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...I wasn't in Colombia. ;-)

Is oral sex...sex?

NOTE: A very nice person found my old Fellatrices posts somewhere out there in the server universe. Here's one from 2007. Enjoy!

Here's a post for the ladies, and for discerning gentlemen who have had "tell me about your sex life" conversations with their lovers.

Do you count blowjob-only encounters among your lovers?

I've had 31 lovers -- men with whom I have had intercourse. Ah, but I've had another ten encounters that were only oral sex, including two with women. Shouldn't those be considered lovers, too? Probably. But I often put them in a separate category. And I loved each one, after my fashion...

Yes, I remember Monica and Bill and "oral sex isn't really sex." It's definitely sex. But to me the random blowjob, whether in a relationship that goes nowhere or, deliciously, involving a stranger, isn't on the same plane as the nine-course meal that is a complete sexual relationship. In rare instances, it also can serve as a little denial pill: I didn't really fuck that creep!

Yet this snack is singularly tasty, memorable and I wouldn't pass it up.

I didn't pass it up on the train in France, when the young, handsome German in the next seat started caressing my leg, then working fingers up into my panties and finally bringing me to a barely muffled orgasm while the train shot along through the night. I returned the favor by unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock and starting what I intended as a hand-job. But it just felt so damned good that I had to taste. I sucked him slowly as we passed through the enchanted European night. He clawed my back as he shot his semen into my mouth.

I never knew his name -- my only such encounter.

I sucked off two boyfriends before I lost my virginity. I have sucked off a couple of co-workers and, when I was young and stupid, a boss on a road trip. The blowjob is a wonderful, all-purpose encounter that can lead to more, or lead to nothing more. And that can be enough, just right. I've brought off a man in my mouth with fantasies of a future...only to have him never call me again.

Only once did I get the same in return. A married man I had been flirting with came by for drinks, and things got hot very fast. I was going to suck him, but he wouldn't let me. Instead, he lay me down on the bed, hiked up my short skirt, slowly worked his tongue inside my panties before sliding them down. Then he licked me into one of the most intense orgasms of my life. He never fucked me. We never got together. But...what a gentlemen.

So what is it ladies...do you count oral-only encounters as regular lovers, or something less, or, something more?

That was a mouthful

I believe this was one of the stories I told on the now lost blog, The Fellatrices:

I was involved in a long-distance relationship with a man who lived in the Bay Area. The sex was always unbelievable, as is often the case when you don't live in the same city. We had all sorts of adventures, including public sex where he fucked me on a picnic table in a (we thought) deserted part of a state park. He adored natural redheads.

Once I gave him a challenge: Could he go for two weeks between our visits without masturbating, much less having sex with another woman (he denied there was one, but you never know)? If he could, I'd give him the glory cock-sucking of his young life. Now, this man had the strongest stream of semen of anybody I'd ever gone down on. So if he could do this, it would be pretty amazing.

He agreed to try.

Over the next two weeks, we'd have steamy conversations on the phone. I'd always ask if he was sticking to his promise. He claimed he was, with difficulty. It wasn't easy considering sometimes I'd finger myself and bring myself off while on the phone with him. I also taped myself masturbating, complete with detailed description of what I was doing and then my usual loud orgasm — and I FedEx'd the tape to him.

I met him at the airport wearing a short skirt and a thong. I thought he was going to put me up against the wall right there and fuck me. He was flushed with horniness and Dreaded Orgasm Buildup, as I called it. Back at his placed, he covered me with kisses while he stripped me down to nothing but my black pumps. He laid me down on his futon and proceeded to give me a long missionary fucking. "Dig your heels into my back," he ordered, and I did. Between my own orgasms, I gasped, "Don't you dare come in my. That sperm belongs to my mouth!" But he had superb control, even able to withstand my trademark pussy oscillation move that usually brings guys off very fast. (I didn't use it that night, but let him fuck me playing the submissive, looking forward to my "reward").

After this workout — I'd say at least half an hour — he dismounted and lay on his back. I started kissing him and running my breasts and nipples down his chest.

