October 3, 2007

This post was inspired by a new blogging acquaintance, (can I say friend?), drunk american. He posted Thing About Oral Sex on his Drunken Dialogue weblog and it brought up all kinds of thoughts and remembrances for me.

I never used to like giving oral sex. I didn’t see any benefit to me. Yes, I know that’s a selfish attitude to have but that was the truth. I also had a very bad experience with one man that turned me completely off to blowjobs. He held my head down and I couldn’t breathe. He wouldn’t let go. Eventually I just bit him! He deserved it.

Anyway, from that point on I never wanted to give a guy a blowjob. I never really liked it before, and that was the last straw. In over 14 years of marriage, my husband rarely got that from me and absolutely never to completion. I wasn’t afraid he would hurt me but I was so turned off by the experience that I had absolutely no interest.

Enter my Logan.

A couple of years ago I started experimenting sexually. I’ve written about a few of my experiences already. This man I met, my Logan as I now call him, the man that became my lover and eventually the owner of my heart, changed so much for me. One of those things was overcoming my aversion to oral sex.

He put me at ease. He never expected or insisted on anything including oral sex. He always let me choose when, where and what we would do. Not that he didn’t make suggestions, he made some great suggestions. My husband was part of the planning until our separation but still, I was always in control.

That make a huge difference!

When a woman is made to feel that she has to perform oral sex because it is her duty to her husband/boyfriend, because he wants and enjoys it, or because she’s being controlled, she loses any real desire and therefore any chance of ever enjoying it herself. I’m a strong, independently minded woman, and I just refused to do it.

“Take me or leave me but you’re not getting a blowjob.”

That was my attitude…until Logan. He’s the only man I’ve ever wanted to get down on my knees for. I got such a thrill out of his reactions to what I was doing. He’d tell me how good it felt and how great I was at doing it. I liked it so much I asked him to teach me how to do it better. He’s told me there’s only been one other woman that ever gave him a blowjob as good as I do. Wow! To think I never used to like doing that.

Just by being respectful, giving me control and encouraging my efforts he taught me how to enjoy oral sex. We taught each other many things, sexually speaking. We tried many new things together, too. The last two years have been a veritable sexual circus for me, and he was my partner on the flying trapeze.

Ahhh…the feeling of exhilaration when you can let go and you know your partner is holding you, you know you’re safe and he’ll bring you back down where you started leaving only the joyful feeling of having flown.

Logan gave me wings. He taught me to fly. He let me fly with him.

Now he’s gone.

Earthbound. Wings clipped.

Just me…Marissa

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