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September 17, 2013

I’m Still Learning: Our Anniversary

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sweet heartToday is our anniversary.  As I think about today, I can’t help but think about the time we’ve spent together and how quickly it has passed.  We’d gotten married so young, but even at that young age, I knew I found exactly who I was looking for.  Like everything else, time changes things.  In the beginning, we were rough stones, awkwardly balancing against each other.  But over time, wind/water erosion, heat, cold, and weather have turned us into a beautiful work of art.  We still retain our core, but our experiences, outside forces, and awakenings have shaped us into a beautifully weathered sculpture.

Today I can say Ryan and I are far from being the rough, unrefined boulders.

As a boulder, my blowjobs were crappy.  I’m not saying that because I know what I can do NOW; I’m saying that because I’ve seen videos of myself many years ago.  I was lame.  If I see women now who do that to their men, I laugh, I make fun of them, and say things like, “Well, at least she’s trying,” or “It sounds like he likes it though.”  I know it’s harsh, but I just know that everyone has the potential to improve themselves, including the me today, and most definitely the me yesteryear.  I used to lay my head on his stomach or leg, unenthused, lacking passion and zeal.  I don’t know exactly why.  Maybe I was tired, maybe I was lazy, maybe I was pissed off because he asked me for oral sex rather than normal sex, or he just asked me to suck him as our foreplay.  To be totally fair, Ryan has always been the type to enjoy foreplay and kissing  just as much as sex, but if I wanted to be angry on the inside I’d tell myself anything to make sense of my resentment while his dick was in my mouth.  It could have been anything.  When I sucked his dick, I would stop at the head, not giving any attention to his shaft, balls, or ass. I barely stroked or touched his dick as I sucked and I don’t remember moaning or showing any genuine enthusiasm. I kept my eyes closed, never making eye contact with him – perhaps ashamed or afraid he would judge me.  I also knew that showing as little enthusiasm as possible, he wouldn’t be able to orgasm.  I didn’t want him to orgasm through oral, I was young minded and felt as though he was using my mouth as a sex toy.  In hindsight, I  know he deserved better.  As a boulder, I was lame.  If I were to give a class on how not to give a blowjob, I would show that video of myself.

Today (literally this day), I start by mounting my man and wish him a happy anniversary.  I breath in his body heat and kiss on his neck and ears.  I move down and lick his right nipple, the one that is pierced.  I always start there because it wakes him up to feel that tingly rush. I lift up his wrists to expose his shaven underarm, and kiss and smell every crevice he usually keeps hidden from the world.  By now, he’s delirious and starts to go limp under my body.  I move across to the other side and give the same attention there.  This is the perfect warm up for his cock.  I slowly move down with my breasts rubbing against his skin.  I let each of my nipples glide across his body, from his chest to his crotch.  I stroke him gently at first, feeling him grow slightly as I tightened and loosened. I lick the base  of his dick with my warm tongue, then carefully put each ball in my mouth before letting them drop.  I do this several times, back and forth; his groaning grew louder.  I sit up, giving myself a better position to give him the best bj of his life.  I close my eyes and purr in a satisfying tone.  I love feeling the texture of his head across my tongue and roof of my mouth.  I cup his balls and the lower shaft with my left hand and use the other hand to stroke his shiny, tight balls and upper shaft, while sucking on his head.  He is almost driven to screams by the multiple levels of sensations he is experiencing.  I release his balls and suck on them a few more times.  “Show me what you can do with that dick,” he tells me.