"Have you been a good boy?" I asked. "No coming without me?"

He swore that he had, but I could tell from his voice that he was desperate to come. I wanted to really take my time, but being a greedy little slut I couldn't help myself. Pretty soon, I had his cock in my mouth and I was moving up and down on him, sucking hard. He screamed himself as the first spurt filled — and I do mean filled — my mouth. It was a gusher, reaching not just the back of my mouth but my throat. I had tried to prepare myself, but this was a huge amount of semen! I swallowed as fast as I could, breathing though my nose, as a second, third and, rare in my experience, fourth spurt came. He was moaning and grasping my hands, his pelvis was shaking.

I just kept swallowing, feeling his thick semen coat my throat and fill up my stomach. He had indeed kept his words, and said it was the best orgasm of his life. We fucked four more times that night, but the first come was the best.

Guest post: Walk on the wild side

EDITOR'S NOTE: Male and female readers tell me their stories. Often they don't want them shared. When they do, and I think readers might enjoy them, I put them on the site. So, here's one from a guy. Enjoy, and keep the letters coming. All I ask is that they be true, not fantasies. — Linda Sue


I don't look kinky. I look a guy who would never do such things. That's my secret, and that's my appeal. It doesn't hurt that I'm over six feet tall, have an in-shape body and dress like the successful Wallstreeter that I am. I'm in my late 30's but look much younger (everyone says it but it really is true.) I've never had issues finding sexual partners - be it women or men. My numbers skew heavily in favor of women (100+) and only a handful of men (5). I have had a hard time finding female partners as willing as I am to push the boundaries; the few bi/gay men I've experienced seemed more than comfortable with my propensity for kink. (Please note - there are plenty of women I've been with that challenge this statement - I am speaking generally of course.)

Using that logic - I expect you are wondering why I haven't had more experiences with men? Sexuality is a tricky concept and mine is no exception. I basically identify as a straight man. I love women - love the female form in every way - love fucking and sucking every conceivable part of a woman. My male partners have always just satisfied a curiosity or fulfilled a sexual experience - never crossing into the realm of emotional that can arise with women.

Living in NYC - I tend to mainly play with women there, leaving the road for my same sex dalliances. I like the discreet nature of the road for this and there is the added benefit it is just so much easier to find a male partner willing to engage in casual sex. For guys curious - I'd recommend manhunt or grindr; google it - very easy and very effective. As men are an occasional thing for me - I'm very picky: I like a tall, masculine, athletic man. This last trip I found out that being hung doesn't hurt as well.

This brings us to MLK weekend and my trip to DC. I had begun chatting with a guy online via manhunt and arranged a late drink at a local gay bar in DC on Friday night. The bar was trendy and mid 30s. We had a few martinis and quickly figured out we were attracted to each other. He was late 20's - dark hair, 6 feet +, swimmers build, and very good looking. He seemed like me but only gay identified - he had a good job and seem very interested in the fact I had limited experience with men. A little disclaimer - my same-sex prior to DC consisted mainly of oral interactions or with me topping. I've never really been too interested into topping or bottoming but my only real opposition to it was risk of disease and the potential exposing position of it. We discussed only playing safely but he also assured me he did not have any STDs.

After three martinis he suggested we go back to his apartment instead of my hotel room. His reason were simple - it was closer and cabs weren't readily available. I gladly accepted his invitation. His apartment was a few blocks away - very nice and well appointed. He quickly showed me he latest health test and that put my mind at rest. As I figure most women or men reading this haven't witnessed a gay hook-up - the time from entry into the room to fully naked is pretty quick - less than few minutes. I'm not into kissing men but after we got naked we began exploring each others body.

He took the more dominant position and licked his way down my body. I have to say - I enjoyed playing the more passive role as he pushed me back into the bed and played with my nipples and cock. I was rock hard by the time he actually took me into his mouth. This was clearly the first stop for him, not the end destination... after teasing me a bit he pushed my legs back and dove into my ass with his tongue. I've never had a guy do this to me before but it definitely will not be the last time. He introduced a few fingers into my ass and slowly opened me up along with his tongue. It felt good but I was also hesitant in the direction this hook up was heading.

