Her head was between my legs, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, the shaft gripped tightly in her hand, when she asked me this.
For a moment, I was paralyzed. Was she serious? Was this a real question?
But she was. It was.
I don’t know if the answer I gave was what she was looking for, but I made a mental note to write more on the subject. Of course, cock-sucking isn’t exactly a neglected subject on this blog – I’ve written lots about how I like my cock sucked. I’ve written about what I’m thinking about when I’m getting my cock sucked. But I don’t think I’ve written about why I like getting my cock sucked, precisely what it is that I like about it.
So here goes.
I’ll use the recent experience of Angela’s sucking my cock to explore this issue. (Angela, you’ll recall, I met through Ashley Madison, and she’s come for me a few times now, three of which orgasms I’ve provided you for your listening pleasure.)
There are several different angles from which to approach the joys of a blowjob. In this post, I tackle simply the sensual pleasures. I don’t mention (other than glancingly, here) the pleasure of her being solely devoted to my pleasure. Or of seeing her dark eyes looking up at me as her pretty face is filled with cock. Or of the control I’m exerting over her when I yank her down on me, up off me, using her head, or better yet, her hair. Or of the meaning I attach to the feeling of my cum shoot deep in her throat as I twitch and moan and buck and grunt. All that, for a later post. Or the meaning of the whole thing, come to think of it….
No – for now, I’m sticking to the physical sensation of Angela’s mouth, and hands, on my cock.
Cock-sucking, done right, isn’t one thing. It’s not just a head bobbing up and down on my cock, providing some combination of warmth, wetness, and friction, until I come. No, it’s not that at all.
Much more than with fucking, blowjobs are about contrast. Contrasts in pressure, in temperature, in types of sensation, speed, intensity.