This friend, I admire greatly. She was a bit of a late bloomer, more of a student of sex than a true participant. She was well-read and eager to practice. That's where college came in. And I was thrilled for her. It worked out rather well for me, too.
After all, she taught me all her secrets of giving good head. She taught me the technique of the endless blow job. She is one of the reasons that my man ADORES me today. Yes, I owe this friend A LOT.
Well, when she told me about the novel, I was tempted to pick it up. I still may. It's simply that a few thoughts have occurred to me, recently, as we work through this new sexual awakening we are experiencing. We have been watching quite a bit of porn.
And though I have been a late bloomer in that department. I have now experienced lots of DVDs and lots of online porn. I feel that gives me adequate experience to say that I don't want to fuck like a porn star. I really don't. My sex with my man is soooo much better than these movies.
Why, just last night, we watched a movie where the chick was deep throating and looked and sounded like she was choking. While her face wore a fake smile, her eyes bespoke her true feelings. She was not enjoying her work at the moment.
In fact, the more I study, the more convinced I am that most of the chicks in these porns are not truly enjoying their work. They seem to be faking it. They are plenty vocal, but I'm not convinced. And I love the sex I'm having.
We are mostly spontaneous. We go at it with pure abandon. We are passionate. We are playful. We know all of each other's special spots, favorite things. Oh, but we keep finding new joys, new likes.
Why just last night, he discovered why women love vibrators. We planned our next purchase. There is a vibrating cock ring in our future. And we can't wait.
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