back down and do the same to his right side. Repeat this for a little while; he’ll go insane with wanting you to put it in your mouth. After a few goes up and down, finally put your hands lightly around it and slide it into your mouth. Slide your mouth down as slowly as you can and hold it there. If you can. Then slide your mouth to the top of the shaft and work up some spit in your mouth, then open your mouth and let the spit dangle from your lips to his cock. With a light grip of your hand run this down the shaft so the cock is really lubed with it, this may take a few more spits. If you can make eye contact again while doing this then do. Gently wank him with your hand for a few seconds, getting the spit right down to the end then put it back in your mouth. Go slowly up and down with your mouth. With one of your free hands cup his balls gently. If he’s enjoying that (you’ll know from noises and general encouragement) take your mouth off his cock and lick his balls again. He’ll initially not want your mouth leaving his cock but this is about teasing and building pleasure. Keep wanking him with your hand as you lick his balls, it should be very wet from your mouth and feel great. While keeping his cock in your hand put your mouth back around it and suck him as well. Now is a good time to do some more teasing, without letting go of his cock, straddle him and start kissing him. Maybe offer him a nipple if not for long. Go back on your knees and start sucking his cock a little harder or faster now. If you think he might be open to a little finger in the ass, cup his balls and then run your finger lightly from the end of the ball sack back to the hole. But that’s not for everyone. At this point you’ll know to go faster or slower and keep going until he comes or until you can’t take it yourself and you just have to sit on it.


And that’s how I’d do it, if I wanted to show someone how much I liked their cock. To be fair, I don’t often get to finish it as he will try to side-track me or take over. But if I’m adamant then he’s going nowhere until that come is in my mouth.

Giving doesn’t mean you get – reciprocity, it’s not just difficult to spell

I don’t think anyone should have to do anything in bed that doesn’t turn them on, there’s nothing less sexy for me than thinking my partner doesn’t want to be doing something, instant turn off. I would never ask anyone to do something I thought they hated. I don’t want to coax anyone into it and I certainly don’t want to force you. If you don’t want to eat my pussy then I certainly don’t want you to. I love my cunt and I don’t call it my holiest of holies for no reason, so I don’t want anyone going down there unless they definitely want to. In fact I would think it’s the 80/20 rule here, they better be 80% doing it for themselves, that is, because getting me off turns them on. That’s certainly why I give head, not entirely because he likes it but because it turns me on. I love having a cock in my mouth, I don’t have to be asked, you don’t have to do it to me first, I’m straight down there. Because I know it turns me on. I don’t have to pretend that it’s something else, I’m not grinning and bearing it (tip: if this is the case, then maybe you shouldn’t be doing it, or being made to feel like you should?)
And I want anyone going down on me to feel the same, or don’t do it. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s ok. I won’t beg for it. It’s pointless, neither of us will enjoy it. There’s loads of other things that can be enjoyed, why focus on something that isn’t going to be pleasurable for both of us. It’s wasted energy.
I can’t talk anyone into giving head, and I don’t want to but I will explain exactly why I love doing it – I know when I read someone else’s description of something I thought I didn’t like, well, it changed my perspective and it made me reconsider.
I know traditional thinking holds that the person giving the head is the supplicant and is in submission. I don’t see it that way; I see it as me being wholly and totally in control and he is absolutely at my mercy. I have his pleasure in my power, I can stop at any minute and I control the levels of excitement, taking it up or down as I see fit. I go into detail on another post about how I like to do it, where I ensure I go at my pace and there’s no doubt who’s in control. It’s such a turn on to watch him react to what I do and such a turn on to wield that power. Have a think about it.

Does Size matter?

