Your Lips a Perfect "Suck Me" Size

I didn't think it was possible. I never thought I could think about blow jobs any more than I already did. But, this week, I couldn't think about anything else. So, then I started wondering. I think it's pretty clear from this Tour that we women love blow jobs a whole lot. For a myriad of reasons. And, I know why my man loves them. But, I wanted to know what other men thought. So, I decided to put all my dirty thoughts to good use and conduct an informal and wholly inappropriate survey. I asked some of the men in my universe what they like about BJ's. I wanted more than the standard answer of "Everything!!!" And, boy did I get it. Here is a random sampling of what some of the blokes had to say. I hope you find it as illuminating as I did.

*"It's so intimate. For me, putting myself in a woman's mouth is the ultimate mark of trust."

*"I love the variety of sensations. Hands, mouth, tongue, breathe. It all works so well together."

*"It can make me feel dominated without a rope or handcuff in sight."

*"You can do it anywhere and still stay 99% clothed. Perfect for those red light moments."

*"How wet she gets after she's finished. It makes me crazy for her."

*"When she's on her knees, and she looks up at me while I'm in her mouth. I swear to God, she looks damn near reverent."

Wow, right? I was so impressed with the honesty. There are so many reasons to love blow jobs, it is impossible to express them all here. Plus, I want to save something for the rest of my Tour mates. Let's cut to the good stuff, shall we?

I chose a piece from one of my favorite stories, that also happens to be my first anthology appearance, This Just In. Appropriately enough, the story appeared in Tasting Him, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Please to enjoy.

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“There is one thing I want to do before I go.”

I reached up and took the paper script out of your pocket and smoothed it out on the desk in front of you. I moved my hands to your zipper. You tried to stop me, stammering about work
and begging me to be serious. But, I didn’t stop.

“I want you to read. Read the news.”
“Are you crazy? What is going on with you?”
“Just do it. Trust me.”

I slipped under the desk in front of you, and reached back into your pants. You hesitated, just sitting there.

“Read. Please?”

My fingers freed your cock from your boxers and I heard your breath quick and erratic above me. You cleared your throat just as I stuck out my tongue to touch you. I heard your voice fill the empty space. I knew I could never have the real fantasy; that this was the closest I would ever get. You were hard, in spite of your clear discomfort. Even in an empty room I could tell you were scared to be caught. After all, this was your job. As the head of your cock eased back in my throat, the news of the day filled my ears. Your voice wobbled a bit, trying to adjust to the reality of me sucking you off at your desk. My hands ran up your thighs, pushing you deeper with each word that came out of your mouth.

“God, you’re killing me.”

I was pretty sure that wasn’t on the page, but I was still happy to hear it. My fingers wrapped around the base of your cock, holding you deep in my throat for as long as I could. I ran my tongue up the shaft and I heard you lose it for just a moment. But, you kept reading as I moved my tongue slowly up to suck the tip. I moved one hand from your leg and reached up my skirt to find my panties nearly soaked through. Pushing them aside, I let two fingers slide slowly inside my pussy. I felt you looking down at me. You stopped reading for just a few seconds. I gazed up at you, reluctantly letting your cock out of my mouth for a moment.

“Keep reading.”

Going back to your cock, I sucked the tip, gently at first. Then, after a few swirls of my tongue, I took it all in my mouth again. I felt one of your hands drop to my head, pushing me down. Despite my best efforts, you kept reading. I heard pages falling to the floor, landing next to my knees. My fingers moved faster inside my pussy, as your cock moved faster in and out of my mouth. Both of your hands were on my head, holding me. Your voice was frantic, like nothing I had ever heard before. The words were tumbling out of your mouth faster and faster, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to hear your voice.

I moved both my hands back up to your thighs, running them over the Italian wool of your pants. Your fingers were twined in my hair as the last few pages of the news hit the floor with the others. You were harder than I had felt you in months. I wanted you deeper in my throat, and I never wanted to get up from under that desk.

“I can’t take much more of this.”

That was all I needed to hear. My fingers dropped back to my pussy, and I felt your legs tremble under me as you pushed and pulled your cock in and out of my mouth. I wasn’t in control anymore. You had gone back to running the show. Your show. I could feel you swelling, like you always did right before you came. Your pace was slow, each thrust deliberate and forceful. I felt the tip of your cock hit the back of my throat each time, shooting another electric shock straight to my pussy. I rubbed my clit with my thumb, and felt everything start to unravel. My orgasm shouted through me, but got trapped in my throat. I had to be content to moan around your cock, my fierce desire to yell turned into a few muffled hums. Your voice, on the other hand, was as powerful as ever. You cried out into the empty room, one last word from your beautiful lips. I felt you release your hands from my hair. Soon, your composure returned.

Calm finally came back to the room, and I looked up at you. Your face was a picture of a million different emotions. You pushed back in your chair, and I retrieved your papers before I stood up. By the time I was done, you were buttoned up and looked every inch the professional news man again. I kissed you, the shock still evident under your unflappable demeanor.

“I should go. You have work to do.”

I walked out the door and left you standing there.
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Thanks so much for stopping by today. My husband wanted me to thank Sommer for starting all this and everyone else for the wonderful discussion. He's benefited greatly from my one-track mind this week.

Don't forget the Tour continues tomorrow with the one and only EllaRegina. Make sure to stop by and say hello. There may be some great prizes in it for you.

By the way, I'm usually a bit of a late riser on Sundays, but feel free to comment until I arrive. I'll try and get up early for the party!!
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