Stress Free Saturday

My picture was sent. The video too. I put on the radio to mask the hum of the vibrator. 

I like it when the pulses are intermittent, each time the rabbit ears buzz against my clit I get a little bit closer to orgasm. 

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5 minutes. 

 

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My red light mask is on. I'm lying in bed wearing a spa-wrap : a rescue from a friend who had gotten it from her friend who had shuttered her spa / salon business. 

I hear the door. 

Hello Daddy, I say as I smile under the mask. 

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Ice cold tongue on my right nipple. A sharp intake of breath. A satisfied exhale of pent up stress. 

Now on the left. These bandeau style spa-wraps make it too easy for someone to gain access to nips. 

The bottom hem is pulled up, legs gently pushed and his tongue finds my clit at the same time his fingers enter me. 

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An interlude. A moment of giggles. I ask if he would assist with tweezing away a couple of rogue hairs down below. 

He can't see them. His eyesight isn't what it used to be. 

"My glasses are in the car." 

He continues to lick and suck at my clit. 

I'm uneasy because a clean-shaven girl ought to be just that - clean-shaven. 

"It occurs to me that your little doesn't have to worry too much about making sure she's shaved properly cos you can't see, huh?" 

"Yup. But I can feel." 

And his face nuzzles into my crotch. 

OUCH! 

He's yanked a hair out with his teeth. 

I laugh. Giggly contagious laughter. He laughs too. 

And another! 

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Roger is in my mouth, he finds my pussy with his finger and rams in hard. 

Each time he does I open my mouth and gasp for air. And each time I do his cock swells a little bit more. 

He reaches across to spank my left butt cheek at the same time. I jerk forward and impale my cunt farther on his fingers in time with his spanks. 

Now he holds my head in place, and fucks my mouth with his cock. 

I can't breathe. My saliva thickens with added mucus. Thank you, Gag reflex. 

I lift myself off to catch my breath, tears dropping from my eyes as I do so. I wipe them on the bed. 

Break over. He reaches for my hair and pulls my mouth down around him again.

 

My right hand cradles his balls, I use the other to twist around the base of his shaft. And I suck and lick him as I move up and down his cock. 

"Keep going, Daddy's gonna cum."

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My mood pic today ~

Old Friends and New

As I was reading through some of my old posts and comments, reminiscing, I suppose, I came across a comment that June (of Ward & June) left one one of my posts, Secretes of the Sub Sisterhood mentioning that she had added the link to her favourite posts page on her own blog. 

If you've read there before you might have seen it already. But for some reason I only saw it for the first time today. 

So if you're interested in what some of their favourite posts were around blogland, have a look at THIS PAGE which contains a short description and links to the actual posts. Mind you this was a long time ago, in blogland terms anyway, so some of the links might not take you anywhere at all. But it's worth checking out, especially if you're new to DD / Ds / TTWD etc. 

And I just wanted to take the time to say how much I appreciate my early blogging friends, Conina, Kitty, Faerie, who were the first few to reach out and say "you're not alone and you're not weird"... 

Also, Emen, Bas, Jake, Spanky (and the CWS members) , Del Fonte, Geekie Kitty, Master's Piece, Aisha, Renee Rose, SNP, Ami, Dragon's Rose, and slightly more recently, Lil, Pygar & Abby (I do miss you). 

I'm sure there are more but it would take too long to go thru all my comments and list them all! Because yes, I have forgotten some of the names, but I will never forget that they all (like you) made me feel welcome at a time when I really needed to find some people who were like me. They uplifted, supported, encouraged, challenged, and celebrated me and each other. And I am so glad that the same spirit continues on in blogland today, even tho' individual bloggers may come and go. 

(Some of you are still here  - or I've recently found you again *looks at Bleue and DV* - so I shan't add you to that list! LOL)

Thank you for being my people!

My mood pic today ~

A Post Work Pre Dinner Offer

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Would you like to drop in after work for a blowjob? It's a mean thing to say, I know. How is he supposed to resist that? You could swing by on your way back to whatever dinner plan you've made for the evening. 

Will I get a warm towel? he enquired. Hmmm, of course, if that's what you like. 

There was more than just a warm towel tho. I made him a cup of Vietnamese drip coffee while we chatted for a bit in the kitchen. I got the warm towel ready and advised him to get naked, cos, well, this towel isn't gonna stay warm forever. 

I put some water into the diffuser and popped in some essential oil - a combination of my homemade floral blend and a store bought "Fresh Air" concoction. And then I put on some "relaxing meditational music" on the lappy - the internet has EVERYTHING and Youtube is amazing! 

And then I got a little piece of homemade peanut butter bar and put that into his mouth as he lay back and got his warm towel treatment. 

So do you wanna cum by hand, by mouth, or by pussy? 