I look at him and ask him, “You really want to see what I can do?”  He nods.  I swallow his dick whole, letting my nose press hard against his stomach as his dick pokes deep in my throat. I hold him steady and plunge down several times.  I take breaths in between dives, starting with my head facing right but twisting my head up in a counterclockwise motion.  He sounds like he’s about to cry with pleasure with all the moaning he’s doing.  Just when I think he can’t get enough, I quickly sit up, grab a hold of the back of knees, and “stack him” with his own knees to his chest.  His ass hole is exposed and right in my face.  I stick my tongue out and roll his body back and forth so that I make him tongue fuck me with his ass.  I flatten my tongue and let his entire hole get licked.  I tongue fuck him some more, making sure I dive into his outer rim.   I move up toward his dick, but not before sucking on his guiche, balls, and inner thigh.  I lick all three of his piercings, sucking his dick sideways like a hot, buttered corn on the cob. I deepthroat him again a few times before he pulls me up by my arms and gives me a kiss on my cheeks, neck, chest, and lips.   We embrace.

But this sculpture is not through being polished.  I believe I can still improve.

I didn’t spend this time with Ryan this morning because it was  our anniversary, I do it every morning.  I am happy we have been together this long, but I’ve learned that  the “one amazing blow job (fuck or anal)  a year” policy  isn’t the key to a happy marriage or a happy husband.   This will be the last amazing blow job of our 15th year, and he can expect his next amazing blow job tomorrow, to start our next 15. 

September 13, 2013

Office Sex

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office_sexLast night I told Ryan that I left some important paper work I wanted to bring home from my office.  It was late in the evening so I told him I was scared and asked him to come with me to the office.  There is 24-hour surveillance and building security but that didn’t put my mind at ease. The entire building was pitch black.  I’m never the first one in or the last to leave so I had to use my phone light to find the light switches.  I asked Ryan to check the back hallway and conference room area because I heard the floorboards creaking.  He walked down the hall and I followed him as he turned the corner.

“No one’s here,” he said.  I took hold of his hand like I was scared to be there alone.  “Did you get the work you needed?”  I nodded and pulled him into the conference room.  I kept the lights off except for the main one in the lobby.  The conference room had two huge wiindows which showed a lamp  outside cast a dull, yellow glow which highlighted the 15-foot oval table.  Without saying a word, I slid my hands beneath his t-shirt and up toward his back.  I pulled him close to me and began kissing his neck.  I grabbed his ass cheeks outside his pants and moved my hands to the front.  I unbuckled his belt, jeans, and zipper and worked my way into his boxer briefs.  I felt his body relax, enjoying my wandering hands and lips on his skin.  I began to wiggle them off of his hips.  They dropped to the floor and I immediately got down on my knees. I slurped his soft cock and made swallowing motions. He groaned under his breath. His dick was smooth and warm in my mouth and started to get plump. His hips moved slowly and rhythmically with my movements.  I put his whole dick in my mouth and kept it there, using the stillness and the silence to listen for security guards entering the building.  There was nothing.  I reached under and swiped my fingers between his ass cheeks and fondled his balls.  He moaned loud and almost instantly a wave of blood rushed to his dick, nearly doubling his size and hardness.  Within seconds, I knew he was ready

As I stood up, I pulled my shorts down and bent over the conference table.  He bent down and licked my lips, pussy, and ass before sliding his cock in me.  He inched his way in slowly and deliberately at first, but as soon as his dick was in me all the way, he moved fast.  We knew we had to act quick.  My breaths and screams were muffled as I put my mouth over my sweatshirt sleeve.  My body jarred as I tried to keep myself still.  My pussy began aching as I thought about being fucked on the table my boss and co-workers will be sitting at in a few hours during our morning staff meeting.  My arms stretched out across the table, almost hitting the volume button on the conference phone.  I watched the lamp post outside the window look as if it was swaying as Ryan jerked my body back and forth with his powerful thrusts.  He was pounding his hips into me hard forcing my upper thighs to press against the glass tabletop.  “Fuck!” I whispered.  He ignored my talk and slapped my ass with both hands, clawing into each cheek after he smacked them.  “Hold on!”  I said.  He stopped moving.  We listened for footsteps, doors opening, thumping – anything to indicate we weren’t alone.  But there was nothing.  He gathered my hair and pulled my head back as hard as he could.  The back of my head was touching my back as he kept ramming his manhood in me.  I couldn’t move forward or back.  I was frozen in place as he worked his cock.