I suggested a more equitable position and took his cock in his mouth. Sucking cock is an interesting experience - I suggest all guys should try it a few times. I'm not great at it but I can get the job done. I should practice more but again its not my main interest. That being said - I don't like being mediocre at it. I'm not sure if I was terrible or he saw an opportunity but he clearly didn't want me to get him off with my mouth. As he pulled me off his dick he told me he wanted to take my ass.

We proceed to have yet another conversation about safety but unbelievably I heard myself agreeing as long as he used a condom, lube and would stop immediately upon my request. This might be a good time to describe his dick - over 7 inches, pretty thick and cut. I'm not sure why I decided my first time would be with a monster dick like this but I did. He went back between my legs and went quickly to the job of opening me up with his fingers. It wasn't long before he started putting on a condom and lubing my ass. I was on my back having a minor mental freak-out about what was to come all the while he was slowly stroking my very erect cock. As he moved off my cock - he slowly placed the head of his cock into me. Did it hurt? Every single 7 inches. It took about 5 minutes for him to get fully into me. Then he just stayed in me - I was still on my back on the bed and he was standing with my legs splayed. We stayed this way for awhile - he was playing with my dick and letting my get used to that full filling one gets with a cock in your ass.

At this point I need to share two observations - the most astonishing one for me was that I was still hard and the second one being I was actually getting used to his dick being inside me. Then the fucking started slowly at first... Over the next 15 minutes or so it got pretty intense but very enlightening. I learned to take his cock, I learned to manipulate my ass so I could squeeze his cock as it came in, and I found myself legitimately enjoying getting fucked. After we really got into the business of fucking - he came fairly quickly. He returned the favor by going down on me -- it wasn't long before I blew a thick load down his throat. I wanted to go again but it was really late and he didn't seem "up" for round two. A bit disappointing on that front but we had had a lot to drink and it was pushing 3am.

I hope you liked my story. I'm still straight, still kinky, but maybe just bit more open minded. Will I do it again? Who am I kidding - I'm sure I will. I think next time would be more fun with a bi couple.

Girl love I

Readers want to know about my experiences in tongue-worshipping. Here's a quick rundown:

Pam was my first. She was my suite-mate for a year in college. In a world of Courtneys, Amandas, Ambers, Tiffanys and Jennifers, we were Xers with baby boomer names. We always got along well and talked about guys incessantly. I was just getting started. Pam had been hooking up since she was 15, so I knew she was way ahead of me. Looks: She had the most lovely straight blond hair, angel face and tight body to die for.

One night, we had both been dumped by guys we were seeing and sitting on the sofa commiserating over a bottle of wine. She leaned over and kissed me. I can't say I had ever been sexually attracted to a woman before, but when her warm, soft mouth connected with mine it all changed. I didn't pull back. Pretty soon, we were in a mad makeout session and she was fingering my (very wet) pussy.

I was a virgin this way but always up for a challenge, so I undressed her and got on my knees. Her pussy was an "inny" with a very light dusting of pubic hair. She was extremely wet, too, and I loved her scent. I no doubt clumsily parted her outer lips to find a sweet pink blossom waiting for my tongue. It took her a long time to heat up to a full orgasm — she warned me. But, no problem. I was turned on and fascinated and licked away. She stroked my hair and called out my name until she was grinding her pelvis into my face. Then she let out this long, low moan and came. She returned the favor in the bedroom. "You have a beautiful pussy," she said, the first time I had ever heard that. She was aroused by my natural red hair, too. Pam had made love to other girls and her expertise was immediately evident. My previous lovers had given perfunctory licks, if that, before mounting me and pumping away for their own pleasure.

Pam took her time, kissing the insides of my legs, working her tongue all around my labia and inside me, then licking my clitoris with ever-increasing pressure. My feet were burning and I lost track of everything not connected to her tongue and my pussy. She held my hands tight as I let out scream after scream. It was my first mature orgasm. I thought later, "Wow! So that's an orgasm." Before that, I realized, I had baby orgasms from fingering myself or being fucked by some muscular, in-a-hurry young man. But nothing like this.