*I felt like I was reading off a menu.*

Cos that will determine if I use a lubricating oil or not...

Pussy, he says. 

And then I got to work. 

I've said before how my favourite sound is him saying "good girl". The gasps that I make escape his lips are a close second. 

I love that. And the reactions that accompany them. The tensing of his hips... then relaxing as he shifts his leg this way at first, and then that. Lifting his butt just a couple of millimeters off the mattress. And resting his weight once again on the bed. His head turning from one side to another as he breathes out a sigh. 

He moves his hand to reach for me. To stroke my face, to hold my hand. His eyes go from open to shut, and then open again. Watching me, eyeing a nipple. His fingers reach for a tit under my sweater. First one hand on one tit, and then both hands are busy. Tugging. Pinching. Pulling. A flick here. A slap there. 

These are the things that I derive pleasure from when I have him in my mouth, as my fingers meander on his skin, when my teeth make contact with his ballsac and I tug at it just a teensy bit - enough for it to register as a different sensation but not anywhere near painful. 

When he's in control I know he enjoys watching me writhe and moan - when he's spanking or slapping me, or inflicting some kind of pain on me. But when it's blowjob time, it's my turn to relish his reactions as I go to town on Roger. 

And when we reach the part of the dance where he's pinching hard, and holding my head down on his impaling cock, and he is back in control of this tango, well, by then it doesn't take too long before he has me offering up my pussy - his pussy - for the grand finale. 

TBT - CWS 6 - Pre Blowjob Thoughts According to BIKSS

Last week I put up the Pre-Blowjob Thoughts Challenge. There was a part two - this was BIKSS' point of view. Enjoy.

CWS Challenge #2 - HIS point of view

Following the positive response to BIKSS' recent posts, I asked if he would do me the honour of writing 55 words about what happens in his brain as I'm about to give him a blowjob. Here is his response to Spanky's CWS Challenge.

Ladies and Gentleman, Subs and Doms, I give you : 

55 words before you know your cock is going to be sucked - A Dom's Perspective

Watching me, you smile as you unzip me and release my cock from its cloth prison. Holding him firmly, you engulf him in your warm mouth, your eyes never leaving mine, not even for an instant.

“Sweet dreams are made of these,” was a song but I bet this wasn’t what they had in mind. 

TBT - CWS 5 - Pre Blowjob Thoughts

I haven't done a TBT CWS post in a while, so here's one of our early challenges.

Please feel free to write your own response to this Spanky challenge - just let me know in the comments if you do so I can come round and visit. 

I present ~ The Pre Blowjob Thought Challenge 

CWS Challenge #2

"Write 55 words on the moment before you know you will be sucking a cock" was the challenge issued by Spanky to the CWS network. I'm late coming to the party... but here goes:

The Pre-Blowjob Pep Talk

Will he let me take it in?
Almost I think. Now? Or later?

How should I pleasure him?
With gusto and fervour?
Or gently, teasing?

Mmm I think a feather-light touch to start
But please make it last.
You always get carried away
And get down to it too fast.

Oh, whatever. Here it comes!

(and that, if you count hyphenated words as 1, was exactly 55 words not including the title.)

Fantasy Fucking Fun - A summary

Me and BIKSS - talking about what it would be like to be in the same room with another couple (we actually HAVE a couple in mind, this time) and having them watch us while I give him a blowjob. 

The guy in mind is a new friend. Met on a dating app. Not date material. But he's ok as a friend. Same background, and it turns out we know a lot of the same people. So it's not really like meeting a total stranger. My best friend is friends with his sister, it turns out. 

Anyway, the summary. He says his gf doesn't enjoy / give (good) blowjobs and she sure as heck doesn't swallow. 

We talked about the dd/lg I have with BIKSS cos some of the questions on the dating app kinda ask about sex and he asked me about my response to one of the questions. In order to give him a clearer picture as to the "rough sex over gentle sex" answer, I thought it best to frame it within the realm of D/s. 

So here was I, asking BIKSS what he thought about giving them a show and tell, and maybe his gf could learn a thing or two. Perhaps I could make a cock-worshipping sub out of her even LOL.

image taken off the web

Fast forward a day later and we're having the best freaking romp we've had in a while - we're talking double dildo, vibe, all the pinching, slapping, spanking...  I even had my finger in his ass by the end of the night. 

I realised that evening that BIKSS never told me exactly how he liked me to present. So I asked him. Talk about feeling self-conscious. He said he wasn't too fussy, this was fine. Show me, I pushed. 

He did. Knees apart, he said. Then he placed his hands on the side of my hips and lifted my butt higher. Like this. 

Sigh. Like this. 

"Like this" means now my thighs are aching from the extended length that I was in that pose. 

