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The bottom line, for me, is that just like any other part of physical intimacy situations, it’s made better by a partner I trust, better if preferences and boundaries are already discussed, better by truly enjoying it as the provider, and better by a deep and meaningful connection. If these aspects are missing, it just isn’t going to be as great for me.
I love everything you said in your post. Getting to the bottom line, I wholeheartedly agree. I think being with a partner you trust elevates the experience tenfold.
I prefer to give slow and sloppy with lots of eye contact. But I'm not against taking direction if my partner wants something different...especially if he wants to tell me exactly what he wants me to do.

For myself (and I think a lot of women) giving a blowjob is the first "sex" they have (I don't know any woman whose first experience was receiving oral). I'd be curious how much those early experiences continue to color what we like or are comfortable doing later.
Thank you for your input on this topic! And welcome to the thread! Make sure you pay your gif tax 😉 as found on page one.

It's interesting that you mention most women's first sexual experience was giving man oral. I didn't realize for many years that that was more than just me. And then, to think about how that morphs our views of fellatio. Some girls hate doing it after feeling like they had to start their sexual experiences that way, others (like me) find themselves drawn to that act more and more.
I may just spend my Friday rereading this over and over ..... Dear God! I miss it sooooo much. *Hissing through my teeth just reading this*
I'm glad you're enjoying the read that much 🤭😉
Ok, here it goes.

None of the other senses are as involved as taste. Touch is feeling. Sight is seeing. Smell is about aroma.

The tongue is about taste yes, but so much more. It involves aroma. Also it involves touch. And all of it is pulled together in a pinprick of sensory delight or a glorious wide lapping of desire.

Oral can be so intimate and sensuous or it can be craven and wild. Once you involve taste you are completing a sensory maelstrom. Once you say "I've tasted you!", there's no more unknowing. You are known.

Now you can settle in for intensity. Your free to taste everything.

Go taste someone.
This is such an interesting take on what has been shared. The tongue definitely gets to be a part of more than one sensation, and perhaps that's why people are so attracted to tongues themselves. But, in giving pleasure, one of my favorite tools, more so than hands most of the time.
 
For myself (and I think a lot of women) giving a blowjob is the first "sex" they have (I don't know any woman whose first experience was receiving oral). I'd be curious how much those early experiences continue to color what we like or are comfortable doing later.
Receiving was first for me.

I'm not telling about that experience, other than I was pressured into it, and it destroyed receiving for me. It's a turn-off for me. I learned to like giving much later, though - the partner just has to be right.
 
I'm not telling about that experience, other than I was pressured into it, and it destroyed receiving for me. It's a turn-off for me. I learned to like giving much later, though - the partner just has to be right.
I'm sorry that happened to you. Coercion is unfortunately very common in early sexual experiences and can be so damaging. My first boyfriend pretty much ruined sex for me for years until I met the most wonderful, patient guy in grad school. I have no idea why he put up with me but so glad that he did!

I hope everyone who wants to be getting or giving a blow job this Friday night gets their wish :)
 
In fact, it took a Dom for me to get flowers regularly. Seems like it's all it nothing!
I love flowers when they are for no reason other than they were thinking of you, or you've been having a rough go. Growing up, my father (before the divorce) only got my mother flowers for birthday, valentines, and anniversary. They were always red roses because that was the fancy kind, even though her favorite flowers are daisies. It always felt like flowers were just for show, and it turned me off the idea of wanting them. But, I love flowers and so does my mom. So, I decided I was going to change how we both see receiving/giving flowers. On my 20th birthday, I had daisies sent to her, thanking her for bringing me into the world. It surprised her, and I almost didn't do it. My sisters mocked me, said I must have been sucking up for something. All I wanted was for flowers to be something beautiful for her and I again. I've gotten her flowers on mother's day and her birthday since then, but I prefer sending them randomly (when I can) so she knows she is being thought of. One year, I got her tulips in a planter. Neither she nor I have ever been good at keeping plants alive, so I knew that was a gamble 😂 she had them planted in her front yard, and they are still going strong. So, a bouquet of flowers is a beautiful thing to give or receive. I love that your Dom was the one to finally get you flowers. My opinion, find someone you want to give flowers to as well, and see just how good that feels too. Maybe even to your Dom!
 
