No, wait. Blow Me. Or maybe, let me blow you. I'm not sure what I mean... The whole Blow Hard Tour has messed with my head. This is not necessarily a bad thing. I'm just saying that I don't really know which way the, um, wind blows.
See, I understand that this piece by Mathilde Madden from "Me, When I'm With You" is about blow jobs:
I love your cock. I love sucking your cock. It took me a while to find a suitably dom way of sucking your cock, but eventually I discovered that if your hands were tied behind your back and your ankles were forced apart with a spreader bar and your nipples were clamped and I had a vibrator tight against your arsehole: that worked for me. Kneeling in front of you when you're trussed like that. Like some kind of ripe, throbbing bondage god. Long licks, teasing, swirling my tongue around the head. Making you see stars. And when you come in my mouth I always kiss you so hard afterwards. So yeah, I can suck your cock and still be topping you. Which is nice. Because sucking your cock and making you my bitch-boy are my two favorite hobbies.But I'm not going to suck you now. Delicious as your cock looks; you're just too ripe for teasing.
But is it only a blow job when a man is involved? In which case, what would you call this sultry snippet from "A Good Little Girl" by Shanna Germain:
Shannon opened the crotch of the Santa pants and brought out the dildo. It wasn’t new--she must have picked it up earlier, or else it came as part of the job. It was bright green, and ridged like a long, thin Christmas tree. She offered it up to me, and I sucked it the way I’d sucked the candy cane. I loved the feel of the rubber against my teeth, the thrust of her hips, the way she grabbed the back of my head like she’d never let go. I moaned against the rubber as her thrusts increased and she forced herself farther back in my throat.
This bite from Xan West's "Nervous Boy" is clearly about blow jobs:
“Yes boy. I love fucking your throat, claiming it. Give it to me. Let me take it all. This is what you crave. This is what you ache for. Being on your knees. Sucking off a stranger in an alley. My fagboy. My cocksucker. That’s who you are. A cocksucker born to please me. Your mouth was made for my cock.”
I thrust deep, watching his eyes, and the truth washes into him and over him through his throat and his ears, and his eyes spill over as that raw place inside him is opened, and filled with my cock and his desire and my cruelty and his tears and my relentless tenderness.
He is sobbing around my cock as I ruthlessly fuck his throat.
But what would you call Kristina Lloyd's tied-to-a-tree scenario in "Fruits of the Forest"?
For a moment, the forest air breezed against my bared pussy and then his mouth was on me, hot, sodden and writhing. I moaned loudly, the sound seeming to shock the clearing where only birds and bees made noises. He gulped me down, tongue and lips searching out fruit and flesh. My clit was a raspberry that wouldn’t dissolve but he tried his damnedest, licking, sucking, flicking, rocking. His hands made sticky prints on my thighs where he gripped me, and he nuzzled deep, all greedy, slurpy and shameless. When he drove those strong leather fingers up inside me, I came hard, spilling fruit and nectar into his hungry, wolfish throat. The trees whirled in a haze of sunny greens, my body clenched, my cunt melted and the bees just kept on bumbling and buzzing.
I'm not dumb, but I have to ask: Is it only a blow job if mouth-to-cock contact takes place? Because this slice of "His Hands" by Sharon Wachsler sure as fuck feels like a blow job to me:
I take your finger all the way in, feeling the nail at my throat. I bring it in and out, sucking harder, running my teeth along the underside.With my eyes closed, I hear you moan. I wriggle, making sure you feel my breasts against your arm, then delve deeper into your hands. I perform my ritual on each finger, moving from your ring finger to my favorite, your index finger—the strongest one.
At some point your body has followed your hand, and you are pressed up against my side. It feels nice, but I’m not ready to acknowledge the rest of you yet. I lick your thumb, around and around in circles from the top down to the base, then suddenly suck it to the back of my throat. You gasp. Ah, I have your attention.
