How to Give a Good Blow Job

How to Give a Good Blow Job

by Anonymous

 

I’m a willing student. It’s something I pride myself on being in all areas of my life, and sex is no different.

Even if you think you’re already good at something, there is always a little something you can pick up, a trick to add to your quiver. Recently I went on a mission to give my man the best blow job of his life, and the results were pretty incredible.

It started with a casual, teasing chat about a friend’s wife who had misunderstood a joke he made and thought he wanted to swing with her. (Not that he doesn’t, at least a little…)

“Maybe I am just priming her,” he said. “Grooming.”

“I mean, you can teach blow job skills,” I responded.

He laughed it off, but I reminded him of the early days of our relationship when he taught me the things he liked in the bedroom. He doesn’t seem to remember, but I do. He showed me exactly where to lick and suck and how. He taught me exactly what he liked, and over the years, I burned his words into muscle memory.

But we’ve been together a long time, this guy and I. We had just celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary. So those early days of our relationship were a long time ago, and the things we like change. 

So I asked.

“What could I do better?”

He made a few off-hand comments, some things you might say when someone asked what you like. I pushed for more.

“I have no complaints,” he said. “You are amazing.”

Here’s the thing. I know we have good sex. We have great sex. We know each other like the back of our hands, and know just what to do to get the job done.

But I want him to feel his world shake. It’s something he does for me. I want him to be dying to tell his buddies about this insane night where his wife did this thing. (He won’t, but I want him to want to.)

So I pushed more. I sought a connection with his needs. Soon I had a veritable to-do list of things he loves, some I knew and some I didn’t. 

I woke up the next morning to two photos with the parts labeled. For the next week, I texted him every day with questions. Not only did it keep us talking about something sexy (always a win), but it also served as research for the big moment. It was intimate and personal, really digging into something we often take for granted, especially when it’s working.

I took his list and I did some online research, reading a few articles, watching a YouTube video or two, and making some mental notes. My search history got pretty questionable, for sure!

There’s something special about looking up at him and letting him know with your eyes that you know you’re owning him.

I’ve never been one to spit (Remember how they taught us it wasn’t ladylike? Yeah, that stuck for me.) — so I looked into how to slobber and make things good and wet.

I thought about eye contact, and read a sexy Glamour article about what a writer called “the look,” and the way communication can happen with your eyes while going down. There’s something special about looking up at him and letting him know with your eyes that you know you’re owning him.

And perhaps most importantly, I built up some serious enthusiasm. Like, I was really looking forward to trying out these new tricks. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I made sure he was thinking about it, too.

We had been out with friends and had a couple of drinks. We weren’t drunk, but we were feeling nice, relaxed and a bit less inhibited. As he undressed, I slid a footstool against a wall and sat down. I watched him as he moved around, getting ready for bed. 

I’ve always loved to give a good blow job. I love the feeling of power, of watching someone react as they give in and focus solely on receiving pleasure. It’s hot.

As he moved to stand before me, I held his words in my mind.

“Be wilder about how you enjoy it. Go at a cock with abandon, slobber and gobble and enjoy every inch.”

So I did.

I went deeper than I maybe had before, focused more on giving of myself to make him feel good. I engaged with the individual sections he had pointed out to me, allowing for intentional time and energy for each.

I looked up at him, pushed my limits to try and impress him and please him. I worshiped at the altar of my king.

How did it end? With him whispering breathlessly, “That was the best blow job you’ve ever given me.”

The experience was … incredibly rewarding. It left me wanting to learn more, to top it next time, to do it again. It brought us closer together and made him feel great that I cared enough to make the effort. And I can’t wait for next time.

 

Photo Credit: Sweet & Sultry Boudoir

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  • Marrisa
    February 11, 2020 at 12:55 am

    Well that’s simple amazing. I love giving oral to my husband. I try to do better and better every time

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