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Lately I have been stimulated to think about blowjobs. There seems to be a sad lack of them occurring for some people. So much so, that getting one is a reason for celebration. Not a bad reason to celebrate, I just think everyone should celebrate as often as possible. The world would be a much happier place if we did.
In the sub world blowjobs appear to be considered a powerful act of submission. Discussions are generated around whether to swallow and the ways to improve taste. Cumming on the face, especially when kneeling is supposed to be an ultimate act of submission. I say "supposed to be" because for me I find it it to be incredibly powerful.
I love giving blowjobs, well, to be honest, I more then love it. To begin with I find the male anatomy absolutely fascinating. I can't resist touching my husband's cock when we are laying in bed, especially in the mornings. I love to watch as I let my hands roam all over the softness of his semi flaccid cock. It never ceases to amaze me how running my hands so lightly over his balls and up that little ridge makes him just bob to life. I could spend hours delicately tracing all the little veins up to that beautiful smooth head, circling the rim before summiting and exploring down the other side. Every little movement on my part eliciting a reaction. Almost as if it has a life of it's own growing and hardening at my touch. I'm leading this dance and that's powerful.
Sometimes Musicman gets inpatient with my exploring and grabs my hair and pushes be down, he never has to push hard. Other times I am eager to get there on my own. I'll giggle as I tell Musicman I want to give him a kiss and slowly descend his body. I like to take my time, time to just feel him on my tongue, all the little nuances of maleness that I crave. Those veins and ridges that my hand is now so familiar with, I must taste.
I have a bit of an oral fixation and want to explore every hard inch with my tongue and my lips to my hearts content. My hair gets caught in my hands, craddling and exploring what my mouth isn't . I let the anticipation of feeling him in my mouth build and build until heaven is achieved when I finally take him in. I always have to pause and just feel the glory that is that much power so deep in my throat. Groan!
After that initial entrance into my mouth it doesn't seem to matter who directs the show. I become obsessed with one thing and one thing only. I must have his cum. I want to taste it, I want to wear it and I will do anything to get it. Sometimes Musicman wants to be more aggressive and twine his hand in my hair and fuck my face. That works for me. Sometimes he wraps a hand around my throat and just sets the pace and leaves me to play a little more to my desires. That works too. Sometimes he doesn't lay a hand on me at all, but provides an ongoing dialogue that inflames me more as I suck and lick like a starving woman. Oooh, does that ever work.
By this point no matter what he is doing to me, it has turned into a mental wrestling match. Can I maintain the control, the focus needed to make him cum? I get a huge rush of power from his orgasm, from knowing that I can cause all that to happen. I want that rush desperately, he likes to make me beg for it. I'll beg for it, but sometimes that is enough to push me right over the edge into oblivion myself.
I don't know if it is a sub thing. I don't know if it is the empath in me. Maybe it's just the female in me that feels the power of pleasing her man. I just know I seriously love giving blowjobs, they are to be celebrated. Let's all celebrate a little more.