Then he stopped.  I thought he heard a noise. I was ready to pounce up and get my shorts back on.  But I didn’t hear anything.  As I tried to lift my head he immediately grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my face hard against the table.  He spit into his other hand and roughly rubbed my ass hole letting a few fingers slip inside my butt.  Just then I felt a wet thick warm pressure on my anus.  His cock was dripping from my pussy and I felt the moist tip of his  head on my rim. I relaxed my muscles and let him dig into my tight hole.  It was well-lubricated with his spit and my juices so he was able to go in with minimal effort.  The tightness, the sensation, the pressure – he pushed in as deep as he could and pulled out as far as he could, repeating over and over.  “Go deeper,” I told him. I felt him dig deeper, circling his hips like a letter U, using his dick like like he was scooping out ice cream. When he can’t go in any further, my body is paralyzed; it’s a sustained, plateaued pain that’s also exhilarating.  And it seemed the harder he pressed, the more my G-spot tingled, like mini-orgasms coming from my ass. I loved every second of it.  I felt my ass hole getting tighter, but it was his dick growing harder; he was about to cum.  The tightening of my hole against the thickness of his cock was overwhelming.  I wanted to scream for him to stop because the hardness of his pre-orgasmic cock is getting almost unbearable. I knew he was close to cumming so I bit my lip to ignore the pain and closed my eyes excited to feel his explosion.  I felt his body drop and his balls press hard against my ass cheeks.  His final thrust goes so deep inside my body my G spot and muscles inside my pussy spasm uncontrollably.  With his dick  lodged deep inside me I felt his nuts pushing out cum into my body.  With each pump, my sensitive anus could feel his sperm travel through his shaft and release inside me.

He pulled out carefully but his cum still poured out all over the table.  I pulled my shorts up as he got dressed.  I put my hair back in place and straightened out my sweatshirt. I grabbed some tissue and scooped up most of the cum that dripped from my ass.  I then took my sleeve and made a swiping, circular movement on the table hoping to clear off any smudge marks from my face and breasts on the glass.  I couldn’t really see, but hoped I got it all.  We walked out of the conference room.

“Where is the paper work you needed?”

“Oh, yes, I have them.  It’s at home,” I told him.  I grinned devilishly.

August 20, 2013

Punishment For Being a Bad Husband

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my husbands punishmentUnfortunately after a long day of work I feel asleep. I didn’t just fall asleep, I went into a deep slumber where everything seemed unimportant and my body totally shut down. The problem was, I had promised Venice we would go shopping for some new lingerie. I woke up a few hours later and tried to apologize to Venice.   Her cold stare said it all. She didn’t talk, she didn’t slam cabinets, she just looked at me with disappointment and walked away. I felt horrible, but at the same time I feel I couldn’t help being tired.

Although I had just gotten up, it was already late and I hadn’t showered.  I walked out of the room, took a shower, and got ready for bed again. As I was finishing, Venice walked in the room and said she was tired. She then looked at me and said, “If you want to spend time together, we need to do it now.” I could tell she was disappointed and wanted nothing other than for me to leave her alone. Although we’ve made a commitment to be intimate with each other each night before bed, tonight felt wrong.

I didn’t make eye contact because I knew she was disappointed and told her we didn’t have to spend intimacy time together tonight.  If both of us aren’t happy, it isn’t intimacy.   I laid next to her in bed and rolled over.  As I laid there I could hear the disappointment in her breathing.  I felt a bit of tussling and her moving around on the other side of bed.  I didn’t really want to turn over because I knew she was upset so I just laid there.  Suddenly, I felt her grab my hair as hard as she could.  It pulled my head back so fast it almost snapped my body over.  She squeezed my head with her hand and shoved my face down between her legs.  I was sentenced to the next hour between her legs doing whatever she demanded of my tongue and face.  As she held my face inside her vagina she would tell me how disappointed she was.  She also let me know that after she came all over my face she was going to roll me over and sit on me.   As she felt me get more excited, she added, “I am not going to sit on you with my pussy or ride you asshole, I am going to sit my sweaty ass on your mouth and you are going to stick your tongue in me as far as you can until I feel cleaned.”   She then asked, “Do you deserve to fuck me tonight?”

