Women wanting to give men blowjobs

Lately I’ve been thinking about all things oral. If given a choice, I’d much prefer to give a blow job than receive oral sex. Truthfully, I find 69 to be somewhat distracting, and I’ll admit (somewhat reluctantly) that I’ve never cum from a guy going down on me. But I have cum (many times!) while worshipping a man’s cock. There’s just something about it that’s an enormous turn-on.

I once read that every submissive woman loves to give blow jobs. In my case, that’s definitely true, though I’ve stumbled across submissive women on BDSM message boards who aren’t fans of cock worship. And I laugh (to myself) when I hear vanilla women rail against blow jobs, talking about how gross it is, how they refuse to swallow, or just do it once in a while to please their partner. When I hear these women talking (in person or on message boards), two thoughts cross my mind:

First, When I’m first getting to know a man, I’m always thrilled he first unzips his pants, slips out his cock and wraps my hand around it. Once he does, it’s as if the prize in sight. I know that at some point he’ll guide my head toward his cock. Just thinking about it, I start to get wet and excited, and I have a hard time understanding why other women don’t feel the same way.

Second, When I hear women bitching about blow jobs and making it clear that they withhold them from their boyfriends or husbands, I think, “Wow, if you’re so grossed out by his penis that you won’t give him a blow job, he should really dump your ass. Then there would be one more eligible man in the dating pool for me to meet.”

I gave my first blow job in high school. I was an underclassman, and he was a senior. As I think back on it now, about two decades later, I realize that in some ways our interactions had D/s undertones. We never dated, but we had an ongoing friendship that entire year. We’d hang out together at school, but he’d also walk me home a couple times a week, and on the way, he’d drag me into a cluster of trees where we’d make out and he’d give me hickeys. (He’d mark me. ) We went to a very small school, so if I had hickeys (or was wearing a turtleneck), people could quickly figure out through process of elimination who they’d seen me walking home with. I was good friends with a senior girl who was one of his best friends–they’d never dated. She quickly figured out what was going on, and was initially annoyed with him, because she thought he was corrupting me. Eventually she realized that I was the one who was asking him to walk me home most days, and tolerated it. He’d always teased and tempted me with the prospect of giving him a blow job. (Maybe there was some groping on our walks, I can’t remember for sure.) On the last day of school–the afternoon after graduation, actually–we got the opportunity. Our school hosted a graduation luncheon, and I was there, hanging out with my senior friends who had graduated. Champagne had been served (this was before the drinking age was raised) and we were all a little buzzed. He grabbed me, and dragged me into an out-of-the-way bathroom. I remember us making out, then he pushed me to my knees and unzipped his pants. (I don’t remember if I had ever saw his cock–or any guy’s cock for that matter–before this day.) I opened my mouth and started sucking. I was about 15, tipsy and inexperienced, so I’m sure it was probably a lousy blow job. That was actually the last day we ever saw each other. I moved shortly thereafter, and he went to a college far away. When I was college hunting, I took a day trip to his college’s town to visit another university. I looked up his name in the phone book, and for a few minutes I thought about calling him, but I got cold feet. I see his name from time to time, and think fondly about him. I imagine we may run into each other one day in the next couple of decades, and I suspect we’ll both smile and fondly remember our walks home and that graduation blow job in the bathroom.

Sad to say, I honestly don’t remember who was the recipient of my second blow job (but I have it narrowed down to a couple guys). I wasn’t promiscuous in high school, so there aren’t many candidates. It was only post-college that I really fell in love with blow jobs and cock worship. Now I can’t get enough of it, and I love a partner who enjoys oral worship.

To feel his hands in my hair or behind my neck, guiding my head, urging me to speed up or slow down.

To hear him talking to me, encouraging me, telling me in explicit detail how much he’s enjoying the feeling of my mouth on his cock and the visual of my lips wrapped around its head.

To smell him and his masculine aroma.

To slide my tongue and lips over his cock head and shaft, with its skin that is, at the same time, so smooth, soft and rock hard at the same time.

To suck each of his balls into mouth and roll them between my cheeks with my tongue.

To taste his cum and suck every last drop of it from him when it bursts forth.

To look up at him, eyes half closed in quiet satisfaction, and know that I made him feel that way.