There are two things that I absolutely love: 1) passionate, French kissing and 2) giving passionate blow jobs! The two are very similar in my mind and they both satiate my oral fixation…much like a hot, creamy coffee but a coffee doesn’t moan my name and grab the back of my head the way I like.

In my primary relationship, both of these favourite things are missing. And, for a while, I thought that I had become defective at something that I really enjoyed before I entered a committed relationship. It would appear that is not the case. I have been assured by a male friend that I am ‘effective’ at both…although I could tell by the way he clutched the inner door handle of my BMW and kept saying ‘fuck’ ‘God’ and ‘yes Candy.’ In case he is reading this…thank you for letting me test my skills on you, Sweetie. You were delicious and fulfilling every time!

*yay! I can still suck cock!*

I think it is the way the head of a cock feels on the roof of my mouth when I push against it with the full tongue…but I am getting ahead of myself. I like the anticipation that builds when I feel the hardness pushing against a man’s pants. Much akin to ‘muscle-memory’ I have oral memory whereby I can almost feel the actual soft skin in my mouth as I begin salivating. I can already begin to imagine how the soft skin of the head of man’s cock feels against my lips. It is a game that I play with myself as I stoke the outside of his pants, feeling the curve and ridges of where the shaft ends and the head begins.

When I finally allow myself to undue his pants, and seeing it spring to attention as it hits the openness, I like to run my fingertips from the curve under the balls up the shaft before wrapping my full hand around it. It is the heat and ridges that I focus on when I am stroking the hardness gently downward at first, only to come back up and circle the head. The skin is SO soft, I am always amazed at how wonderful it is to the senses…and for the first time, I finally see the beauty in a fully erect penis. It is such a compliment to know that I had something to do with increasing a heart rate and making a man’s blood pump to fill his appendage (or at least that is what I tell myself).

Now the best part! By this time, I am ravenous and wild with the need to take it, him in to my mouth. I like to start at the bottom and work my way up since the head is really like the cherry on top that you pop into your mouth whole. In my mind, a man’s balls are always the boys who get picked last for the team, past over when they have so much to offer. Beginning with them makes them feel special and that they are attached to the greatness that is the cock!

Licking and sucking a man’s balls is a great prelude to the main overture but really it is the shaft that can be the most fun. I love running my tongue from the boys below up to where it meets the head…the sweet ridge…the defining line that indicates my time to pop that sweet cherry into my mouth. After running the ridge with the tip of my tongue, it is truly my time to shine. In my mouth, the head is exposed to all kinds of sensations, twirling my tongue to spread the warm wetness that my mouth has to offer and lets face it…they all want the deepness.

And so begins the journey to the final frontier…the moment I can feel my partners warm fluids hitting the back of my throat and I suck it in deeply, moaning in my own pure joy. I did this! I tasted someone that I wanted to taste, such a sense of achievement.

Men…if your partner wants to suck your cock, please don’t deny them that joy. You will both benefit from it…