You tell me. What's a Blow Job to you? If you answer right, I might blow you. No, wait. There is no right answer. I'm just curious. And is there a scene or a story that stands out in your mind? Or a blow job memory that lingers? The first one? The last one? You know me. I'm such a voyeur, I can't wait to hear.
XXX,
Alison
P.S. These buttons made me laugh out loud. I bought the set to give away today to four lucky commenters. And also, commenters have a chance to win the mega-super-fabulous grand Blow Job Tour prize shown here.
34 comments:
When you deliver them like that,* you can call them whatever you want.
*The excerpts, of course.
: )
To me a blow job is sucking cock. Real cock, fake cock - doesn't matter, as long as it's phallic in nature. I love doing it - but believe it or not I was 23 before my first go at it.
My first blow job was in the shower. Hot water pouring down, hot flesh under my hands and between my lips. I never knew I could make a man utter such sounds until that day.
But the one that sticks out, the one my man remembers clearly, vividly, still to this day, is referred to simply as "Merlin". We were watching the movie(the one with Sam Neil), and I got bored. We were snuggled on the couch, my roommate was in the the adjoining room on the computer.
I thought he was going to climb over the arm when I slid his fly open 15 minutes into the movie. I didn't see a bit of the remainder, too intent on memorizing every inch of his cock. He lasted until the credits, when his hands finally cupped my head, demanding more, and his body tensed as he thrust between my lips. Eleven years later I can get him hard at the mention of that movie - occasionally we'll pop it in the DVD player so we can NOT watch it again. Though rarely will he have the patience to let me do what I want for an hour ;)
I still don't know if my roommate watched...she never said. But I have the feeling she did.
~J.
methinks they all work just fine ;-)
Hmmm... I will keep delivering then, JE. And thanks for the vote of approval, E.
And JM—fabulous! This is exactly what I wanted to hear. A blow job so good you've given the memory a name.
Divine!
XXX,
Alison
lurve the buttons! that is one of my fave KL stories, btw. I must say, the Xan West snip is hotter than hot, also. yum.
I like it here in Trollopland, I might stay a bit... ;)
xoxo
s
p.s. oh my god! you deliver! I would like to place an order, please...
One item from column A, one item from column B...
I was taught how to give good head by the dirty tattoo artist I played with for ten amazing months ... He showed me how to bob down and come up quickly so I could go deep without gagging, and he talked me all the way through a blow job ... I, young and naive, just followed directions ... and after, he collapsed on the piercing table and said his whole body was vibrating and he didn't think he could stand up.
Best BJ compliment I've gotten.
- Jessica
forget Column A & B, I'll take the works!
Oh, and I'm sorry AT, but I've got to save something for Friday. Don't want to blow it all in one day. ;-)
But let's see...
okay, JM got me thinking about places
beds, floors, cars, shower, tent, out-of-doors, office.
Hmm, that isn't a very long list. Must do something about that. ;-)
Robin - LOL...add:
--on an offramp somewhere in Tennessee
--my mom's bathroom
--my father-in-law's basement
--at the movie theater(and drive in)...is there a movie theme here?
--my office, his office
--camping...
I've given blow jobs more places than I've had sex *wicked grin*
Wow! I love pondering the thought of everything oral. Men, women, fruits, vegetables, a stripper's pole..if you think about it the list is endless. Wow!
I love blow jobs, especially when I'm giving them. I do think that you can consider a man giving woman oral a blow job too, although I like the other words for it.
The most memorable one I have is the first time I gave my husband head, and made him come. Trouble is it doesn't happen that often. He'd never come from oral before, and I was hell bent determined to be the first woman to do it for him. We had only been dating three months, but hadn't really done anything except fool around over the clothing. (Yes I made him wait).
I invited him over to my parents house after he was done his night shift - at one thirty a.m. He walked in and down to the basement, as per instructions, and found me there in candlelight, a negligee and horny as hell. I yanked his pants down to his ankles, shoved him back on the couch, knelt in front of him and took him full into my mouth.
