Posted by Meme on: March 12th, 2007 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: ass, blogs, blowjob, erotica, interview, playboy, sex.

I know it’s been a bit quiet around here lately. I recently went back to work full time and between that, girlspoke and my so-called personal life I haven’t given Dirtyspoke the attention it deserves.

So, what’s been going on? Well, last week I had the pleasure of going on the air with Ilyana Lanai, the winner of the Sex Blog Awards. She did a great job and the boys seemed to really like her. Her blog is definitely a must-read. It’s not necessarily a sex blog in the sense that she doesn’t write erotica but more so commentary on life mixed with sexiness. It’s very real and frank, just the way I like it.

Take a listen to the audio from that show.

This morning I read an excerpt from Madeline in the Mirror, an amazing blog I love to read and think everyone should. Unfortunately I was not on my game and kept tripping on my own tongue. It quickly digressed into a jabbing session at Meme. I wish I hadn’t done so horribly because it was a complete injustice to Madeline poetic and masterful writing.

The excerpt I tried to read was hot…

My fingers reached for his right nipple and gave it a tweak. He growled and threw my legs up over my head, diving in with his tongue. He doesn’t give the best head in the world, but he is earnest. He is, I think, a little obsessed with making me squirt, and I need more than two minutes of stimulation before that pulling and milking becomes a fun thing to do.

I kept his face there, showing him how I liked my clit played with–how the flicker-fast, barely touching hits of myfingerhistongue make my eyes roll back and my hips push up.

Finally I let him put his fingers in me. Just two. Or maybe three.

“God, I love that sound.”

He was up to the third knuckles on his huge fingers and I was growling, opening.

“Rub my. . . my. . . my clit. . . with your. . . uh. . . tongue”

I meant to say “thumb.”

He plunged his face down excitedly.

“No, no, no, I meant your thumb. Like this.”

He got it. Hallelujah.

“Shit, baby.”

I spread my knees wider and grabbed my tits as my back arched. His hand, wet with me, slid up my thigh, over my hipbone and all the way to my mouth. I took the fingers, one by one, sucking them clean.

“You do that so well.”

I was on my side. He was on his knees. It only followed that I curl underneath him and suck on something else.

I took his cock between my lips. I nursed on it like a baby. I slid it to the back of my throat and licked the underside up to his balls. I gurgled and he sighed. I looked up at him, blissfully watching his cock slide into my mouth as I grinned.

I think that often people misinterpret what constitutes a good blow job. I think people worry that they don’t suck cock fast enough or deep enough or porny enough. I’ll fess to head-shaking, ass-fingering, spit-sucking face fucks and gagging on a certain cock while its owner holds my skull flush with his groin until I pound the mattress and blow snot. But here’s the thing: I like long, slow, deep, soft wet blowjobs that last for three days. Enjoy that reference if you got it.

That’s when I’m in control. I let him fuck my face, but I made him do it slowly. I put his cock down my throat. I made his breath shake and his dick throb and his balls pull up and his mouth gasp, “Unnh, baby, I’m gonna come.”

“You’re going to come on my face,” I hissed, my hand on his shaft, thumb milking his dickhead as he covered my cheeks and hair.

I wish I had been able to finish it. Maybe my tongue is just out of practice.

I owe you one Madeline.