And all that rough / anal / messy play likely caught me a UTI. I'm on antibiotics today. And will be for 3 days. Till Friday. Which is when we hop across the border for some mid-autumn festival mooncakes!! 

Tell you about it after :)

TBT- CWS 4

Well then, I missed last week's TBT it appears. This week I've managed to schedule the post in advance. Here's an Ode to Cock from 6 years ago. It was meant to be funny and tongue/cock in cheek, so don't take it too seriously! 

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Ode to Cock - a CWS special

It's the girth - not the length
It's the power and the strength
It invades and impales

It is veiny, but it is smooth
It likes tongue, not so much tooth
And some sucking never fails

It is hard, and soft as well
When it's in me, what the hell!
Pump me harder, that's a boy!

Out again, it seeks my mouth
Head pushed into crotch, down south
Use me, fuck me, I'm your toy

Back of throat, deep you thrust
Keep it down, do this I must
Looking up I see your gaze

Eyes that speak of lust anew
Stare at me even while you spew
You cum, and we, together, laze.

TBT - CWS 3

Here are this week's excerpts - enjoy :)

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...I squat (yes, not terribly glamourous but it's the perfect height for me to get at Roger) and put his cock in my mouth. Rough. Urgent. Demanding. (That's me, by the way, not him!) Bikss has his hands against the wardrobe for balance, and leverage, as he pumps into my face. I look up at him often; he watches me worship his cock, and I'm convinced the view from above does something for him, if his thrusts are anything to go by. 

He pushes deep into my throat and I turn my squat into a kneel, for better stability, as he pumps right in and cums directly down the back of my throat. At the end of this I'm tearing and my nose is all stuffy from the gagging. Strangely my man never realises he's choking me. Not until I'm wiping my face with a towel. In all innocence he asks, "Sweaty?"  "No, gag reflex. Tears and snot, hun."

I swear I can almost see the amusement on his face as he says, "Oh, did I make you gag?"

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...His erection was bumping up against my thigh, insistently, and I reached down to hold it in my hand. I mumbled a complaint about having to navigate through his shorts and briefs and he responded by lifting them upwards and to the side to expose his eager cock from below. Skin met skin and we moaned at the same time from the thrill of making contact. With my hand wrapped around his shaft I began to stroke his length. I made to kneel down and take him in my mouth, but he stopped me with a light but firm touch. 

The windows are open, you sure you wanna do this?

Can I? Will anyone see?

via fcvadom

After a brief pause he nodded his consent. I bent at the knees and began a smooth descent until my mouth was the same level as his crotch. Then I shifted one leg into a kneel and was in a sort of prolonged genuflection as I worshipped his rapidly hardening cock. Looking straight up at him, I pulled him all the way into my throat, the angle of my head from keeping my eyes locked onto his making it less uncomfortable to do so (as compared with my experiences in the past). My lips were open to allow my tongue to reach out and caress the remainder of his cock that couldn't fit into my mouth. I teased his sac with my fingers and felt him give a little shudder. I brought my tongue back in and closed my lips around him now, manipulating whatever length of him I could take in my mouth with swirling tongue and tightening lips. I sucked, then released, I stroked his shaft with my closed hand in accompaniment to the movements of my mouth. He held me by the back of my head and I can't remember if he fucked my mouth with his hips or rocked my head back and forth over his cock, but I was rewarded for my service with a hot load of cum deposited right at the back of my tongue, oozing down my throat even as he continued to ejaculate. 

TBT - CWS 2

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TBT - CWS 1

Since I've been wanting to resurrect CWS but haven't been able to squeeze out enough time to make a plan for it, I thought I might jump on the TBT bandwagon and use it as an opportunity to share the CWS posts from moons ago. 

So here it is. The first CWS-tagged post from 2012.

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Subs and Blowjobs

This is more a discussion topic than a post. I'm not sure how and where to put this (is there a forum gadget? can I set up a forum-like tab?) so I'm just putting this here. 

My girlfriends have all stated very vehemently that they dislike giving their men blowjobs. Now I don't understand this. I think it's the most intimate, wonderful gift a girl could offer her man. And I love it! 

I don't know WHY I love it, I just do. Maybe it's the wonderment of the penis. Maybe it's the satisfaction I get seeing him thusly pleasured. Maybe it's the sense of accomplishment at making him cum in my mouth. I don't know and this isn't really what this post is about.

What it IS about is this - these same women, when I've approached the topic of women being submissive to their husbands, have all but stoned me for even thinking such a thing, never mind practising it. As I read all the blogs I follow I notice there is a strong desire for submissives to take their doms in their mouths and pleasure them with willing blowjobs.

(anon. upload to Picanese)

(BOD I tell BIKSS - Blowjob On Demand)

Is there a correlation between women who desire to be submissive in a relationship and their willingness for (and addiction to) going down on their men? 

