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The first rule of Cock Map: Don't ever talk about Cock Map
Oooooooooh! There are rules?!?!
*gets even more excited*
I really don't care if a woman gives blowjobs. Women have something far superior to a mouth. A guy not giving blowjobs would likely be a deal breaker, though. And this may come as a surprise, but most guys don't give blowjobs.
Now, if a woman wouldn't let me go down on her, that may be a deal breaker. It's one of my favorite things. And since we're in study lecture mode, I guess I may as well share my technique.
This is written with the assumption that a proper amount of foreplay and dirty talk has led up to this point.
First I spread her open. Examining. Learning. Fingers tracing her folds. I try to note when her breathing changes. I pull back her hood to find her clit. I wet a finger and trace slow circles on its swollen head. But I'm just figuring her out. How much pressure does she like? How fast does she want me to go? I take my time, my finger tracing, listening to her breathing.
Once I think I have her figured out, I swallow her, slurping on her clit. It's not pretty. Or dainty. That's the mistake most guys make, I think, treating a pussy like it's a gentle flower. I don't. I suck. Hard. I keep up the pace I established with my finger, head bobbing. Not unlike sucking a dick. My tongue working, sucking musky air through my nose because my mouth is too full.
I slide a finger in her. Two? Three? Whatever fills her, no more, no less. My fingers are crooked up, so my finger tips are rubbing the roof of her vagina, looking for the bumpy spot that signals her g-spot.
I fuck her with my fingers faster, keeping pace with my mouth. Occasionally I need to come up and suck a ragged breath before burying my face in her again. Sucking her clit into my hot wet mouth and slurping like my life depends on it.
At this point I must remember that this is instructional and not purely pornographic. I find that alternating between lying flat on my stomach and folding my knees up underneath me so it looks like I'm kneeling to pray at some obscene ritual helps to avoid neck and leg cramps. I can end up down here a long time.
Eventually she'll cum. This is a time to learn about her body as well. Some women roll one orgasm into another and beg for more, their legs twitching and shooting out straight. Others clamp their thighs on my face and claw their hands in my hair trying to get away from the sensation. Either way the result is the same: I keep going.
Even if she tries to smother me, pretty soon the sensation will take over and she'll melt into the bed again, giving me back my freedom. And my mouth and fingers continue their work.
After two or three orgasms I take a break to check on her. Ask her how she's doing. If she can string a sentence together, I get back to work.
The entire goal is to free her of her coherence. Watch her intelligent eyes glaze over. Listen to her witty tongue sputter nonsense. Help her become a helpless, writhing thing. And when nothing exists of her but a twitching wet hole, I put it to use. I replace my fingers with my cock and use her like the little fucktoy I made her.
The first rule of Cock Map: Don't ever talk about Cock Map
Oooooooooh! There are rules?!?!
*gets even more excited*
*fist pumps*
That means there are rewards ... and consequences![]()
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Ohio...you kinky motherfuckers.![]()
And you broke the first rule!
First offense is a paddling, second is the gag...
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Then I shall plan to fuck up exactly once.
Awww, where's your sense of adventure?
I shan't be silenced!
Ohhhhh, you can still make sounds they're just unintelligible is all![]()
Good point.
*opens wide
Hmmm (gag or penis? gag or penis? or balls?)
Blindfold her. Make it a fun game.![]()
Blindfold her. Make it a fun game.![]()
I really don't care if a woman gives blowjobs. Women have something far superior to a mouth. A guy not giving blowjobs would likely be a deal breaker, though. And this may come as a surprise, but most guys don't give blowjobs.
Now, if a woman wouldn't let me go down on her, that may be a deal breaker. It's one of my favorite things. And since we're in study lecture mode, I guess I may as well share my technique.
This is written with the assumption that a proper amount of foreplay and dirty talk has led up to this point.
First I spread her open. Examining. Learning. Fingers tracing her folds. I try to note when her breathing changes. I pull back her hood to find her clit. I wet a finger and trace slow circles on its swollen head. But I'm just figuring her out. How much pressure does she like? How fast does she want me to go? I take my time, my finger tracing, listening to her breathing.
Once I think I have her figured out, I swallow her, slurping on her clit. It's not pretty. Or dainty. That's the mistake most guys make, I think, treating a pussy like it's a gentle flower. I don't. I suck. Hard. I keep up the pace I established with my finger, head bobbing. Not unlike sucking a dick. My tongue working, sucking musky air through my nose because my mouth is too full.
I slide a finger in her. Two? Three? Whatever fills her, no more, no less. My fingers are crooked up, so my finger tips are rubbing the roof of her vagina, looking for the bumpy spot that signals her g-spot.
I fuck her with my fingers faster, keeping pace with my mouth. Occasionally I need to come up and suck a ragged breath before burying my face in her again. Sucking her clit into my hot wet mouth and slurping like my life depends on it.
At this point I must remember that this is instructional and not purely pornographic. I find that alternating between lying flat on my stomach and folding my knees up underneath me so it looks like I'm kneeling to pray at some obscene ritual helps to avoid neck and leg cramps. I can end up down here a long time.
Eventually she'll cum. This is a time to learn about her body as well. Some women roll one orgasm into another and beg for more, their legs twitching and shooting out straight. Others clamp their thighs on my face and claw their hands in my hair trying to get away from the sensation. Either way the result is the same: I keep going.
Even if she tries to smother me, pretty soon the sensation will take over and she'll melt into the bed again, giving me back my freedom. And my mouth and fingers continue their work.
After two or three orgasms I take a break to check on her. Ask her how she's doing. If she can string a sentence together, I get back to work.
The entire goal is to free her of her coherence. Watch her intelligent eyes glaze over. Listen to her witty tongue sputter nonsense. Help her become a helpless, writhing thing. And when nothing exists of her but a twitching wet hole, I put it to use. I replace my fingers with my cock and use her like the little fucktoy I made her.
I shan't be silenced!
*choking on my whiskey*
Like that's a possibility. Just sayin'.![]()