We held each other all night, in-between more of this wonderful new thing in my life. She sat on my face and we sixty-nined, both firsts for me. The next morning, I didn't feel any guilt, just extra horniness. For the rest of the year, we continued dating guys but also periodically ending up in bed together. I still get aroused thinking of her flawless skin and lovely hair. She's married with children now, but we still stay in touch.

After that, while I preferred men, I knew I could enjoy girl-love, too. And how.

Licking pussy

Things worked out well for my colleague. She followed my advice on fellatio, given verbally and with the Stakeout Banana, as we call it, and her boyfriend came after two minutes and said it was the best blowjob he ever had. She enjoyed it, too, and I can see her confidence growing. My bet is she'll want to try out her new-found talent elsewhere, not that I am encouraging such slutty Linda Sue behavior.

Ah, but there's a rub. Her boyfriend doesn't like cunnilingus. He does it, a few licks "like he's licking an ice-cream cone," and then he wants to climb on top and fuck her. This won't do. How many times do I have to say that oral sex goes both ways, must go both ways. Being a master cunnilinguist is a requirement to be my lover (beyond a quick romp where we never get that far, say where you bend me over and fuck me and we never see each other again...oh, sorry, I lost my train of thought).

So, pay attention men:

DO learn to love her vagina: The shape of her lips, their prominence, her scent, her juices, your juices mingled together, her pubic hair, perineum and anus. Women can tell if you're really into it, or if you're just doing it out of duty. If you're really into her private parts, it will make her more sensual and open to all sorts of fun.

DO tell her she's beautiful once you're "down there." She is.

DO take your time. I love it when a man works on my breasts a long time, then licks and kisses my abdomen and belly button, barely caressing his face across my pussy...then sucking my toes and kissing up each leg, up to my pussy and, again, barely touching my pussy before getting down to business.

DON'T go immediately for the clitoris. This may be too intense for many women. And you're cheating yourself out of much more...

DO spent time licking and gently sucking on her pussy lips Run your tongue around them. Revel in every detail (the right lip is bigger than the left, etc.).

DO tongue-fuck her. A man burying his face in my pussy and running his tongue in and our is sometimes enough in itself to drive me over the edge. Of course, his nose is also pushing against my clit as he does this.

DO use your hands. Caress her belly and legs, hold her hips, and as things really heat up (pay attention now) hold her hands. Most of us want that hand-holding connection.

DO learn the right approach for her clit. Start with a very light circling of it with your tongue and see how she responds. Some women want only that. Others will respond in a way that tells you it's okay to apply more pressure. Some like it when you suck their clits once they're aroused (me, among them). Vary things: Circle-lick her clit and go back to her lips or tongue-fucking her. Try licking her perineum and see if that pleases her. Keep coming back to the clitoris. Use different edges of your tongue: The tip, flat edge, side.

DO follow her responses and act accordingly. She'll relax more and let you in, set a rhythm, respond, get more and more aroused. When she starts to come, DON'T STOP! Keep going. You may want to let up the pressure a little. I'd probably be grinding my pelvis into your face.

Understand cunnilingus is different for most women than a blowjob is for men. Any guy wants his cock sucked. Many women have been conditioned to think "it's dirty down there," or they are afraid of losing control. So there's a major trust issue involved with many. You have to show you're trustworthy. Among other things that means being patient, slowly seducing her by kissing and licking her legs and belly, etc. Once you're good, you can move on to all sorts of fun: Face sitting, using toys, sixty-nine, licking her while another man fucks her. But it all begins with knowing expert tongue worship.

Have more to add? Please comment.

Sucking cock

New Years was quite nice. I'll leave it at that. For some reason, I don't want to blog about the Professor, at least not yet. Few of my men know that I do a sex blog and tell all. A couple of them knew and even helped me remember some details. For them, it was kinky and a turn-on. Most men wouldn't find that true, and even fewer women. I can't imagine Wendy and Pam, among others, would want all you guys masturbating to our romps together.