I didn't let up until I felt his hot cream hit the back of my throat. The words "I love you" came out of his mouth that night.
Thirteen years later, it's still a goal of mine, but he usually just wants to fuck after ten minutes or so. I might have to tie him up to try again.
A blow job can be many things as these eloquent excerpts show so beautifully. I think a book on the social history of the blow job would be fascinating to read (and research?) because it has changed so much over the generations…but wait, you asked what blow jobs mean to me! There certainly used to be a strong element of conquest—to drive a man wild without making myself vulnerable--and a desire to prove myself as an adventurer with the full kit of sexual skills. Within my long-term relationship, though, it’s really more about enjoying a different flavor of our intimacy. Blow jobs are my chance to appreciate his cock with my more discerning lips. This excerpt from my story “After Dinner Mint” from Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Tasting Him pretty much describes my feelings—and by the way, adding some crème de menthe to the “job” is a very bracing variation:
The truth was, blowjobs did really turn me on. Not in the clit-buzzing, thigh-trembling, road-to-a-rocketing-orgasm way cunnilingus could, but I did feel a warm glow all over, and especially down there, when I sucked the cock of a guy I liked. Cock sucking enthralled all my senses. I loved the look of hard-ons. They reminded me of some primitive work of art, a wooden carving, lovingly crafted by ancient hands. The thick, ropy veins fascinated me; more entrancing was the close-up view of the subtle crimson web embedded in the sensitive skin at the tip. I savored the musky smell of crotch mixed with hints of soap, the contrast of velvet skin and rigid shaft between my lips, filling my mouth completely, the way no other delicacy could. And I really got off on the sounds of playing the pink oboe: the moans, the musical sighs, the ragged breath.
But what I loved most of all were my lover’s eyes watching me, two jewels glowing in the darkness. Yes, he was looking down at me, but somehow it seemed he was looking up, as if in thanks to heaven for a dream come true. Yet I never felt so real, so seen, as when I was between a man’s thighs working my special magic with my lips and tongue.
Thanks for this thought-provoking post, AT!
*fans self*
here let me fan you too! and you fan me. 'cause it is hot in here! whew! what? was there a question?
love the blow hard tour! yay!
xoxo
s
I'm with Donna - the conquest aspect isn't much of a thing for me. Sure, it's great to please your partner but when I hear him groan, it feels more as if *he's* conquering me by using my mouth for his pleasure. Giving head feels submissive to me - because I *want* it to feel submissive. That's partly why I like it so much.
Also, I just really like having a cock in my mouth. Feels fucking great!
*moves closer to the fanning*
Tasty excerpts...
I've probably said this before, but when I was a teenager, a friend told me (in all hushed seriousness) that "oral sex" meant talking about it. Took me a long time to figure out what a bj was. And I never really understood why it wasn't called a "suck job."
XXX,
Alison
that's cause "suck job" is reserved for most people's employment ;-)
And then I peed myself laughing. I think you just earned your banana.
XXX,
Alison
hahahahahah! give that lady a banana!
so if i say, i want to suck your cock...effectively...I *have* sucked your cock as far as your friend was concerned.
well...not *your* cock. you do not have a cock. well, maybe you do in a drawer somewhere but...
nevermind. nevermind! everyone focus on the banana. there's nothig to see here.
xoxo
s
I'm going to faint from excitement. Someone hand me the smelling salts.
I've so enjoyed watching and lurking during this whole conversation.
I love all aspects of BJ's. Feeling in total control at times, or feeling dominated and controlled. Giving and receiving pleasure all at the same time. To me it is so many different things, and I love it all.
Thanks for the lively discussion. Sorry for being late to the party.
Wow, Alison, this is so much fun and the excerpts are amazing! Thanks!
I agree with Heidi - dominating, submitting, giving and receiving - it's all good!