Is cock-worshipping a trait of sub-inclined women?

If you would, let me know if you're a willing sub who introduced TTWD to your dom or the other way around... or if you're still an unwilling sub but have decided to go along with your partner because of whatever reason. And whether you've always been a fan of oral sex (giving) or did this grow (pun INTENDED!) on you (and in you... LOL).

Thanks... and do spread the word... It'll be good to get some answers from women in similar relationships. 

Suddenly There He Was

I knew he might be coming over. I didn't know what time.

He let himself into the house, into the room.

The shirt came off, I was midway through updating my scrapbook.

"Come here," his voice was lilting.

"What did I do now?" I asked.

"Nothing, you have 5 minutes to get on your knees and make Roger happy," came the reply.

Later I asked him where this came from, cos it wasn't really his style, not in recent years anyway.

He stated magnanimously that he thought it might be good.

"For you or for me? " I asked. 

"For you. You haven't knelt and sucked on Roger in a while."

"Oh, and what about that Dommy voice?"

"I figured it might be enjoyable." 

"Again, for you or for me?" I was amused now. 

"For you." *He laughs*

"Oh, so you're being selfless and self-sacrificing eh?"

"Totally." 

Power vs Service

This post is probably more suited to the now-defunct CWS blog. I still haven't gotten round to doing something about resurrecting that. But for now... I'll just leave it here with the CWS tag.

I said this would be my year of shorter posts. Judging from the last few (or more than a few) I have failed miserably at keeping to that. But this one. This one I promise will be short. 

Blowjobs. I've always loved giving them. There is something about the power one holds when a cock is in one's mouth. Demeaning? Not to me. Instead, I felt powerful. 

Imagine not being in control of the hardening of your cock. Imagine not knowing what sensation will follow. Imagine having no say over what is happening between your legs. Imagine all that power. 

I used to sit on my ankles beside my boyfriends, or straddle them (facing either forward or back, whichever). Sometimes I would lie between their legs, propped up on one elbow, or balancing on their thighs. Often I was stretched out alongside their bodies, or we would 69.

But never did I kneel between their legs, neither on the floor while they sat, nor on the bed if they were lying down, to worship their cock. 

That is the difference. Power then. Service now.

Lie-in-Bed Monday with Daddy

After a super tiring weekend (roadtrip on Saturday, wedding on Sunday) I was totally looking forward to spending the day indoors with BIKSS on Monday. We had originally planned to celebrate our anniversary the week before but I couldn't get time off on the 2nd, so we pushed it back a week. It turned out to be a good thing cos by Sunday night I was exhausted. 

Daddy came over around 9-ish and crawled into bed with me to wake me up. After rolling around for a bit he began to fiddle with me between my legs. I was still half asleep and it was a very relaxing way to get this little girl awake. He pulled my panties off and continued to stroke and tease my pussy. There was no resistance over here. Nuh-uh. It was almost therapeutic. He slipped a finger in and I gasped and moaned and before long Roger was having his way with me. 

Yes, just like that. That woke me up of course. 

Then we lay about and chatted about things that happened over the weekend. He had a haircut at a new place and was saying how unimpressed he was with the service. Of course since we were still in bed our hands were wandering all over the place, and we got on to the topic of nipple sensitivity. I enjoy running my hand over Daddy's chest and circling his nipples, but he doesn't particularly get a lot out of it, arousal-wise. 

Of course all this talk and active demonstration about nipples and kissing and pinching them led to some other body parts being twiddled and tweaked. I was horny enough that I asked if I could have my Purple Pieman and BIKSS motioned that I should get it from my nightstand. 

It was a relatively easy cum. Sometimes I worry that something might be wrong with me, cos on some days it takes FOREVER. BIKSS is certain it's just stress. He gets like that too, once in a while, he assures me. He's right, after a particularly weird week I was having about a month ago, things went back to normal, so I was very relieved!

After that he fucked me again - I think Roger just didn't want to waste a wet pussy!

We got up and headed out to lunch. We went to a new-ish mall about a 15 min drive away, and had a not-bad herbal pork rib soup.

I've shown you pics of this before, but here it is again. It's one of our favourite dishes, clearly, and there are so many variations that one really can't ever get sick of it. Not us, anyway. 

pic from noobcook.com

Then it was off to run errands. Daddy drove me to mum's to pick up and drop off stuff, then we went to the tailor's for me to get two pairs of pants sewn up (too long). The last stop was to deliver newspapers to the vet and then we headed home again. 

After I packed up the house a little bit and washed up, I headed into the room to find him just waking from a mini nap. It was my turn to "disturb" him so I nibbled on his ear and nuzzled his neck and my hand reached for Roger - who was already straining against his shorts!

"Something needs to go into your ass," he said. 

