Valentine's Day
2007-02-24 @ 11:43 a.m.

Not a big fan of the dreaded red/pink day. My boys both sent flowers. Beautiful roses, by the way. I had one bouquet waiting for me at work on Thursday (yes, a day late) and one bouquet arrived at my house. I loved the thought and the flowers.

Still, a part of me has always felt that receiving gifts on Valentines Day is like getting kissed by your brother (on the cheek, of course, don't be sick). It's a nice gesture but someone made him do it. And it's not even Mom that made him do it on February 14! Hallmark made him do it and he doesn't even know Hallmark.

Steve's Party

I accompanied Steve to a business party the other night. The party was held at a very nice hotel and there were about 300 guests. After making the rounds with Steve, I found a quiet corner and sat with a glass of wine, trying to unwind after a long day. A few of the younger people came a sat by me. They work for Steve and knew I was with him.

When I say younger, they were probably in their mid-twenties (and how it sucks that mid-twenties is now 'younger' for me). The conversation between these two guys and three girls turned sexual. Not interesting sexual but 8th Grade sexual. All of them were a bit tipsy.

They were talking/flirting about what they like. Naturally, the conversation turns to whips, chains, bondage etc. Nothing graphic, mind. Just meaningless banter and attempted wit among friends. Well, this one guy turns to me and says:

Guy: How about you, you and Steve into any of that?

Me: Any of what?

Guy: Pain, bondage?

Me: That's what my dentist is for.

Guy: You date your dentist?

I'm serious.

On the drive home I told Steve that he should fire the lad. Steve agreed that the question was inappropriate but said I should give the guy a break. I told Steve I could care less about the pain/bondage inquiry, it was just that I thought the boy too stupid to be allowed continued employment.

Isn't it fascinating to watch someone you know operate in 'his world,' on 'his home turf?' It's just incredible to see a different side of someone you know so well. Steve, can really work a room and is amazingly charming when he wants to be. My man sure cleans up nice. After all this time, he can still impress me.

The Evolution of My Oral Technique

I was seventeen when I gave my first blowjob. That's probably a bit late compared to many girls. I had given my boyfriend plenty of handjobs, but other than that, we took things slow. He was not the recipient of my first oral experience, however (and I'm sure his cock remains forever grateful). That honor was bestowed upon the boyfriend of my cousins cousin (no relation to me).

My technique can only be described as the "bobbing for apples/toothjob" technique. He sat on a couch while I knelt on the floor. I did not make eye contact, something I always try to do now. I bobbed my head, up and down, as fast as I could, on the theory that since boys enjoyed fast handjobs, faster was better. His less than enthusiastic initial reaction taught me that faster may or may not be better but forgetting that your mouth is filled with teeth is never a good thing - for him.

I soon moved in the opposite direction, perhaps to compensate for my poor debut. This technique was what I call the mouthless blowjob. I was so worried about hurting my boyfriend that for the first few times I would merely give him a handjob while simultaneously licking the head of his cock. For a seventeen year-old boy, this technique is pleasurable for about fifteen seconds. "I don't want my teeth to hurt you," I explained, as he tried to jam his cock down my throat. "Lets worry about that after I actually get it in your mouth," he answered, with all the patience and sensitivity I could expect.

When my silly fears were put to rest, I quickly reverted to the fast-paced, "look, mom, no hands" technique. I was all mouth, until I discovered the reaction that an active tongue could elicit. My boyfriend (the same one, for this evolution was fairly quick) found this technique very much to his liking --- for the 60 or 90 seconds that elapsed before he deposited his load down my throat. So, while he was happy, I was somewhat less fulfilled. No girl wants to be watching Beverly Hills 90210 two minutes after giving really good head.

In fact, this technique was so popular with him, and made him climax so quickly, that I spent most of last year of high school giving him quickies. I remember one time, I was staying for dinner at his house. We were in the family room when his mother called us to the table. He whipped out his cock and was cumming in about two minutes. One minute later, we were at the table and I'm chatting to his parents about this and that with his taste still in my mouth.

The technique has since evolved, it is much more eclectic. More symphonic, if you will, with a fast movement, slow movement, perhaps a minuet and a fourth movement in rondo thrown in for good measure. Or, in baseball terms, I've added a few pitches and worked on my off-speed pitch. By the time I got to college, I went straight to the varsity team.

Oral sex is like life, it's all about balance, pace and variety.

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