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Shower Sex

Tuesday, August 20th, 2013 -- by Bacchus

Author Casey McKay on shower sex:

What’s it like when we shower together?

The hard reality is shower blow jobs equal soap in the eyes, or water in the ears, or not being able to breath because I don’t have gills. The shower floor is slippery, one or both of us almost falls. The hot water runs out, the water is too hot, too cold, not hitting me, not hitting him. Mostly, we hardly ever shower together anymore, too much nonsense.

Yeah, pretty much. But remember, the rich are different from you and me; they have better plumbing, bigger hot water heaters, larger shower stalls, and they stay in better hotels. So there may be some socioeconomic stratification here.

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Her And Him And Her

Thursday, March 29th, 2012 -- by Bacchus

In which Kaya talks about sex with her master and the new girl:

The sex was phenomenal. I had been a little worried that I might have lost interest in women because I hadn’t been with one for so long, but no. Nope, it’s all still there. :)

She’s hot, and she’s sexy, and she’s warm and soft and beautiful, and good between the sheets.

And she tastes good. Yum.

She came prepared with condoms (we didn’t. Ha. The last time we used one was, um, never!). She came with creams. Tasty, tingly creams. Blow job creams. She rubbed me up and licked me off. She rubbed him up and we both licked him off. She rubbed herself up and me and him licked her off.

I liked sharing. I liked when she and I teamed up on him and shared his cock between us, taking turns licking and sucking. She’d take the balls while I took the cock, or vice versa. I’d take his nipples while she took his cock. We’d both take the cock, our tongues tangling together over the head.

I liked when she and Master teamed up on me. Her soft gentleness in such sharp contrast to Master’s hard roughness. She licks and nibbles; he bites and scratches. He’s gruff and demanding; she was sweet and considerate.

I liked when he and I teamed up on her and I licked her while he fucked her. He and I tasted her together. I sucked her nipples while he pounded her from behind. I cupped her ass cheeks, warm from a recent spanking, I gripped her hands, I kissed her lips, I moved her hair—all while Master took her, over and over again.

When M was fucking her, I kept waiting for a spark of jealousy. Or… something—but there was none of that. I spent a good bit of time off to the side watching them (and a good amount of time right there in the action, too, make no mistake) and I simply enjoyed their enjoyment. I enjoyed watching him; his face, his body. I enjoyed listening to the things he said to her, which were different to the things he says to me (surprisingly).

And I sure enjoyed the view she was giving me. So so much.

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Morning Friendliness, Delayed

Wednesday, March 9th, 2011 -- by Bacchus

The things that a sleeping mind will do:

So I just tried to wake him up with a blow job and he literally touched the top of my head and said snooze button.

Via Texts From Last Night.

 

Dworkin on Blowjobs

Friday, August 1st, 2003 -- by Bacchus

A while back I linked to a fun essay on blowjobs in the Village Voice, which talked about the way dominance and submission add to the heat of the cocksucking experience for both parties. There was briefly on Yes Portal a response taking serious issue, too serious I might argue, with that view of the blowjob. What’s most interesting about the response, however, is this characterization of Andrea Dworkin’s writings on blowjobs:

In her book Mercy, she [Dworkin] described a blow-job as “stretching muscles that can’t be stretched” and warned women curious about the act, that “the pain will push you down to hell, near death, to coma, to the screamless scream, an agony, no voice, a ripped muscle, shreds swimming in blood in your throat.”

Isn’t that the saddest thing you ever saw? I’m thinking maybe Dworkin was doing it wrong.

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