“I’m cold.”

If there’s one thing you should know about me, it is that I’m always cold. I sleep with about three blankets during the winter, and often wearing a sweatshirt. I much prefer the summer months when I can lounge around in next to nothing instead of bundling up in multiple itchy layers. My skin screens for sunlight.

He pulled me closer in response, running my arms and wrapping himself around me. I love fucking…but I love snuggling as well. Being pulled again him, his breaths tired and deep, was making me shiver…and not from the cold.

I kissed his lips softly and he opened his eyes, looking into mine. I’m a romantic girl and his stare made me melt. I felt myself start to grow wet as his legs rubbed mine and he kissed me deeply. His fingers ran through my hair, pulling my lips closer to his own.

Pulling away, he looked deeply into my eyes again, his fingers still entwining in my curls. Slowly, he began to push. I knew what he wanted, and I began to salivate.

Why? Because, simply put, I love his cock. I love pleasing him, so I allowed him to push my head under the covers as he peeled off his boxers with his free hand.

My gasp caught in my throat as he forced his cock into my mouth, using his grasp my my hair to push my head down until I was taking it in completely. My eyes began to water as I sucked, suppressing the urge to gag. I rubbed the head of his penis against the back of my throat and he moaned with pleasure

I began to bob my head, wiggling my wet tongue up and down the shaft and allowed him to direct me with firm hands on my head. He moaned again as I moved to his balls, gently, carefully sucking and licking. He grabbed my ass, spanking and groping, which made my pussy even wetter. Tonight, he was having his fun with me…and nothing makes me hotter. I was his sex toy, his goddess, his whore.

He began thrusting hard into my cheek and I knew he was close. I left my mouth off of his cock and looked into his eyes.

“Cum for me. I can’t wait – I want to taste you nooooow,” I whispered before plunged onto his throbbing cock, taking him in all the way and sucking hard. He grunted and I felt him shoot into my mouth again and again.

I continued to suck as I felt his body relax. Slowly, I pulled him out of my mouth and licked the remaining come from the tip of his penis. He pulled me up to him and kissed me, tasting himself of my lips.

Blow jobs can be so very romantic. There are few thing I love more. *heart flutters*

Perhaps I’m not the authority on this subject. After all, I don’t have a penis. I don’t know how it feels.

That said, I’ve never had complaints. And, I’ve gotten a lot of requests. So, I must be doing something right. I know that not every girl out there likes to give head. Ladies, change your ways. You can learn to enjoy it…or at least tolerate it. The fellas in your life want blow jobs. Humor them occasionally! Here are my five important steps to a better blow job:

1. Learn to swallow. Swallowing cum is hard; I won’t deny that. Talk to any guy through, and they’ll tell you that yes, they like to cum in your mouth. It just feels better. At the least, allow your man to cum in your mouth and then spit it out if you have to. Over time, however, you’ll learn to swallow, and it won’t be a big deal anymore.

2. Move your tongue around. If you’re just doing a little head bobbin’, it gets kinda boring. Give him full benefits of your wet, hot mouth – lick, slurp, suck, and constantly mix it up.

3. Let him know you’re alive and enjoying yourself. I get it – some girls don’t like to suck a cock. I can appreciate that. HOWEVER, if you constantly tell your boyfriend that you hate sucking cock, how do you think that will make him feel? Imagine him continually saying, “I really hate licking your pussy. It sucks. It is so gross.” That’s a confident booster, huh? You don’t have to pretend that you love giving head, but give it your best effort to like it a little. And, while you’re giving head, let him know that you’re having fun and that you’re turned on by his huge, hard dick. Moan, look into his eyes, and suck that dick greedily. You have to want it.

4. Don’t ignore the balls. Some guys are more sensitive than others, so definitely be careful. No teeth, please. Some girls, though, forget that the balls are there. Gently sucking or licking a guy’s balls can lead so some of the most intense pleasure possible for a guy. While you’re sucking his shaft, you can also use your hands to carefully fondle them.

5. Suck hard. While most guys will ask that you don’t use your teeth, you don’t have to treat his penis like it’s made of glass. Watch how he strokes himself sometime – he’s probably fairly rough with his cock. I’ve never had a guy complain that I’m sucking too hard…they love it. The harder, the better. Pretend that you’re sucking on a thick milkshake through a straw – yes, you should be sucking that hard.

How do you feel about these tips? Is there anything you would add or remove?

“Someone will see you.”

“So what?” I dropped my shirt the the ground and kicked my skirt across the blue carpet. The city was alive at night, and the Marriott overlooked Philadelphia’s Market Street, where ants in cars hurried back and forth to dead-end jobs and dinner parties and kids’ dance recitals. With all of the hurrying, the large white flakes of snow were simply joining the gray slush on the ground. I already missed the glistening icy fields at home as I stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass window, watching the slush. Philadelphia is a dirty city in the winter.

He kissed my neck from behind, already rugged breath in my ear, already hard cock pressed into my back. “Someone will see you,” I teased.

“So what?”

I pressed my forehead against the glass and it felt cold against my skin. His strong arms wrapped around my waist. “Come to bed, sweetheart,” he said.

“No,” I breathed, the warmth creating a cloud of mist on the glass. “Right here is fine. Its an amazing view.”

His hands, large and rough, worked down my sides, playing with my lacy black panties before slipping them off. I stood at the window, leaning back, resting on the coffee table while he worked down my abdomen with kisses before parting my lips and inserting one finger, carefully, slowly. My breast overfilled my lowcut, lace bra, revealing perked perfect nippled at that angle. I gasped as his tongue trailed down until finally finding my waiting clit. I shuddered. He suckled, gently.

The soft moon and harsh hotel light twice-lit our faces, mine with eyes closed and lips parted slightly, writhing in pleasure and his focused, motivated, chin dripping with my juices.

“Fuck meeee” I couldn’t hold out much longer. I was going to cum, and I wanted to do it all over his thick, hard cock.

“Not yet,” he smiled, continuing to explore my pussy with his fingers as I moaned.

“Oh God, Oh shit. Fuck me nooooow.”

“Say please.

“PLEASE! Please fuck me nooooow,” I gasped.

In one swift motion he flipped me over and pushed me down against the coffee table. My head to the side, I could see our reflection in the window. His jeans around his ankles, his boxers pulled down below his ass, and his cock working, filling every bit of me, making me scream with every thrust.

“Don’t stop,” I screamed, and suddenly I was cumming, gushing, orgasming all over his shaft. He didn’t stop.

“Cum for me, my little bitch,” he said, smacking me ass, grabbing my waist to pull himself completely into me every time. “Fucking cum again, bitch.”

Weak, sweaty, I leaned against table, my pussy still fluttering. He pulled out and led my to the bed, pushing me onto my back, and kissing me, his lips still tasting like my juices. “Fucking cum again.” He whispered.

He reached down and began playing with my asshole, first with one finger, then with two, then slipping his slick cock inside. I moaned, low, at the pain and pleasure as he began thrusting again, playing with my clit with one hand, and pulled up in harder and harder with the other. Before I knew it, I was on the edge again, and by his grunts, I could tell that he was close too.

“Cum all over my hand, do it,” he commanded, and my pussy obeyed. I came to a screaming orgasm, as I felt him shudder and start to cum deep inside my ass. He pulled out and fell on the bed beside me, both of us exhausted.

…

“Do you smoke?”

“No,” I said, as I lit a cigarette, my wet, freshly showered hair falling on my naked shoulders. The ants below us were still rushing, trying to get to their destination a little faster. Philadelphia is a dirty city.