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Starfishing can serve a purpose but there comes a point when you just can’t stay still anymore. At least there should come a point. No such luck.

Laying there, a lifeless body, Lynne just never seems to get into it. What was he doing wrong? Why didn’t she enjoy sex, with him? And Warren was convinced it was himself that was the issue, not her. After all, she had been with nearly the entire football team prior to hooking up with him. She must have been better than this.

He tried everything he could think of. All the techniques from “How To Give Her An Orgasm Every Time”. The girl at the book store said it was the best and that he would have his girl begging for more in no time. Boy was she wrong! He was sure she was still laughing at him for buying the damn thing. Come to think of it, there was quite a bit of dust on it. No matter, he was beginning to think nothing would help anyway.

A few weeks later they attended a party, a little housewarming party for Lynne’s friends Pam and Jeff. They seemed like an odd pairing to him. She had been a cheerleader in high school, now in her second year of Holistic Studies at the local community college. He had been president of the chess club, editor of the school paper, and was now working towards his law degree. Very different, but they did seem to get along rather well. Then again he and Lynne also seemed to get along quite well, and they did, everywhere except in the bedroom.

The drinks were flowing and everyone was having a great time. The conversation turned towards sex, as it often does, and the topic of the famed 69 position came up. He was for it, of course. Any position that allowed him pleasure was good, if he could be pleasured while pleasuring his girl, even better. The guys all agreed. Pam thought differently.

“How can I relax and enjoy Jeff’s mouth teasing me while I’m supposed to be concentrating on sucking his cock? It’s like starfishing, it can’t be done. I either stop what I’m doing all together or start doing it with such force he tells me to stop and slow down, to watch my teeth. I go at him hard because I’m trying to force my own orgasm from it. It doesn’t work well.” Pam stopped and giggled nervously as she realized the intimacies she had just shared with her friends.

Then something unexpected happened when Lynne chimed in with her opinion.

“I feel the same way when I am with a man doing that position. It doesn’t do it for me at all. Now, make the man a woman and I am all for it!”

Warren was shocked, as were the rest of the partygoers. Everyone it seemed, except for Clarissa. A light blush crept across her face and she was unable to look up at Lynne. Lynne was certainly able look at her though, and with a saucy little grin she did.

Suddenly it all became so clear.

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She Sucks

To be honest, I don’t know why I even let her do it. She is really rather horrible. Not her personally, Katie is great. Everything else… is great.

She is beautiful, fun, smart, and sexy as all get out. She makes me laugh like I never have before, full belly laughs and giggles. Giggles, from me, and often at the oddest of times. She has a way of looking at the world that also makes me see it in a new way when I am with her. She even likes football, the Cowboys unfortunately, but still.

My favorite time is when we spend Sundays together, just the two of us. We stay in bed all morning enjoying each other and taking time for a long slow fuck, or three, before finally getting up to face the world. Most weeks we go for brunch at a little diner around the corner, though some days she will make us her special stuffed french toast with pecans and warm maple syrup. Sundays sure beat the weekdays when we both have to be up and out of the house well before 7:oo. There is no time for taking it slow on those days. Often times we can’t even manage to grab a bite of breakfast let alone squeeze in a little quickie.

Katie is pretty fucking fantastic. She just can not suck cock.

All the coaching and practice had made no difference. Not the slightest bit of improvement. I even sent her and her friend Roxanne to one of those classes at the local adult store, Cocksucking 101. I had been sure it would help. I was wrong. I just can’t understand why she is not getting any better at it. What is the problem?tongue-sexy-ice-cream-dripping-cock-sucking-erotic-art

She is enthusiastic, going all out, sucking and licking… maybe it’s the licking. It’s like she thinks my cock is some big ice-cream cone that’s melting in the sun and she needs to lap it all up before it drips and makes a big mess everywhere. Ironic really, since that is exactly what I want to do.

There needs to me more tenderness, more desire in it. When a woman’s mouth is around my cock, I want to feel like she is taking her time to explore and pleasure me. I also want her to find her own pleasure in doing it. If I know she does not find pleasure in it, it is hard to enjoy it myself.

I used to think the ice-cream analogy was a good one. Not so much it seems. There is no pleasure in being in a rush to lick something up to keep it from dripping and making a mess all over you. It feels like what I can only assume a dog lapping up his dish of water after chasing squirrels all afternoon would feel like. Me, of course, being the dish and she the dog.

Did I just say she was a dog? No, she is not a dog. Most definitely NOT a dog.

Katie is the most beautiful goddess I have ever laid eyes on. Long raven hair, green eyes, and warm olive complexion. Perky breasts, long legs, and a firm ass. Mmm, that ass of hers. I could spend hours worshipping that ass. When she is bent over in front of me those two dimples right above her butt, she calls them her princess dimples… divine. Truly divine.

But why, oh why, can she not get this cock sucking bit down?

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