I got up and went to the toy drawer and pulled it open. "OK, what do you want Daddy?"

We pulled out The Viking, DD2, the pink crop, my favourite cane, the nipple clamps and my Purple Pieman. Oh, and the lube. (Click the link for pics.)

And then the fun began. He inserted his own massager first, while I sucked on Roger. As it slipped all the way in BIKSS fell back into the pillows and exhaled a very satisfied moan. He let me continue to have Roger in my mouth a little while longer before he had me stop so he could slip the ring over his cock and balls. 

Next it was my turn. He had me lie on my stomach and lubed my butt. The double dildo made its way in and soon I was aching for a cum too. Daddy held the vibe under me and I ground my hips into the bed, trying to press up against it. He played with my holes with the dildo, moving it in and out of me at varying speeds.

Whack. Tappety tap.. whack! He spanked while I humped the bed. I didn't know WHAT was happening. I can usually tell what implement is being used, but this time I wasn't paying attention. All I knew was I wanted to cum. As I concentrated on what was happening down the front BIKSS was making sure I had a lovely red behind. I buried my face in the pillow and breathed hard! It's not easy trying to have a cum when you're trying to escape cane lashes, let me tell you. And yet, each time a stroke landed on my butt I pushed forward onto the vibe, inching me just that little bit closer to orgasm, again and again. 

Finally I felt it coming. That last crescendo before climax. BIKSS had stopped spanking me and was fucking me with the dildos. As he went faster my buildup increased. Again, it was not a difficult cum, (PHEW!), and a much stronger one than the morning's at that. When I was done shuddering he pulled out the dildo and replaced it with Roger in my pussy. I was already panting from the cum and now with his pumping and my moaning, I felt like I had no more strength in me. Until he wrapped his hand around my neck, and grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back. 

I never think I can be MORE aroused until I am. And I was. For a moment, he pulled out and tried to enter my ass but it just wasn't going to happen despite already having had the dildo inside earlier. Some days the body just doesn't want to co-operate. Daddy was understanding (and I was yelping in pain so that couldn't have been fun for him either) and pulled back out. After wiping up he re-entered my pussy and came that way. 

We were both super high from the sex and the lack of oxygen - as he got out of bed to grab a towel he stumbled a little. "Old people sex," he said, chuckling. Hey, but at least we're still having sex right? LOL

We washed up and settled back into bed to cuddle. And talk about ... more sex. Well, we talked about how I felt more comfortable about being naked now compared to how it used to freak me out when we first began. I suppose it was a little bit of vulnerability coupled with body image issues. I could never stand for inspection - presentation is something I CAN do tho. Perhaps because I don't have to look at anything/anyone. 

This makes me uncomfortable... 

This I can do

I could handle this...

Maybe even this one... 

So I asked him about what he would do during such an inspection. How I would be standing, what I would look at etc. 

He explained, gently, and reassuringly, and did a little demo (even tho we were lying in bed) to give me an idea of how I might expect to be touched. Of course this meant his fingers were wandering all over my naked body again, and we *all* know what happens when we're told what will be done to us... pile of jello, wet pussy, full-on sub-mode.

We used a hypothetical girl; what would she do? I asked. 

"She would allow me to touch her, anywhere I wanted. She wouldn't flinch, or object to it. She would let me play with her nipples, just like that. (*Gasp*) She would wait patiently while I looked at her."

"What's there to look at?"

"The curve of her back, her breasts, hint of pussy... outline of her body...  there's TONS to look at."

"But where would she look? At you? At the floor?"

"Anywhere. It doesn't matter. If she's uncomfortable she could look down at the floor... while I touch her between her legs. And she would spread them for me, uh huh, just like that, good girl... and she would enjoy my fingers on her lips, playing with her clit... " 

By now I was punctuating his words (and live-demonstration) with heavy breathing and gasps and moans and mmm-ing sexy sounds...  

Wouldn't YOU get horny as heck? 

He withdrew his fingers and patted me on the bum. We should get going for dinner, he said. 

I sighed. And put my head in his crotch. I flicked my tongue over Roger, and stuck my nose in his balls and inhaled his scent. Mmmm, I murmured. He let out a sound that said he shared my feeling of contentment. 

Then I began to suck on him again. Languidly. There was no rush right? I was just saying my goodbyes - a proper sendoff before he put on his clothes and we went to look for food. BIKSS had other plans. He said later on that he wasn't planning on it, but at that moment it felt like the right thing to do to finger me and get me all hot and bothered again. And the harder his fingers fucked me the more earnestly I sucked on his cock. 

I released him to catch my breath and give my jaw a rest. That was when the slaps came on my right cheek. Two in a row. Then one more for good measure. I put his cock back in my mouth. And continued to work my tongue on the underside of his shaft. When I pulled myself off him again for a breather the slaps descended once more. Again I made Roger disappear in my mouth. 

