Showing posts with label blowjobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blowjobs. Show all posts

Friday, May 27, 2016

Wax on, whacks off

Re: @yvettestjames blowjob class: "I already knew HOW, but it's like knowing how to fight & then getting a chance to train with Mr. Miyagi."

Better living through blowjobs

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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

No dick left behind

So weird, I was just thinking the other day that I should take some sort of class to improve my skill set and better myself, to bring more value into my life and, really, into the world.

So I guess this came (heh) into my life at exactly the right time. It's like the Serendipity of blowjob classes... It's Serendickity. (I'll stop now.)

Fellatio Fundamentals with Yvette St. James: 

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Blowjob interns.

And with her first sentence, Gillian Flynn basically dares me not to devour this book in one sitting. (It's a standalone short story, so it's only 62 pages, but still.)  Also, I am terrible at handjobs, because they put the "dick" in "ridiculous." You HAVE hands. I have a mouth. It's WAY better. My hands are like my mouth's slacker interns -- they help my mouth along and fetch it coffee and stuff, but we don't trust them with the really important projects.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Feminist as fuck.

Last night I went to Margaret Atwood's booksigning at the Philly Free Library. Look at me, all feminist and intellectual and shit. Classy as fuck, right?

Um, yeah, leading up to the event, I was having this hilar-balls group text with friends...

Friend 1: "What kind of classes should I teach at the sex boutique besides oral sex?"
Friend 2: "Something about body confidence in the bedroom? Toys, why to use them, different ways to incorporate them."
Me: "Confidence for sure. Maybe consent? Intro BDSM? Handjob Blandjob?"
Friend 1: "I'm the WORST at handjobs!"
Me: "That's because they're not a real thing."
Friend 1: "That's shit you do on your own. I'll never be as good."
Me: "Right? I hired you to use your mouth. I HAVE hands."
Friend 1: "I could probably teach a class about how to incorporate toys into coupled sex."
Me: "Yes. Because I have no idea. Well, wait... There was that one time. But nothing I did with that asshole counts. (To be clear, I did nothing to his asshole. He was just a shithead who brought a toy.)"
Friend 2: "I like giving handjobs...but only if they don't take forever."
Friend 1: "I'm terrible at them, hate doing them, always have, always will."
Me: "I like a happy man who's not looking to put things in my butt. If he needs a handjob, I'll DO it, but I just feel like I could be more useful."
Friend 2: "Agreed, but sometimes my knees are sore and I need to change it up. (Sorry, is this too much?)"
Me: "Yes, we clearly have a "too much" threshold. :) Also, my hands and wrists are FUCKED from phone/computer use, so handjobs hurt, AND I'm bad at them."
Friend 1: "Handjobs take forever. At least with a blowjob I can incorporate my hands to give my mouth a rest. I'm hardly ever on my knees. I just move around if I'm uncomfortable."
Friend 2: "Eh, sometimes they take forever, sometimes not. And I prefer BJs, and prefer my knees (good angle for all involved)."
Me: "Anyone else really want dick now? (Now, see, THAT's too much.)"
Friend 2: "I do. Husband should thank you both. (I see your 'too much' and raise you.)"
Me: "Ha! You're welcome, Husband."
Friend 1: "Boyfriend will also be benefiting from this conversation."
Me: "Meanwhile, I'm at a feminist booksigning. No dick in sight."
Friend 2: "Maybe there will be literary dick?"
Me: "Heh. Maybe. Or bar dick afterward."