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Written Dec 2012

Jennifer loves fellatio. As much as she enjoys engulfing a man in her mouth, she enjoys watching their satisfaction. The way his face changes, being lost in pleasure as her mouth becomes an amazing tool of pleasure.

Long ago she met an Asian woman from China. She told Jennifer she was a Taoist Priestess and found the secret to immortality. Part of her practice is absorbing the essence of young, virile men by sucking it out through their penis. This was 150 years ago. When Jennifer began experimenting with stealing the essence of young men it was easy to find healthy males. Men worked outside, sexual diseases were not a problem and there was no junk food to contaminate the sperm. Lately, Jennifer has gotten discouraged. Young men today have less sperm for her resulting in  less essence. She has to hunt the good ones, but a part of her  enjoys immensely. Like a panther or a tiger, she watches, salivating, deciding on her next pleasure.

To read the rest of this story click here: Rest of Story: Jennifer hunts for healthy cock

 

Written April 2013

Dear Clitoris,

I met you, my beloved Clitoris when I was a teenager. It took a couple of years to really get to know you. You were so shy at first, hiding in the folds of my vulva and labia. Once you got used to my touch and my steady strokes, you quietly emerged.  When laying in my bed, bored after school or unable to sleep at night I visited you, desiring your company.  I practiced again and again with you. At times you made me frustrated as I watched other friends being able to find ‘theirs’ quickly by using the faucet in the bath or by rubbing against an edge of a table. Friends would tell of a deep, shudder of pleasure in their body . Maybe the first time a boy touched them, their clitoris would already send their bodies into a shaking shudder. Not us, we took our time to get to know each other.

When I felt your full expression my whole body felt like the wave of the ocean. It’s as if you called out to every cell in my body. Maybe you held out so long because you knew I would be addicted to that small throbbing bump  hidden between my legs. My mother thought I was doing homework or taking a nap, but no….I was trying to find you again. Once I understood how to entice you, provide that moist environment for you, I made you work again and again. You brought me so much joy in those early years.

We climaxed many times. Do you remember the day we tried as many as we could? Maybe 8 times in one day? Or was is it 10? Each time you grew stronger and each time it took less time for the ocean spasms to occur. Other parts of my body joined too, my voice groaning, my thighs trembling and my torso undulating.  The rippling of my labia felt like pulsing waves coming to shore that would last over a minute. Still we feel these together. I always take the time to take care of you, just you and me. With the lights off, under the covers, moist fingers and deep breaths. The more I get to know you, the more I love you. Your pleasure is endless and infinite. Last night we made my whole sex so wet. We came three times. I promise to always take care of you like you take care of me, oh, my beloved Clitoris.

 

This week I am taking time to visit friends in California. The days are free, everyone is at work and I am settled into a friends small 3rd floor Bay Area apartment. Deciding that this is a good day to write a post I as well decided to sit in front of the balcony to enjoy the coolness of outside. And..what the heck might as well be topless too.

I’ve been busy…

Busy and forgetting to take moments and turn them into turned on moments. I ask my self….why am I sitting so far away from the open screen? Why not let the sunlight that is trying to get in land on my breasts?

 

From below a woman parked her car across the street and is walking  to the building while I massage my breasts and pull on my nipples. She cannot see me. If she saw me I probably would have yelled ” Sorry!” and ran away, but from here I can enjoy the secret-ness and privacy even though I feel exposed.

I feel self conscious to masturbate in my friend’s apartment, but I am going to right now.  Normally, the choice would be a bed, but I am attracted to the sunlight. My pussy will be warm from it. I can lay stretched out with my pussy towards the open screen and as I do I can imagine you are watching me from the across the street from an upstairs window in your own home, caress myself and linger, taste my juices, from my finger tips,  move my hips, spreads my lips wide and wider…

Last week I was talking with a woman that was compl-aining about doing the above for a man? Are women getting confused? I get it...I know that women need to feel their own power in sex and sometimes when that happens it can look quiet and subtle. I like that too. I also enjoy the exchange of a man enjoying watching my body, watching his eyes narrow in focus, creating an energetic dance between us. There is nothing wrong with that and I asked her, what is wrong with that? She could not decide if she was doing it for herself or for him. It's for him, but it comes back to the woman. It's a dance. I've decided...it's a dance. For you I suggest to notice when she is 'dancing' for you and don't rush her. Hold your presence before you make a move. 

Okay…here I go…

Oh man, that was delicious. Such a simple pleasure of feeling sunlight warm my pussy, inner thighs and belly.  I let the sunlight soak me as I spread my lips open and felt all the sensations of warmth. With curiosity I inserted a finger to feel my wetness which was ample and tasted. When I started to stroke my clitoris she was already engorged, but I still took my time gently and slowly stroking in small delicate circles with no hurry. My climax was subtle and quiet like an exhalation of breath.

Maybe the sun will be out tomorrow and I can do it again.

What a pleasure it is to enjoy a man’s cock with my hands.  Pleasure is desire, enjoyment, and enrapture coupled with a delicious singular focus on you.

‘Hand job’…..

No wonder we have been lost so long in this art form of giving and receiving of stroking a cock. The word JOB should just be flat out ditched from sexual vocabulary. It’s not a job, but a pleasure. What better place to be than in between your legs baring witness to and being a part of your hardness, feeling you pulse in my hands while I find every delightful spot that needs caressed and stroked until you finally ejaculate with such ecstatic release. I absolutely adore feeling this artful pleasure coming from my hands via my heart and into you.
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I don’t know what every woman’s G-spot feels like, but mine feels like rows of thin, horizontal ridges. The shape feels like a mound, not very high in the middle and not wide. It feels cramped up inside my pussy, hidden until you find her. It can feel stiff compared to other parts of my pussy. My ‘G’ can feel even dry even though she is encased in a wet and lubricated environment.

When someone finds G they put half of an index finger in my pussy and curled their finger in a come hither gesture. I don’t know if they can feel the ridgy texture like I sense it, but when G is found everyone knows.

I have a love hate relationship with G.

When G is stimulated it resembles someone repeatedly pressing on a door bell and no one is home or maybe the door bell is broken. Don’t get me wrong….I like having my doorbell rung.  Its a delicate painful pleasure that I almost can’t stand, but then all of a sudden G opens up  and a cascade of gush pours out as if G  threw the door open and flung out a bucket of water.

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