I felt another cum building up, so I continued to bob up and down over him, sucking, tonguing, moving my hand up and down his shaft as I concentrated my oral efforts on the head of his cock. 

It wasn't long before he came in my mouth; the familiar warm taste on my tongue. 

I'd say we had a productive day... lots of sex, lots of fondling, and a whole lot of cuddling and just getting to be little with Daddy. 

Pick One

I play this game with Daddy very often. I love his answers - sometimes they're expected, and sometimes not so.

"Kinky sex once a month or vanilla sex everyday - pick one"

"Only sex or only blowjobs forever - pick one"

"No more spankings or no more blowjobs forever - pick one"

They were all rather easy picks for Daddy. Until we got to :

"Vanilla blowjob plus sex OR kinky sex minus blowjob - pick one"

That last one got him. It was a hard one for him to pick... he hummed and hawed a long long time. I had to eventually qualify it for him as "vanilla blowjob from ME" ...

He chose vanilla blowjob cos he said my blowjobs were out of this world, even without the kink.

Awww....💓

What Shall We Do About CWS?

I've been toying with the idea of reviving CWS. Any of the old members wanna weigh in on this?

We don't have Spanky's CWS blog anymore... and I don't think we have many members left still actively writing here these days... but we COULD start it up again.

I wouldn't mind ideas on what we'd want to see... challenges? creative writing? questions? quizzes?

Just toying with the idea at the moment and would like some input. Anyone. Feel free to leave a comment. PLEASE.

A Cock Worshipping Quiz

First off, have you read dear Faerie's latest post on the CWS blog?

AND NOW...

Here's something fun for you to do this weekend -

1. Does the cock you worship have a name? Would you like to give him one? 

-- Yes. We call him Roger.

2. What's the max number of times you've worshipped cock in a 24 hour period? 

-- Er, in 24 hours, allowing for manipulation of start /end time, I think possibly around 7? 8? Say maybe from 3pm to 3pm the following day.

3. How often does cock-worshipping take place?

-- I see BIKSS twice a week, so twice a week. But anywhere from 1 to 3 times each visit.

4. When worshipping cock, do you start with balls? [Yes / No and elaborate please.]

-- No, I start with Roger, and sometimes hands go to balls, sometimes mouth goes to balls. Sometimes balls get neglected. *Note to self - pay more attention to BIKSS' balls*

5. Do / Can you deep throat?

-- I try. But I gag. So as long as I'm not puking yet, I'll go as long as I can when BIKSS is holding my head and driving the rhythm. Left to me, it's more likely 1 deep plunge out of every 10 regular ones or so.

6. Spit or swallow? (Yeah yeah, I had to right?)

-- Swallow. Always.

7. What do you focus on when worshipping cock? 

-- The feel of Roger in my mouth / BIKSS' reaction / making sure I don't drool all over my own hand and down his shaft to the base of his cock / varying my motions / hands stroking him all over - tummy, thighs, butt, balls / brushing my tits against his inner thigh.

8. How long is a typical cock worshipping session for you?

-- Anywhere from 5 mins to 20 mins I reckon.

9. What is your favourite cock worshipping position?

-- Easy, BIKSS lying down and me between his legs. I'm propped up on my knees and one hand, the other hand is usually fondling him. OR between his legs, crouched and half laying on one of his thighs.

10. If you had to give up oral sex, which would you choose - never giving again, or never getting again?

-- EASIER! I would give up receiving. But I would never survive never giving a blowjob again.

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[If you'd like to play along, copy and paste the questions and post them on your own blog and the CWS blog too! If you don't have author rights to the CWS blog and would like me to re-post it there, leave a comment after this post and I'll go over and copy / paste your answers for you and include a link back to your blog. Here's your chance to help out in the CWS Revival project!]

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And just for fun I did  The Legit Can You Give Good Head Test

This is my result: (be warned you'll be asked to create an account before you get to the result page but it's easy enough to get through).

Your result for The Legit Can You Give Good Head Test ...

Blow Job Queen

You blew it with 35 out of 40. The number is pretty meaningless.

Wow. You're good at giving head and you know when to give lousy head when the bastard deserves it. Excellent technique, eager to please... but at a price. You know you're good and you only give good when you get good. Maybe you like it that way. If not, try being a little, you know, looser.

Free for All

Anna May wrote about her recent date and how she wants to believe there are gentlemen out there. And Aurora wrote about her feelings of shame concerning sex, and both these posts made my brain tingle a little bit so that I just had to write something here about my own experiences. 

Fact - I grew up being taught that sex was bad, masturbation was bad, and all things to do with lust was bad.

I have always been rebellious, adventurous (as long as I had control), and wanting to stand out from the crowd. (Huge ego - what can I say.)

