Notes from a Passion Party

I arrived late. Bad me! Really late.

I’m not sure my hostess will forgive me.

But I was in time to ‘ooh and ahh’ over everyone’s purchases. They were able to take the potions and lotions home – the battery operated tows would be mailed. Sad, since all three of my friends wanted to go home and show off their purchases to their husbands.

I convinced them to continue the Girl’s Out theme and go for drinks with me.

Bad Emma!

The fun thing about these parties is that they loosen lips. Combine that with cocktails and you have the opportunity for some good stories.

I got lots of stories. Some I will never tell!

The thing that surprised me most was that all three of my friends purchased “Great Head”. None of them like providing oral sex much and this particular potion promised to make it a better experience. Apparently it suppresses the gag reflex and makes semen taste better.

Hmmm….

I found this intriguing and had to ask why, if they don’t enjoy providing oral sex, they all purchased this product. One said that she had spent so much money on toys for herself she felt she needed to get something that would please him.

I was a bit of a flip answer. I wondered if it was a dutiful wife thing… but really none of my friends strike me as the dutiful type.

When I dug deeper the real reason emerged. They enjoy receiving and felt they should provide as good as they get.

I wondered about this for several days because no lover had ever asked me to do anything that I didn’t enjoy doing. I’ve had lovers who didn’t like giving or receiving oral stimulation and when that was the case we just found other things to occupy ourselves with.

It’s amazing how much trouble you can get up to when you have to get really creative.

But to have something that I didn’t enjoy that they wanted… this was a new thought. I know, I know, it shouldn’t be – but it was.

I'm waiting for feedback to find out if "Great Head" did the trick, I elicited promises from everyone that they would share. Until then I'm curious....

Which side of the fence are you on? Like, dislike, or situational? Gals? Guys?

Licks!

Emma’s Erotic Sketches – Just His Mouth

The key card opened the door and it swung wide. They tumbled in all thoughts of dinner forgotten. In their desire she was slammed against the wall. They laughed. He stripped her of her top and began worshiping her nipples. His hands, rough from manual labor, scratched her skin. Sighing, she relaxed her head on the wall, releasing all control.

This was what she wanted, what she had been dreaming of, since their eyes locked in the lobby.

He continued down her body, laying his head on her stomach as he released her from her jeans. She had already kicked off her mules. Exploratory fingers found her moist and he looked up at her surprised, “You’re wet.”

“I’ve been wet since you smiled at me.” Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair.

“Mmmm…” was all he said as he buried his face in her mound and breathed deep of the warm seashell scent. He knelt before her, a suppliant.

She moved for him. Tilting her hips and hooking one leg over his shoulder. His mouth found her, warm and wet as he began to explore. She stopped thinking allowing herself the luxury of getting lost in sensation. His tongue teased the edges of her clit, tormenting her. Just when she thought he couldn’t stand any more he would move back to drink from the warm flow that continued to course through her. Back and forth he played with her as she sighed above him.

Teeth grazed her clit and she cried out. Hands reached out to support her ass as she leaned against the wall. She threw her other leg over his shoulder trapping his head between her thighs. She couldn’t get enough and pulled him to her, heels digging into his back forcing his face deeper into her mound.

She was so close; she thought she would die with pleasure.

He responded, gently at first by sucking her clit. As her thighs contracted he pulled harder. His fingers pulled her ass apart and buried themselves in her skin. She arched, her body begging him to finish her. He licked and sucked, sending ripples of pleasure though her. More elixir poured from her and he used his tongue to make sure he got every drop.

A low moan turned into a cry as she came but he didn’t stop. With each contraction he drank from her and kept her coming. Just as she thought she would lose the final shred of control and scream they tumbled to the floor. The scream caught in her throat and became a laugh. Joyously they crawled to each other. His mouth found hers and kissed her.

She tasted herself on his lips and smiled at the magic he could perform with just his mouth.

Emma Greer

Licks!