It's been so busy at work, Dear Diary. I did have fun with a young female colleague while we were spending some very boring hours in a car watching something I can't tell you about. We started talking about sex (yes, women do), and she was curious about how to give a great blowjob. Her boyfriend is ten years older and more experienced. Although she says he's very kind and taken with her, she knows she's "just not doing it right." We had a banana, and I showed her a few tricks until the thing started coming apart in my mouth. It reminded me, however, that oral sex is really important to men — do it well, and he'll never forget you.

It reminded me that the Fellatrices posts I did are lost forever. So I won't be repeating myself if I give a few tips:

1. DO drop your hang-ups. It's not "nasty" down there. If it really is, have him take a shower and give him a little talk about personal hygiene (or get a new bf).

2. DO play with his cock before you ever put it in your mouth. Stroke it, masturbate him, caress his balls, all while you're kissing him. Work down his body, kissing and licking his chest, nipples, belly button, thighs. One thing I like to do is to go down his body rubbing my (still!) tight, pert breasts across his chest and belly. I also let my hair fall on his skin and caress him. Make him want it.

3. DO praise his cock (honestly).

4. DO vary your technique. Maybe start out by taking it lightly in your mouth once...make him want it!...before licking the shaft and head in different ways. Take your time. Break it up by (gently!) licking his balls and taking them in your mouth while you stroke his penis. As he responds more and more...

5. DO take him fully in your mouth, in and out. Start lightly and increase the sucking pressure. The sweet spot is the area near where the shaft meets the head. Vary the amount you take in your mouth and the speed with which you suck him. If you're not ready for him to come and he's about there, slow down.

6. DO use your hands. I finally focus on sucking (harder and harder) the head and top of the shaft while I am moving my hand up and down on the rest of his shaft. Maybe with my other hand, I am stroking his balls. Note: When my hair is long, I pull it to one side over my shoulder so it doesn't get in the way. And, get comfortable yourself.

7. DO back off the pressure as he starts to come, so his orgasm doesn't become intensely painful. Make some noise.

8. DO swallow. If you're one of those rare women who really get nauseous from semen, then spit it out afterwards (a towel nearby).

9. DON'T let him hold your head down or force you, unless you're into that. Know how to let him know what you want, too. Gently remove that hand.

10. DON'T make loud, cow-like sucking sounds. Learn to breathe through your nose. Anyway, you want the maximum pressure applied.

11. DON'T be impatient. Some guys come fast, some need time. It's all good.

12. DON'T be afraid to be kinky and spontaneous. I love to greet a lover at the airport by sucking his cock in the parking garage. I've sucked cocks outdoors, beside a bar... Even a taste makes him want more.

And, keep learning. It took me years to perfect my "feather" blowjob technique. Don't be afraid to ask him how he likes it, either. Ladies and gay/bi gents: Add your advice in the comments section.

Doggy delight

I survived Christmas with my family in Seattle. I got a hotel room, not wanting to stay with my parents and sure as hell not wanting to stay with Amber and Justin. I did see Chris one night and we had a romp for old times.

He took the initiative and I was just along for the ride. But the big event was neither me riding him or him riding me. I dressed in sheer white stockings and white garter belt for him, and he fucked me from behind for what seemed like an hour. I must admit, he was a master. He started very slowly, sliding in inch by inch even though I was already sopping wet from our earlier fucking. Then he fell into this amazing slow rhythm interspersed with hard, fast thrusts.

My butt was in the air, his strong hands gripping my hips. My head was down on the sheets and my hands in front steadying myself. It wasn't easy, and not just from when he was really banging me. When he was going slow, I could feel him swiveling his hips to push his cock in from different angles. Two little orgasms hit me about halfway through and I started pushing frantically against him. But he wouldn't let me really get off.

He kept his hands firmly on my hips, controlling the motion. Other times, I felt his warm hands caressing my thighs and my back. I was shaking from the stimulation of his cock in and out of me. I remember multiple gasps, moans and "fuck me!" coming out of my mouth. Gripping and clawing the sheets came naturally, not as theater. Finally he started a steady, faster tempo, faster and harder, slamming into me. Colors were shooting into the sides of me eyes and my feet started burning. I knew I was a goner and one of the most intense orgasm of my life exploded out of my pussy. At the same moment, I felt his big cock pulse, he let out a yell and came inside me.