I responded with, “No,” and continued to circle her clit with my tongue.  I slid a finger in her ass and she immediately let go of my head and grabbed both of her titties and started to squeeze.   As she moaned, she said aloud that tonight I was going to jack myself off and she was going to feed me my own semen.

I began sucking on her clit and pussy lips hard and replied, “I didn’t want to eat my own sperm, it’s only yours.”   I didn’t mind having to jack myself off, but I’d rather not cum if Venice didn’t want it.  However, Venice didn’t care what I wanted or didn’t want.

As she came she screamed and arched her back up in the air.  She snagged my head and slammed it deep inside her pussy.  My mouth  sucked on her hole as my tongue probed her inner walls.  My finger was still inside the rim of her ass and I could feel each spasm of her orgasm.  Her pussy squeezed on my tongue, and her hands clawed at the back of my head.  I looked up and watched her large breasts vibrate as she moaned, nipples fully erect.   I slowly took my other hand and started crawling it up to her breasts, as her nipple rings mesmerized me and drew me closer.   As I got my hand halfway around her breast, she quickly let go of my head and grabbed my wrist with both hands.  She snagged my arm and threw me over to the side of the bed.  I yelled, surprised she still had the energy to control me in such a way.  She sat up, reached down and grabbed my face and moved her mouth closer to my ear, “You are going to jack off your pathetic hard dick and let me watch it drip with cum.  Do you understand me?”

Although she was grabbing my face so my lips could barely move, I tried to respond back with, “Yes….”

She immediately stopped me from talking by shoving her hand inside my mouth and locking my jaw open.   “You’re going to cum in my hands and I am going to feed you.   You’ve been a bad husband and this is your punishment.”

I nodded and she let go of my mouth and positioned her body backwards on top of my face, so her asshole was directly over my mouth and she could watch me stroke my dick.   I grabbed my hard cock with both hands and stroked, making sure she could watch my balls bounce against my thighs with each pull.   She grinded her sweaty ass against my face and demanded I stick my tongue inside her dirty hole as deep as it could go.  I could taste her insides.  She noticed my nuts slamming against my legs and said, “Let those nasty little balls pay for being a bad boy.  Stroke that long dick harder.  I want to see it leak.  I want to see your fucking cock spill out all over us.  You’ve been a bad fucking boy….”

I squeezed my dick as hard as I could with both hands, rubbing it up and down until I felt my balls ache.  I wanted to feel the warmness of Venice’s mouth, her ass, her pussy, or even just the soft touch of her hands, but she refused.  Her ass cheeks muffle the sounds I hear, but what I do make out, Venice is letting me know she won’t touch dick no matter what.  I’ve been bad.  I feel bad, I feel humiliated, I feel the cold air on the top of my dick, my head still exposed so Venice can watch my cum squirt out.  I pull harder and can feel the explosion building.  I stick my tongue so deep inside her ass I can feel the different textures of her inner anus.  I try to scream but she squats down over me and drops her entire weight on my face.  My yell is muffled and my dick explodes.  I can feel the hot sperm landing on my arms, my stomach, my chest, and leaking down my own shaft.  Venice sits up and I can hear her slurping my cum off her hands.  She moans as she tastes me.  I can tell she wants it all, as her favorite part of our sex is being able to taste all of me.  However, tonight I am being punished.   She controls her urges and searches my body for more cum to scrape off so she can finish her punishment.  As she finds random drops all over me, she force feeds me my own cum.  After shoving her cum soaked fingers in my mouth, she pulls them out and licks everything that didn’t slide down my throat.

Now, Venice is sleeping and I am up at 2 AM because I slept all afternoon.

