So, why do we blog? Because we are weird and do weird shit. Somewhere along the lines we decided to share these weird things with the rest of the world because, well, why not?
We didn’t get into blogging for traffic or to sell sex products. We didn’t even know if our blog would ever be read by anyone other than ourselves. However, we both got off on the idea that our random thoughts and sexual experiences would be online for us to read whenever we wanted. Almost like a public diary.
Dear Diary:
Today I am going to create a rating system for my orgasms. Why? Because yesterday as Venice was giving me a blow job I couldn’t stay still. She had both of her hands around my dick stroking me while she kept the head of my penis in her mouth. This technique literally gets me so high that I cannot function. My eyes water up, my ears get hot, my face goes numb, and I literally feel like I have no control over my body. Like when getting a buzz from alcohol (I’m a very happy drinker) or some sort of drug, everything I look at gives me this euphoric feeling. For instance, when I am in this high drug-like state, I look down at Venice and she is like an absolute angel. My mind is in an extremely positive state and everything about her makes me happy. Her looks, her body, her personality, everything, becomes angelic. It seems chauvinistic, but I swear a woman is at her most beautiful when she has a dick in her mouth. I don’t know if it’s the addiction to this feeling it creates or I am just a douchebag and like seeing Venice suck my cock. However, my truth, between you and me Diary, she never looks more perfect than when she is giving me oral sex. I do not care if she has spit all over herself and my dick, has tears running down her face, pulls my dick out and beats it against her own face saying how much it hurts, is moaning with each slurp like my dick is the best meal she has ever had, and is twisting her neck back and forth in weird motions just to let me know she wants to rub her jaw and mouth on every angle of my penis, she is flawless. Beyond a super model. I feel some women do not get that they create this feeling in men. They see oral sex as submissive or disrespectful. If they do give you oral sex it’s slow, with little movement, as if they are eating at a classy dinner table and want to use proper etiquette. The more you try to be polite, the more awkward you look. If you stop to wipe off spit, or giggle because you feel uncomfortable, you are ruining the moment. Sucking our dicks and then not touching it because you may get your own spit on your hands is an absolute mood killer. There is no nice classy way to give your man oral sex. You either suck him with authority and put inhibition on the back burner, or you are not really that good at giving head. That is it. If you still feel like a lady while you are sucking your man, you probably aren’t doing it right.
Back to the point. Good thing this is only for me and my Diary, otherwise I’d have to explain to the readers why my thoughts are so random and all over the place. By the way, if you aren’t me and you are reading this, please stop now. No one gave you permission to look through my Diary. Just because it’s here on the blog doesn’t mean it’s right for you to snoop through my shit. Shame on you.
Yesterday while on twitter I made a comment about no longer wanting to have threesomes with Venice because I feel depressed afterwards. Although I have never tried to figure out the explanation behind this depression, I got a response from a twitter follower named @Verbal75 that used the term Top Drop. Venice and I had never heard of the term so I asked him to explain what it meant, and he did. Although I am unsure if that is exactly what I am feeling regarding threesomes (that will be another blog), I have dealt with feeling depressed after having everyday vanilla sex with Venice. Either way, as an introvert I was interested in the terminology and asked if @Verbal75 would like to write a blog about what he was trying to explain to me. Amazingly, by the next day, I had this story in our inbox.
When Venice and I got married we both considered Blockbuster part of our family. Throughout our marriage, Blockbuster nights, buying old used DVDs for $3.99, renting games, paying too much for candy and microwave popcorn, and even threatening to beat up employees that hit on Venice, Blockbuster has been great to us.
Ryan: So finally, a little bit of drama. For anyone who likes to stay clear of drama this next threesome memoir may not be for you. If you do not enjoy hot irons flying across the room, shoes being thrown at faces, and fist fights on the front lawn, you may want to leave this blog now. This memoir is about our last experience with a girl we have spent almost a year fucking, and then the break up. You know, the sex, the good times, the bad times, the tears, the crying, the broken hearts, the drama, and everything else that comes along with adding a new person to your relationship.