I've been quite distracted lately, by life. I just have so many serious issues going on. Couple that with limited time to write, and I have been feeling somewhat lost. Kinda just surfing the tide and praying like heck I'm not going down for the third time.
I'm old enough, experienced enough, to know, duck my head and hang on, this too shall pass. Oh yeah, don't forget the deep breath before going under for the final time, it helps.
I don't particularly like to live my life in a reactionary manner, but survival sometimes requires it.
I was pleasantly surprised when I finally found a minute to read and saw that Spanky had issued a June writing challenge. Just what I needed to try and get focused again. It will also provide a pleasant escape, a time to talk, or write I guess, about something I truly love:
Or, men in general. Cause let's face it ladies, is there anything that makes a man more different from us then the fact that they have a cock and we don't?
This is the challenge, as issued:
The CWS Challenge for June is to write a post on the topic "Why you should worship your husband's cock." I hope some of you have thoughts to share about this topic. Maybe someone will read your post and be inspired to finally take the plunge? Or somewhere a hubby will show it to his wife and say "See! This is what I've been trying to tell you."
My immediate reaction is: why not?
My childhood occurred from the late 60's through the 70's, the height of the women's revolution. Unfortunately, I was raised by a southern belle mother, who went to her marriage bed a virgin and had been taught that ladies don't enjoy sex. I'm not sure why, but one of the strongest memories I have, about what my mother taught me was, "If you've seen one man, you've seen them all." When she referred to "men", she really meant, a man's genitalia, she just couldn't bring herself to express it any other way.
I'm not fond of the word cock, or really any of the other words associated with the actual organ, yet, I do love it. I also know, that what my mother told me wasn't true. No man is exactly the same. Saying, "if you have seen one cock, you have seen them all," is as ignorant as saying that if you've seen one nose, or set of eyes, or pair of lips, you've seen them all. It's just not true.
That is where the wonder lies for me. I am extremely aware and intrigued, by the differences in the female and male body, the epitome of which, for me, is the cock. I have seen many a man, and have enjoyed many an exploration of the male anatomy. I'm not one to settle, I kept at it, until I found the perfect one for me.
One of my favorite things to do is brush up against Musicman, in public, reach out and gently stroke that most enigmatic pieces of anatomy. Can I make "him" respond? Will "he" move and grow for me? Musicman doesn't actually care for that very much. I sometimes find it hard to restrain myself, but I do my best. It's a learning curve for me. One I've been on for a long time.
I've written in the past about the the power of a blowjob. This post occurred before the advent of the CWS Network. It was when I first met Spanky and learned that other women loved giving blowjobs as much as I did. It was the first time I heard the term cockworship. I have since become, "the bj lady". That is the most used search term to find me, or some form of blowjobs and power.
I'm here to say, a cock is a beautiful thing. I could easily tell you what works me, for us, but that's not really the important thing. The important thing is what works for you and your man. It is a very unique, individual thing. Take your time, explore, learn what works and what doesn't. Take the time to learn the finer points and nuances, of giving your man something no other can give.
As you lay in bed at night, reach out, let your hands roam. Pay attention. Not just to the way his cock responds, but to his overall response. I tend to start at the balls, gently stroking upwards, reveling in the growth as the steel emerges. I identify as a sub and rarely move on until he has voluntarily divested himself of any barriers. Once he has done that, it becomes a free for all.
As I have been stroking, experiencing the transformation, my mouth has involuntarily begun to salivate. I have begun to crave the fullness of him filling my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I breathe deeply to allow relaxation of my throat muscles.
He may grab my hair and forcefully fuck my face. Yeah, I love that. Or, Sometimes, he chooses to lie back and enjoy, as I explore. Giving me my head, as it were. Licking here, sucking there, flicking on occasion at that unique bulbous tip. I work my way up, around and down, with soft flutters of my tongue. I may impale myself on his hard length, supported by my hands on the "twins". I love that too.
There are so many things to experience and explore. I could go on and on about the ways I love to taste him. How could I ever get tired of learning how to worship my man?
So, not exactly the challenge that was issued, but I ask, why not excel at cockworshipping?
Your man will only thank you for learning.