July 1, 2013

Quarter 2 2013: Top 10 Sex Blogs

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top10Our reviews are based off a database which keeps track of various categories:   Media, Originality, Updates, Variations, Entertainment, and a few other categories which will remain unpublished.  We have a few trusted friends and fellow authors helping us rate each blog submitted.  We then calculate and review the top 10 blogs in the database.    Yes, we have an actual system.  However, our system is still just our opinions.  No blog listed below will be eligible for another Top 10 list until the end of the year Annual Top Blogs list (the only blogs eligible for the ‘year-end Top 10 list’ must be a previous quarter listee of that same year, and must have our top 10 logo displayed somewhere on their website we can see).

This quarter we added another element to our blog criteria: Twitter accounts.  I was surprised to find so many sex blogs out there without a Twitter account.  Twitter allows you to talk to your readers, provide instant feedback, updates, and events.  If you pride yourself in being a 21st century blogger, you have to offer the means in which you can keep contact with your readers.  Here we present our top 10 blogs of the second quarter of 2013: (twitter / blog url)

10. @madame_mischief:  (Madame Mischief Blog)
Madame Mischief’s blog became a favorite of ours because of the narrative between two lovers.  It provided a unique insight into the intimate telephonic lives of our male and female protagonists.  This was the first time we’d ever seen this type of format in a sex blog, which was somewhat of a soap opera, drawing us in with naughty subsequent dialogue of this series entitled “Digital Sex.”  Follow them as their adventures bring them closer and closer to a potential real life liaison…

9. @erogenoUSblog:  (erogenoUS)
I snickered under my breath while reading “Dr. Ruth Lied To You: Size Does Matter” as she uses personal experience to prove it.  She says in her closing statement, “your mileage may vary.”  But to see her say, “Yes, size does matter,” is probably one taboo revelation that women are careful to admit.  She will also take you shopping for clothes while finding a photo op in the dressing room, showing us another intimate side we rarely see anymore: one that is fully clothed.  I am confident that the woman behind the words will find a way to continue blogging, and for the sake of her readers, I pray she does.

8.  @LadyPhryxus:  (House Phryxus)
Lady Phryxus is the main writer for the House Phryxus blog which is filled with her writings on various BDSM experiences.  She frequents events, specialized parties, and partakes in many events.  Admittedly, I have dabbled in BDSM and similar activities, but do not have the interest (or pain tolerance) to incorporate it into our sex life on a regular basis.  However, that does not mean I can’t appreciate Lady Phryxus and the various “plays” described in her blog, e.g. age play, wax play, and knife play.  I can find the value in the myriad ways in which couples add to their intimate lives, and Lady Phryxus certainly does not disappoint.

7. @bedheadtweeting:  (The Redhead Bedhead)
I, Venice, read the “About” section first and foremost to get a feel of who each blogger is.  In this case, the Redhead Bedhead seems to have written her bio while thinking of me.  She is sassy, witty, and I can read her stuff all day.  What drew me in immediately was an article entitled, “If anal sex makes you gay, do tacos make you Mexican?”  It opens with the statement, “How we miss out when we confuse activity and orientation,” which sets the tone to the type of openness she and her blog portray.  Check out Ms. Bedhead as she coaxes you into her savory world, recently found and luckily for us, has chosen to reveal with us.

6. @wickedgayblog:  (Wicked Gay Blog)
This wicked gay blog explores everything gay in news, politics, pop culture, photography, and the gay community in general.  It’s not limited to featuring hot male figures to which men and women can ogle; it’s a smart, sexy site that poses serious topics such as “When Straight Men Have Sex With Other Men.” Guys, don’t be afraid to check out this blog.  If you do, it doesn’t mean you’re gay, but are confident enough to enlighten yourselves.  If you assert your open-mindedness, it’s imperative that you explore a blog such as this.

5. @wqebelle:  (William Quincy Belle)
Is not the conventional sex blog that is normally filled to the brim with sex-related subject matters which we are accustomed to reading.  We tend to forget that sex is simply not just about positions, orgasms, and how to add to your belt notches, but tangentially speaking, but also about marriage, relationships, divorce, the media – the list is endless.  Mr. Belle touches on many topics, and these are just a few of them.  Check out his blog and the section endearingly titled, “$0.02.”

