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Double Blowjob
Sounds like Lex had a really good day, even for him:
Its been said theres no such thing as a bad blowjob. This is surely a lie. Anyone who makes this claim has never squirmed under a row of sharp teeth, nor suffered friction burns at the hands of a partner who just wants to get it over with, nor endured the lazy manipulations of a mouth that would rather be wrapped around somethinganythingelse.
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There really isnt such a thing as a bad double blow job, however. For one, any girl who teams up with a playmate to work you over is arguably well acquainted with the act of fellatio. And neither girl wants to look bad in front of the other, so they both bring their A games to the, er, court. If having two women at once is like winning the lottery, then having two women worship the knobbed idol of your masculinity is like winning the lottery and the Nobel Prize on the same afternoon.
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Leslie and Peggy. Each one, in her own right, an accomplished flautist in the skin section of the orchestra; Leslie with her soft, silky lips and Peggy with her tongue ring and talented fingers. Both of them with their little tricksa slight flick of the wrist or curl of the tongue. Both of them only too happy to fish Mr. Penis out of my trousers. Unprompted, naturally.
I kneeled and they had me together....
On Looking At Women
CJ at Boyspoke posts from the front lines in an LA gym, about getting glared at when looking at women:
The thing is, these women you know, the ones at the gym? they\'re dressed umm gorgeously. Yes, even at the gym. I mean, I know Spandex is a privilege and not a right, but these women deserve to wear Spandex. Some of them even go as far as to wear athletic bras. And just athletic bras at least on top yes, they put on stuff that covers their other parts. It\'s like, hel-LO, gorgeous women are all around me and some of them are dressed in even less than the ones I see walking down the street!
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Naturally, I look. And I\'m not really a gawker, but there are some times when I\'m checking out the women. You would, too. It\'s not like I\'m making comments and pointing or being incredibly obvious or anything like that, I\'m just, you know gently checking them out. The problem is some of them apparently don\'t take kindly to being checked out. I get dirty looks in return.
I call foul on that. In fact, I call triple-foul on that. For crying out loud, if you\'re dressed in an outfit like that, how can you expect me not to check you out? You\'re wearing next to nothing. And the stuff that you are wearing is barely leaving anything to the imagination. Honestly, I think it\'s be a crime for me not to look.
Here\'s my thing: If you don\'t want to be checked out, then dress accordingly. If you don\'t want me to look at your boobs, cover them. If you don\'t want me to admire your legs, don\'t wear short shorts. There\'s no law that prohibits you from wearing a loose t-shirt and baggy track pants instead of a sports bra and Spandex Daisy Dukes. And if you do wear the sports bra and Spandex Daisy Dukes ... you\'re not allowed to be displeased when I check you out.
First of all, there\'s admittedly a line between looking and leering that not all men can find -- or maybe they just don\'t care to. But if we assume, despite the dirty look evidence to the contrary, that CJ is safely on the right side of the line with his \"gently checking them out\", what\'s up with that?
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Relationship Papers?
Music: Black and Blue by Van Hailen
You do not own title on your lover. You simply have lease on a part of their lives, whether you\'re married or not. It is always, always, always in your best interest that your lover maintain some of their privacy and \"me\" time.
That\'s what Steff says in a long post that makes some really good points. But I wonder.....is it ever a good idea to think that you own part of your lover? Steff\'s right, nobody \"owns title\" on a lover, but even the idea of having a \"lease on part of their lives\" squicks me. To me that sounds too much like \"I own this part of you,\" and I usually have a hard enough time controlling my life to want the extra work of controlling part of somebody else\'s.
D/s play is separate from my point. There, all parties agree on how the games go, and they\'re there because they want to be there. They\'re choosing. If there\'s relationship papers involved, titles or leases or whatever, then some amount of choice gets lost. Maybe that works for some people, but not for me. What Steff said made me understand that J is good for me because right now he can\'t own me, he\'s still married although I guess that\'s just technically since the divorce is going through the courts now. We just get together when we can and have the fun that we both want to have. I hope that doesn\'t change once he\'s divorced.
Speaking of J, he\'s been out of town for awhile. Last night he sent me an email \"Thinking of You,\" and all it contained was the words to the song Black and Blue. \"The harder the better, let\'s do it \'til we\'re black and blue\"......I think we might be on the same page after all! I might get to find out this weekend, keep your fingers crossed for me!
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I know the gym is a problem for some women; in my town we\'ve got women-only gyms and gyms with women-only areas for just this reason. But at the coed gym, when a woman has dressed to impress, does she really expect the guys to maintain monastic eyes-front-and-downcast look-at-nothing-but-the-equipment-in-front-of-me eyeball discipline? If so, is she not manifestly insane?
I have my own theory, which is that when she\'s dressed to impress but glaring at you for looking, you\'re not in the category of people whose eye she hoped to catch. Just for instance, you might be a man, ugh, and she might be there to attract the gaze of another woman. Or you might not meet her standard of beauty; she wants to catch the eye of someone as svelte as herself, and can\'t abide being looked at by some regularly-sized slug.