The question you’re not supposed to ask about, talk about but we all know we all do.
So, does it?
I suppose it depends on your perspective. Yes a great big cock feels great, or you at least imagine it to. It’s certainly what you think about when you’re by yourself, it’s what you always hope for in your mind by yourself. But the reality can be very different. There are logistical problems involved in big dicks and the other thing that I’ve found is that sometimes, guys with big dicks don’t seem to think that they need to do anything else. At all. This makes things difficult literally (it’s difficult to get it in) and it’s difficult to enjoy.
Let me explain. Vaginas are built to accommodate, they are structured to adapt to size and shape. But you need to give them a bit of warning and warming up. If you pay enough attention down there, or anywhere else the girl likes, then you should have her wet enough to take it. You really should be doing this anyway – straight in no kissing is another kettle of fish altogether and is another set of circumstances. But if you’ve only given cursory attention to getting me turned on and then you think your giant cock is just going to slide in? You can think again. Now sometimes it can be nice to feel the pain of a really big hard cock force its way into you. And sometimes I want this, I want it to hurt and to feel the pain, that’s just me I want it that way on occasion. But the down side is, if the preparatory work isn’t done, I can’t last very long. I can only take it for a short amount of time, or if we keep going (which I have been known to beg for) I might not be able for anything later or worse, I might be out of action for a day or two.
Now you can get around this by using lube. Of course you can there’s a nice easy solution, but honestly? As nice as lube is (Durex play is my favourite – the blue one feels like silk) there is nothing as nice as being made ready, and I don’t just mean made wet with his mouth. I mean having my own proper wet flowing because I’ve been turned on properly. I’m properly swollen and ready and wet from the inside out. Then I can take any size cock and take it hard and for a really long time. And more than likely ask for it again later. Will I feel it the next day? Yes, I’ll know I had sex, but that’s my preference I want to know that I had sex not guess that I did. I want to feel it when I get on the bike the next morning. But knowing that I had a really good, hard seeing to is different to having done some easily preventable damage and a different feeling. (one is nice, one is not)
So when does it matter?
Well the biggest guy I ever had wasn’t the greatest in bed, in fact he was so lazy. It was actually insulting. He had zero interest in my tits, and the only time he touched my pussy was to rub lube on it before he went in. I didn’t put up with this for long. But it was an interesting experience. I’m not sure what he thought he was doing for me or if he just had no interest but it was untenable. I started to feel self-conscious about my body and wondered what was wrong with it. He also had zero interest in my underwear, the sexier it was the more he ignored it. But again, these are unimportant details. My point was to tell you the story of the biggest I ever had and it wasn’t a happy story. (Ok, relax, I’ll tell you, it was the exact shape, girth and width as my wrist, and almost came down to my elbow)
One of the best I ever had is not in the memory stable of the biggest I ever had (we’ll go with average). But he is in the bank as one of the best I ever had. He was fit and he was pretty and he wanted to do everything. And best of all he had two, hard to define, but two essential things for getting me off: he was a phenomenal kisser and never seemed to get bored of it. And he was great at talking filthy to me. He would have me begging for it before he had so much as my top off. He’d whisper in my ear what he wanted to do me. Nothing crazy, just telling me he knew what I wanted, knew how much I wanted it but he was gonna make me beg for it. That I’d have to beg for him to touch my pussy, that he was just gonna hold me so I couldn’t move and then lick my ear, put my hand on his throbbing cock and then take it away and hold it behind my back and not let me touch it again until I begged (he was stronger than me, he could have held me down and got me to do anything). And invariably by the time he even brushed off a nipple they would be rock hard, my knicks would be dripping and I would beg. But he’d still just whisper in my ear exactly how he was gonna fuck me and I would beg even more. I have to admire this guy’s resolve he was fantastic. And he delivered on all of it. He knew what he was doing with his hands, he knew what he was doing with his mouth and… I thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by him. I was completely satisfied.
I’m a very lucky girl, I seem to be able to pick guys with big dicks, according to my friends I’ve had more than my fair share. I have gone out with guys with massive dicks who were better than our Kiwi friend described above, who’ve been great. But even when they’re fairly well versed in what works, or even well instructed by me as to what I like, sometimes massive is still not great for some girls. There are certain positions that are either off the menu or can’t be sustained for long; being taken from behind being the most common one. Personally I don’t find that, I’m all for the harder the better. But even I can’t last all night at that pace. I’ll split in two. But I have to mention it as it is a real issue for a lot of girls.
I hope for a big cock, it feels great when wielded properly. But if you don’t have a big cock does that mean you’re not going to be sensational in bed, certainly not. It’s up you what you want to do with it. There’s more than one way to skin a cat.
Does it matter? Well it shouldn’t.