4. @sexinwords:  (Sex In Words)
Sex-in-Words is not only filled with Jon Pressick’s musings, but invitations for discussions and thought-provoking topics that true lovers of sex are sure to enjoy.  His blog is fresh and is continually being updated.  A favorite of ours is Muse Monday, in which Mr. Pressick writes a short, delicious tale surrounding a steamy photo, rather than vice versa.  It’s a wonderful, innovative idea which he states serves to hone his writing skills and provide naughty entertainment.

3. @ladycheeky: (Lady Cheeky & Smut For Smarties)
Lady Cheeky invites you to Smut For Smarties, which implies that this is not the average sex blog filled with people in compromising positions of which your grandmother wouldn’t approve.  It’s much more.  It caters to lovers and thinkers alike, proving there is an art (and science) to human sexuality.  She appeals to sex educators and writers/bloggers alike as she immerses her readers with visual erotica, but also articles about sensuality, sexual education, sex tips…and much, much more.  Check out her book review of “After Pornified – How Women Are Transforming Pornography and Why It Really Matters” for a sample of her beautiful, sexually-charged brain.

2. @mollysdailykiss: (Mollys Daily Kiss)
Molly’s Daily Kiss claims to be the UK’s highest ranked sex blogger and after one visit to her blog, you’ll see why. I would have to say my favorite page on her blog is “My 101 Things In 1001 Days.” Complete with a timer to the deadline, a checklist, and the status for each task.  She is very fortunate to live in a culture-rich area which lends itself to #21: Create a page on my blog for my Scavenger Hunt images.  Then there are others (#48: Have my underwear cut off with a knife & #55: Be made to masturbate before a live audience) which lead me to believe that she has covered all the bases (PG to XXX).

1. @pennysblog: (A Penny For Your Dirty Thoughts)
Penny’s blog exemplifies everything a sex blog should be.  Her photos, both in black and white and in color, rival that of any professional model posing for a photographer, all elegantly done and complete with stories behind each one.  Her poetry is sinful and subtle (read “Things I Masturbate To” one of them being “the girl at the dentist’s who cleaned [her] teeth”).   Ultimately, she has reeled me in with her anal plug (review of the minx tail, atomic rose plug, the Tantus Ryder – all of the above) reviews and musings since I am a huge fan of plugs.  Everything about her blog is delightfully pleasing to the eyes and soul, a perfect combination, and one that is absolutely essential in your must-read list.

If you want to submit your blog please go to our contact page and leave us your url, blog name, and the information you’d like included in our reviews.  You can also contact @Venicebloggs on twitter and talk to me personally.

Blogs that display our Top 10 logo on their blog will be eligible for our year end top 10 list (we appreciate your work, review then promote, do the same for us as a thank you).

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June 14, 2013

Dirty Talk – Breakfast In Bed

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breakfast in bedEvery morning Venice wakes me up kissing my neck, under my arms, down my stomach, until eventually she is between my legs playing with my genitals.  Usually this routine ends with her sucking on my balls and dick, maybe a few minutes of fucking, including anal, but never an orgasm.  This is something we practice called “our circle,” and it’s purely for intimacy.   It’s not just a blog topic, it’s really our daily routine.  It may sound weird, but if I know that night Venice will want and expect more intimate time with me, there is no real urgency to orgasm every time I get an erection and am intimate with my wife.  I enjoy waking up with her saliva or vaginal juices  on my penis, semi-hard, and still horny because I didn’t cum.   It’s definitely waking up on the right side of the bed.  This “circle” seems to keep her on my mind all day and makes me much more attentive to her.  Whether that’s right or wrong, it works.