Dreaming…

I woke up this morning dreaming of oral sex.

Of lips, tongue, fingers… on me, inside me.

It was a delightful dream – ever changing. A kaleidoscope of images, memories of sensations, fantasies of situations yet to come all with the same theme. A lovers head between my thighs, their tongue tracing every ridge until they found the sweet spot, until my body convulsed. Then, as I slickened, fingers found their way inside me – filling me. While their lips played with my clit…teasing it…sucking it….

We were in my bed, on the dining table, the plane bathroom….

And each time I was pushed to the edge and beyond – given an orgasm – with no expectation of having to return the gift of oblivion in bliss.

Dreams are lovely.

They tie us to our past and help us invent the future.

Licks!

No Sex…

My lover is leaving for awhile.

Which means my bed will be cold. But it doesn’t exactly mean that I won’t be having sex. We’ve found a lovely answer to the distance issue. Thank you Alexander Graham Bell!

Now – you might think that phone sex is phone sex – Ha! Some have got it, some don’t and my love is amazing. When we are apart the sound of his voice is enough to make me wet. Then there is what he says and how he says it. The honeyed words of love and lust that drip from his mouth are food and drink in the desert.

He tells me what he will do to me…and how he will do it.

How he will kiss me, take me to bed. Suck my nipples through my shirt before stripping me and worshiping my breasts. Turn me over so he can bite my ass then run his cock between my cheeks.

He tells me how he will torment me, tease me, waiting for me to contract around nothing in despair… waiting for him to fill me. How he will take my legs, wrapping them around his body, pulling me close and pressing inside me – until I am right on the edge of coming. Then he will taste me, us, him – licking and probing with his tongue until beg him to stop.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps going licking, sucking, and fingering me until I start to gush – filling his mouth with my honey – feeding him until he is sated.

His words bring to life his hands, mouth and cock – and I am no longer alone in my bed.

The memory of what has been and the knowledge of what will be when we are together again wraps around me warming me and comforting me.

Licks!

Oral fixation…

I have a bit of an oral fixation.

I like things in my mouth.

It isn’t something that I can help and nothing is better than a lover who appreciates it. Although I’ve had my share of embarrassing situations, believe me. One lover had a thing about saliva and wouldn’t let me touch him with my tongue – let alone put my mouth on anything.

Then I really put myself on the line – I was seducing a man and told him that I was amazing, the best he would ever have, at oral sex. Well… I was wrong. Nothing I did worked for him. What a blow to the ego!

Things might be different if I met him now, I learned something new.

I do learn new things all the time. Or I relearn old things. When I was younger I didn’t have a gag reflex – now I do – so things are a bit more complicated. But I’ll take age and wisdom over youth and enthusiasm any day.

But I learned something new – which is strange considering my obsession with oral sex – but what I’ve found is that every man is different.

Most lovers are just excited to have their cock in a mouth. Others like suction, others are turned on by how deep you can take them in, some by the occasional grazing of teeth, some by how you play your tongue against the glands, down the sides, or slipping in the fissure. Hands on the cock, the balls, below the balls where the cock continues down to the pelvis, fingers in around or in the ass – all add more to the fun.

What I’ve never had was a lover that was enjoying himself so much but wouldn’t come.

That is another thing I like – feeling my lover come in my mouth. The rippling of the muscles, the contractions, and shudders…. Mmmmm…. Usually my desire for unlimited time with their cock in my mouth is enough but the other night it wasn’t. In fact this lover had never come in my mouth – had never been brought to orgasm with my mouth and hands.

One of the joys of him is that we communicate! So when he explained that although my mouth was delectable as it crossed the glands – if I would add my hand to that… well bliss would ensue. So, I did – adding my hand as an extension of my lips and, some time later, in his words, he came. Harder than he had come in ages. For him, my lips just didn’t apply as much pressure as he needed.

So I learned something new, something I can’t wait to try again that satisfies my oral fixation and his lust.

Licks!