I fell forward, whimpering. He fell on top, his cock still in me, his torso sweaty. Yow-ser.

Now I'm back in D.C. The Professor and I are going out for New Year's Eve.

As to the commenter who said I should consider moving out of field work: There's some pressure for that. I'm not 25 any more, except maybe sexually. But I have some skills that are unusual and highly valued (no, not blowing every guy in town). So, we'll see.

Christmas eve thoughts

By the time this posts, I'll be on my way to the West Coast for the family Christmas celebration. After the year I've been through, I can't say I'm looking forward to the stress this visit will involve (although its a different kind of pressure than I faced elsewhere). I hope all have a lovely and sexually hot holiday season!

So I'm trying not to be my usual slutty self in this new...is it a relationship? We've been on four dates now. I let him kiss me on the second date and we made out on the third. For the fourth, I went up to his place for a nightcap and I let him take off my top and make love to my breasts — and then I gently stopped things, just like I nice girl. I haven't worn stockings and garters, only panty hose.

Part of me has no idea why I am doing this; all I can say is that things happened during my absence from this blog that were very intense, and I need life slow and easy for awhile. The man is a little older, handsome in a shaggy/tweedy way, tall, smart. I can feel his cock against me, pushing at the fabric of his trousers, when we kiss. I'll call him the Professor. He's very attractive — and safe. I feel bad to go through the usual lies about working for the Agriculture Department blah blah blah, but those are the rules. So I am taking it slow.

It's not fair. I can get Chad to fuck me anytime I wish. I turn him away most of the time, but sometimes I just have to get off and get fucked. I wonder what his little girlfriend, Lauren, would say if she knew? Am I a bitch for betraying another woman this way with "her man"? No. She knows what she's getting with him. He can be very appealing but he's also narcissistic in the way only a guy with a big penis can be. And if she whines about the size of his cock, doesn't give him as much sex as he needs and doesn't like fellatio...you get the idea. In the consensual sexual battlefield, there are no victims, only volunteers.

p.s., for you gun boys, I have a new toy: An FN Five-Seven!

Back in the USA

First, don't ask what I've been doing. You know I can't tell you.

Second, maintaining a sex blog is hard work. I've been doing this since 2007, and it's amazing how many blogs have fallen by the wayside. The biggest loss is the Fellatrices. This started out with one woman as the Fellatrix. Then she invited me and a couple of other female bloggers to contribute. I did at least a dozen posts and they were the most popular. Now the site is gone, as is all my writing. So I'll have to catch you up on my oral sex essays if I can remember them.

In the meantime, if any sex bloggers would like to share links shoot me an email. I'm especially interested in women and real stories, not fantasies.

D.C. is the way I like it, slightly rainy and in the fifties. I can wear suits again. Being back in the office has its ups and downs. I'm also back in the soap-operas of my life. Chad is still playing emotionally unavailable to his girlfriend, Lauren. He's a dozen years or more younger than me, and even though I kicked him to the curb before I went on my long assignment, I fucked him the other night. I'm feeling very fortysomething and, truth be told, it's flattering to have an attractive young man want to bed me. So I gave his big cock a long, agonizing (to him) blowjob before bringing him off in my mouth and tasting that thick semen as it rolled down my throat. Chad being Chad, he was hard again in no time, and I rode him to a nice orgasm. This is going nowhere, but I was horny.

I also spent a night with Wendy. Her effort to patch up her marriage has failed (no surprise) and her affair with the married man continues to disappoint her (no surprise). Girl love has its rewards in cuddling, patience and the forbidden (if mom could only see her slutty little daughter licking an older woman's pussy). Wendy and I both came multiple times. But again, this is going nowhere. I'm just a port in the storm, but at least I get off.

At my advanced age, it's nice to still be hit on. I'm going on a real date this weekend with a guy my age.