This morning, Venice was in a great mood and extra perky.  This means she hops on me like Tigger from Pooh, and nibbles on the side of my face and neck.  She grabs my arm and lifts it over my head, semi bites my pierced nipple and quickly moves her face under my arms.  As she kisses my underarm area, my penis almost immediately gets erect, no matter how tired I am.  If a guy has a g-spot, this is probably mine.  Venice slowly works her way over to my other nipple and underarm, kissing me across my chest on the way there.  Maybe it’s her good mood that gets my juices flowing or maybe it’s the fact it’s Friday, but before she got down to my dick, I already know I want to fuck her.   This means, I want to cum.  When I say in the morning we usually are intimate with no orgasms, I mean it.  Maybe once or twice a month we have these moments (usually a Friday) where things get a little too hot or heavy, but the goal with our “circle” is to not reach that point, especially on a work day.  Luckily, this was a Friday!

As she plays with my dick and balls, rubbing and massaging, putting a single ball in her mouth and slowly sucking, or just taking my whole dick and shoving it down her throat.  Sometimes it feels as though she is like a kitten.  My genitals become her yarn as she paws my crotch.  Her moans are almost purr-like.  She nuzzles herself in my crotch, rubbing my dick and balls against her face.   I was rock hard.

I look down and ask, “Do you want  breakfast in bed?” 

She immediately responded, “Yes.”  

I then sat up and rolled her over, putting her face near the top of the bed.  She leaned her head back as I positioned my hips over her face.  I let my hard dick dangle above her, rubbing her nose and forehead, as I wrap my arms around her knees and legs.   I slowly drop my hard dick down into her throat, while at the same time burying my own face in her vagina.   We both already know that the goal is to feed her my sperm.   The term “breakfast in bed” has its own meaning in our world, as it took life a few months ago and became a part of our sex language/dirty talk.  I dig my hips low over her face until I can feel my dick pass through her tight throat, down her neck.  I also feel my balls press hard against her nose, pushing them back and up into my own ass cheeks.  I love this feeling.  The tip of my dick, the most sensitive part of my penis, can feel the textures deep in her throat.  I will never be able to explain this feeling properly, but you can almost feel the area of the throat where it seperates the throat passages, lung/stomach.   It rubs and tickles the head of my penis as my shaft moves back and forth inside her. 

The morning talk is loud and dirty as I grind my dick into her face.  “You want me to give you breakfast in bed?”  She can’t still can’t breath, mouth full of my cock.

Until I pull out and hang my dick above her face, she can’t get air.  This means, as soon as I lift my cock out of her, she gasps and breaths as loud as she can.  She is unable to respond to dirty talk until after she catches her breath.  “Give my fucking breakfast!” she screams.   “I want my morning protein.”  My dick hangs half way over her face while she talks and gets ready for more.  It’s dripping my precum and her  own saliva back all over her face as I wait to fuck her more.  She loves every second of it, as this is probably her favorite way to make me cum.  Admittedly, it’s not my favorite, but nothing makes me cum as fast orally as this technique.  And when I do cum, it’s more of a sex (intercourse) orgasm rather than a blow job orgasm (for me, there is a huge difference — later blog). 

After a few minutes of this back and forth, in and out, I unload deep inside her throat.  I bury my hips hard on her face as I thrust, exactly how I would fuck her vagina or ass, digging as deep as I can until I feel my shaft completely empty of fluid.  

Sometimes it’s worth it to be late to work.

When I started this blog, I actually wanted to talk about dirty talk and the language of sex.  After the first paragraph it seemed boring and I ran out of things to say.  Instead, I wrote about my morning.  However, the original topic was “breakfast in bed” and how Venice and I use it.  We both know what it really means, and we are both turned on by it.    Is it the double meaning that turns us on, or just that we call my sperm her breakfast, as if she needed my cum to survive.   Now, anytime she is giving me oral sex in the morning, our dirty talk almost revolves around that term.  It means to finish, to feed, to be intimate in the morning, and that I am taking care of her needs.   I dumb thought like breakfast in bed during oral sex, turned into a dumb thought while I was taking a shower after I came inside her throat this morning, turned into a dumb blog with an extremely sexy story.   I’m okay with that.