Fact - I have never felt good enough / pretty enough / smart enough / rich enough... blah blah, you name it I felt it. 

Therefore when I realised that I had something that other girls didn't (I'm one of those x-factor, flirty, sensual, dripping with innuendo types) which made the boys drool (not necessarily make them want to marry me, mind you) I took it and I milked it and I used it for all it was worth. 

Enter the confused Fondles. On the one hand sex = no-no. On the other hand, it was the ONE commodity I could use to advance my popularity / "worth".  (Ok, I'm referring to sexuality, not sex per se; I didn't go around sleeping with EVERYbody, despite what *they* tell you - altho I know at least 2 fellas who told others they'd slept with me like it was some sort of conquest!)

Ok, remember the not being good enough? Well, being the sexual person I could be meant that the guys would start hanging around, and the girls would start hanging around. There was a period of time when if you asked my friends to describe me in a word they would all say Bitch. The kind that would go out and be cold as ice and still have boys fawning at her feet. 

On the outside I looked and believed myself to be this modern confident tough cookie. But somewhere inside I was still guilty as hell about using something so "dirty" to validate myself. 

Sex has always been JUST sex. Physical. That's the default status. I was able to draw a line between the act and the emotion. Can I fuck without feeling? Yes. BUT can I also have meaningful sex with the man I love? Yes. Don't ask me how. It's a coping mechanism. 

A consequence of the time I was 12 and molested by a trusted family friend; of the time I was offered a ride home from a childhood friend who tried to rape me; of being "forced" into have sex by my first real boyfriend who promised he wouldn't fuck me till I was ready but did so anyway while we were petting and fooling around. 

I've written this down before, I'm sure, somewhere else on this blog. So I'm sorry if I seem repetitive. My point? Um, I can't remember. But rambling on I will say this - if people start treating you as a "sex-object" often enough, it's hard to fight back. I exploited my sexuality. Used it to get what I wanted. 

And then I met this guy. Before BIKSS and I got together. (I don't know if I've written about him before.) 

Date 1 - he tried to get some hands-on action. I said no. He said sorry. 

Then he asked for date 2 - promised he'd be good, nothing like that going to happen again, yada yada, felt a connection and all that jazz. 

Like Anna May I wanted to believe that he could be a gentleman. That he was sincere. 

Date 2 - he showed up early at my place with dinner. So we ate in. And then he forced himself on me. Martial arts practitioner. Big fella. The joke's on me tho cos I actually thought those traits would be useful if he needed to protect me. Well, the way I saw it, I had two options. Fuck him and tell him to get lost after. Or struggle and risk hurting myself fighting him off. I flicked my "desensitise" switch to "on" and said Fine. Let's fuck. If that's what you want. And then after that you can leave. And I never want to see you again. And even after that speech he was keen on carrying on. Sheesh. What a monster. 

And that left me asking the same question I saw Anna May pose on her post - Am I free for all? Is that all I am? Just because I'm sensual and flirty does that make it automatically ok for guys to expect me to put out? 

I suspect the other reason I could block off my emotions when I was having sex is cos of the guilt. Like Aurora I grew up in a church environment and under NO circumstance were we to enjoy sex, not even with your husband, it was only for the sake of procreation, it was a duty to the marriage, it was our duty to the church, blah blah. It was like brushing your teeth. Something you had to do. Not enjoy. Not indulge in. And no brushing other people's teeth neither. Ok that was a bad analogy. But you get what I mean. 

Where does that leave me then? To be honest, BIKSS and I started out purely physical too. That was my agenda. I knew he liked me, I wanted to have regular sex with someone whom I wouldn't fall for who wouldn't fuck me and leave, I didn't want to engage in sex with strange men anymore. I wanted a regular fuck-buddy whom I didn't have to think too much about in the "trust" department. He was "safe". 

And then he cuddled me, we fell in love, (ok, *I* did... he says he'd already had feelings for me for a while but never admitted it to himself!) and he turned my life inside out and messed with my brain and my emotions, and then I discovered Blogland. And now here I am, with all you lot having to suffer my insanity.

So right now I'm learning to accept that none of it was my fault. I didn't ASK for any of those bad experiences. The guilt is on THEM. 

I'm learning that sex isn't bad. See, I've made a choice that I'm going to enjoy the sexual side of life. And since I've made that choice, then it's up to me to NOT be a hostage to all those years of conditioning. 

I'm learning to be more discerning. Just cos I flirt with someone doesn't mean they're allowed to take advantage of my body. They can jolly well flirt back without being lewd and bawdy and vulgar. And if they can't do that, well, then clearly they are NO match for my superior flirting skills. Pfft. Flirting is an art I tell you -as I'm sure every flirt reading this right now will agree. 