I love flowers when they are for no reason other than they were thinking of you, or you've been having a rough go. Growing up, my father (before the divorce) only got my mother flowers for birthday, valentines, and anniversary. They were always red roses because that was the fancy kind, even though her favorite flowers are daisies. It always felt like flowers were just for show, and it turned me off the idea of wanting them. But, I love flowers and so does my mom. So, I decided I was going to change how we both see receiving/giving flowers. On my 20th birthday, I had daisies sent to her, thanking her for bringing me into the world. It surprised her, and I almost didn't do it. My sisters mocked me, said I must have been sucking up for something. All I wanted was for flowers to be something beautiful for her and I again. I've gotten her flowers on mother's day and her birthday since then, but I prefer sending them randomly (when I can) so she knows she is being thought of. One year, I got her tulips in a planter. Neither she nor I have ever been good at keeping plants alive, so I knew that was a gamble 😂 she had them planted in her front yard, and they are still going strong. So, a bouquet of flowers is a beautiful thing to give or receive. I love that your Dom was the one to finally get you flowers. My opinion, find someone you want to give flowers to as well, and see just how good that feels too. Maybe even to your Dom!
I'm so sorry you had flowers ruined for you - and love that you managed to refresh how you see them.

In my family dad has often gone overboard with flowers for mom - until they retired and started moving to summer house right around the time of Mother's day and their wedding day - would be rather impractical to have, say, 5 bouquets to move, too. And her birthday is also during summer house season, away from florists.

Anyway, I've always seen the how dad expresses love (also) with flowers. The "nothing is enough for my love" kind of thinking. It's perhaps a little unpractical - but sweet. (And not just roses.)

I can't recall getting much flowers for birthday growing up, not explicitly given to me - but I think some birthday photos still have flowers on the table 🤔 And then as adults I moved away to another city and it was mostly me visiting them. Well I did of course get graduation flowers. From parents, not ex. But otherwise I've been more likely to get garden flowers from my parents. Which is nice, but they don't greet me in the morning when I get up.

Now my D... He started with roses on our first private date, and has mostly kept that style. Mostly for special days, and i have even assured him that flowers are a perfectly fine birthday gift! Would I like flowers at other times? Sure, but getting them 3 times a year is already marvellous. I can buy them myself at other times.

We sometimes buy flowers between friends upon visiting. And I've actually many times brought flowers to my parents with my chosen daughter. My Dom wouldn't have a vase for a bouquet, and he has forbidden me from bringing potted flowers...
 
I love flowers when they are for no reason other than they were thinking of you, or you've been having a rough go. Growing up, my father (before the divorce) only got my mother flowers for birthday, valentines, and anniversary. They were always red roses because that was the fancy kind, even though her favorite flowers are daisies. It always felt like flowers were just for show, and it turned me off the idea of wanting them. But, I love flowers and so does my mom. So, I decided I was going to change how we both see receiving/giving flowers. On my 20th birthday, I had daisies sent to her, thanking her for bringing me into the world. It surprised her, and I almost didn't do it. My sisters mocked me, said I must have been sucking up for something. All I wanted was for flowers to be something beautiful for her and I again. I've gotten her flowers on mother's day and her birthday since then, but I prefer sending them randomly (when I can) so she knows she is being thought of. One year, I got her tulips in a planter. Neither she nor I have ever been good at keeping plants alive, so I knew that was a gamble 😂 she had them planted in her front yard, and they are still going strong. So, a bouquet of flowers is a beautiful thing to give or receive. I love that your Dom was the one to finally get you flowers. My opinion, find someone you want to give flowers to as well, and see just how good that feels too. Maybe even to your Dom!
Back in the day, when there were still neighborhood florists, I never gave or received any for occasions, but I loved stopping in and bringing home a red rose to my love for no reason whatsoever, just to show she was on my mind and I loved her. 🌹🌹🌹
 
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Today was a painting day. I always wear clothes I don't mind getting paint on because, even with an apron, it inevitably gets on me. But. I kinda love seeing how and where paint ends up on my skin by the end of it all. View attachment 2510717
Sometimes, I use my skin to brush off the excess paint from a brush when I'm really in the zone. I'm not necessarily wanting it fully clean yet, just cleaner. Or, for whatever reason, brushing it onto my skin makes more sense to me in that moment. View attachment 2510715
Sometimes, my body itself is the canvas just to help me get out of my head. It's so much easier not to worry about being perfect for something that is just going to get washed off before bed (or at least the next morning). Plus, it helps me play around with colors on a warmer colored canvas than just the stark white of actual canvas. The colors come out richer, which is why so many artists paint their canvas a warm color quite often before painting their planned piece over it. View attachment 2510716
The other reason I love seeing where and how paint is on my body at the end of it all, I see it as how deeply I got into my project this time. I was so caught up in my craft, that cleaning myself wasn't even a glimmer of thought. This is something that I feel is unique to painting. For me anyways. View attachment 2510714View attachment 2510713
Those last two pictures were what I painted on me today. I was just trying to get out of the artistic paralysis I've been in lately, and also do something that was simple but a good exercise for different skills. Perhaps tomorrow, more of me will be painted, as well as some sketchbook pages!
 
Seeing these paintings, again … I didn’t notice the detail in the baby elephant. It’s such a simple design, but so perfect. I couldn’t do it.

Also, are you left handed?
 
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