12 days of BJ's - it's like the 12 days of Christmas! Such a celebration! (Hmmm - 12 Lords-a-leaping! That could be very festive!)
heidi is tardy, what shall we do with her? suggestions? ;)
xoxo
s
Ha — that last button with just the pictures cracks me up!
Unsurprisingly, that's quite an offering of snippets, AT! It seems to me that indeed the term "blow job" could encompass all of them. For me, it has generally meant sucking a man's cock since I have not felt sexually attracted to women.
Heidi's description of the versatility, if you will, of cocksucking resonated with me (hey go figure, spellcheck is not recognizing "cocksucking," lol). To me it has seemed to mean different things at different times. At this point Donna's description also resonates with me about it being a particularly intimate act with my partner. There have been many instances in the past when I did not think of it that way, but again, at this time, I have definitely appreciated that aspect of it.
All that said, I can see why I love giving head so much! It means so many different things to me, and like KL said, I just like having a cock in my mouth.
Thanks Alison, and thanks for all excerpts/anecdotes in the comments, all!
I loved the excerpts and the great comments! They just go to show how diverse blow jobs can be. To me, it is something especially intimate.
The feeling of her breaths, the roughness of the top of her tongue that then turns to the slick bottom. The occasional scrape of teeth, then the massaging of lips while I comb my finger through her hair. Feeling drawn into her, then she kissing along the thick vein.
But there is something uniquely special about the sensation of moans. Maybe it is the musician in me, or maybe it’s just a feeling that cannot come from any other form of sensual contact.
Then, to have gone down on each other, to share each other’s tastes in long kisses.
Sweet.
i came to say how much the picture of the buttons when it pops up on screen cracks me up.
Then i read craig's comment. i am actually blushing. my face is hot!
alert the media...craig made me blush. my cheeks are bright red and I am like...wah? what? what was i saying? niiiice.
xoxo
s
Sorry to have been absent for the past few hours... I was blowing the host. I mean. No, that is what I mean. And I'm with Sommer. Craig. Damn.
XXX,
Alison
Oh, those buttons are just awesome! And so were the lovely, naughty snippets of sexy blow jobs! Love this tour!
Blushing — that's it! Amazingly, I didn't even identify that that was what I was doing as I read Craig's comment, but as soon as I read Sommer's I realized that was indeed what had happened!
Thanks Craig. That was so lovely.
Uh, yeah, Craig. Thanks for that. Mmm... I have a few Japanese dance fans here. Anyone need a little air?
home from poetry and I find this...
to share each other’s tastes in long kisses
wow
Thanks Craig - that was quite lovely.
Oh, and your comment reminded me of something I want to bring up when it's my turn on the tour - so thanks doubly :-)
It's a photo taken from a man's point of view. His head is propped on a pillow and the camera's lens shows what he sees.
Her soft mouth is wrapped around his penis, gently sucking; her breasts, nipples erect, cushion his member on either side. What makes it so magical is that the silver and black curly hairs of his stomach are in the foreground of the photo--crisply defined and focused--a forest of individual follicles that fade gently and then blur slightly as they meet her profile; smoothing the wrinkles of her ivory skin; turning the gray strands of her hair into shining highlights; making the jagged scar near her shoulder disappear. She is perfect and beautiful. That's what he sees.
Through his eyes, I am perfect and beautiful.
As I have said before, how many times and in how many different ways can I say this. I love cock too. These snippets, and all that came before, tell the *how many different ways* that not even I thought of. Thank you Alison and Sommer and all the authors. Phenomenal.
And now we have Craig with his achingly hot side of the story...
Phew, that would be an industrial fan would it not...
I would also love to hear more from the getting side of the story, what does it, makes one moan, works the best, I mean if you wouldn't mind. If it wouldn't be too hard to tell, so to speak.
I realize I'm really late to the party so maybe we can continue this discussion with Dakota today.
Onward and upward. Wonderful.
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