I'm learning to enjoy sex WITH emotion. I'm learning to trust that BIKSS doesn't judge me. I'm learning to believe that I *am* good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, worthy enough. And anyone who doesn't think so can go rot at the bottom of a lake. 

So thank you Aurora and Anna May for writing your posts which nagged at the corners of my soul and inspired me to write mine. 

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And on the topic of reading other people's posts, have you taken a look at the CWS blog recently? I've convinced Spanky to leave it up by committing to a Fondles' Friday weekly insert. If you haven't seen my latest post, GO TAKE A LOOK. I'm trying to keep all content over there original so my readers here won't go there only to see a repeat telecast of what I've already written... and then stop visiting there altogether.

So if you want more of me, or the stuff I babble on about, make the CWS blog a part of your regular read too! Let's get lively, people, and bring the CWS blog back to life. (Was that a shameless plug or was that a shameless plug??)

Not a Cock Worshipper?

Why NOT?

Honestly. I love giving blowjobs, as long as a few simple conditions are met. 

1) he doesn't automatically expect that I'll do it every time (only applicable to vanilla relationships)

2) he's clean and smells of nothing, or detergent (from his undies/boxers), or shower gel

3) I don't have to part hair to find penis / scrotum (shaving is nice, but a neat trim is just as good)

Once that is all sorted out, there is absolutely nothing else I like better than to nuzzle my face against the velvety smooth skin that is the shaft of a penis, and snuff his wrinkly ball sac to inhale the intoxicating aroma of lust and manhood!

I am glad to say that BIKSS has NEVER once smelled bad, not even when unprepared - straight in from work, after a soccer match (I KNOW RIGHT???) or just woken up from a night's slumber. Roger is immaculate!

I'm attracted to his crotch like a magnet. We could be just chatting in bed and I'll find myself sliding down beside him so that my face is level with his cock. Who by this time has been conditioned to wake up and wave hello because Roger is a quick study and he recognises the Fondles sidle. 

So I noticed that when I write about our blowjob / Cock-Worshipping encounters, I get some pretty encouraging comments. Also, I sense that some of them (YOU) have a desire to enrol in the club. The CWS club that is. 

My question today, then, is

What's stopping you from declaring yourself a full-fledged 

CWer or CWS?

What can I do to help you become one? What would you like to know? 

What problems do you have? Or do you THINK you have? 

The thing that comes up often in my comments is the issue of gagging. I'm sorry I can't help you there. I still gag. It's not called a reflex for nothing. But thankfully, you don't have to NOT have this reflex in order to be a class-A CWS. Yes. I am going to be full of it and consider myself a top notch Cock-Worshipper. I'm certain BIKSS will attest to that. 

Can I deep throat? Yes, just not for very long. I'll start gagging. Then I gotta pull back a little and compose myself, get settled, then go for it again. Does it put them off? From my experience, no. And that's assuming they can even tell. Will it feel better if they're all the way in. Yes, but then, even when fucking the idea is to MOVE in and out. So being all the way in and holding that position is good for 2-3 seconds, but at some point he's going to want to pump! And that's my take on the whole gagging thing.

SO this is like my little rulebook - feel free to borrow!

1) Keep the suction on! No cock will be happy just plunging into a hole where the only contact on skin is where the lips make an O. And it's good for your face muscles too!

2) Use your tongue. It is possible to suck and flick at the same time. Try out various actions with your own (clean) finger in your mouth. That way you'll know what sensations you're bestowing upon his cock. 

3) Look into his eyes. And smile. It lets him know you're enjoying this as much as you know he's enjoying it. There are moments when BIKSS knows I'm probably enjoying it more than he is, and that in those moments my own satisfaction takes top priority, while his is secondary to it. 

4) Be lighthearted and open about it. It's perfectly acceptable to talk during a blowjob. "Do you like this? What about here? Hmmm I can tell you like THAT!" It doesn't have to be all serious and stressful. Plus it encourages feedback. He's not going to be forthcoming with praise and suggestion when there's a mouth engulfing his cock, let me remind you. So extract the information from him. 

5) Don't forget the balls. If you can't get down there with your mouth just yet, or the position is awkward, use your fingers and hands, cup them, stroke them, trace the wrinkly lines with your fingertips - a little bit of nail never hurt anyone, roll the skin between your fingers... there's a reason women are better at multi-tasking, I always say. 

6) Don't neglect the thighs. Nipples on his inner thigh as my mouth moves up and down his shaft is a huge turn-on for BIKSS. I'm sure your man will enjoy this too. Hand gripping flesh on thigh, buttocks, all add to the overall effect. 

7) Make some yummy mmmm-ing noises. But only if you're really starting to enjoy it. It does wonders for his man-brain if he knows you're relishing every moment of this too!