Here’s another post you might be skipping if you happen to know me in real life. In fact, unless you’re particularly liberal about sex, it’s more detail than you want, trust me.
Here I go…
- (Oral receiving) Pardon the pun, but this is sort of low hanging fruit. It’s a common one. When you’re going down on me, I understand you’re working tremendously hard. No, I get it. Sometimes it’s not pleasant. And still, you’re making noises down there I’ve never heard before and driving me wild. You’re awesome and sexy – but you know that already…. after all…
Every now and then, though, could you look up? I’m tremendously visual, and you’re sexy, and I want to see the woman who is about to make me…
- Comfort with the body is important. I like it when a woman enjoys her body and knows the power of attraction she holds. This takes time to cultivate, but it’s always worth it. Comfort with the body makes some positions easier or possible. And then there’s the moaning.
Fuck yes to talky sex. So you know how mainstream hip hop artists adopted Ke$ha, describing her style (not derogatorily) of rhyming as LA white girl talky rap? You know, it’s not really full on rap. That’s how it should be in bed… Full on dirty talk is no good for me, it’s uninventive. I feel like a form letter recipient,
“Oh _________, yes!” or maybe,
“_________, put your big cock in my pussy, mister!”
Insincerity kills good sex. You all know my feelings on fake and exaggerated porn style noises. So maybe for a few minutes, let me hear that dirty back stream of thought that’s getting you off so well. And if you like something, please, for heavens’s sake, let me know!
- Tell me right before and during. Every time. Seriously. KILLS ME. I love it love it love it.
(honorable mention: soft sheets & some pillows (assorted))