Staying Grounded


I am going to start this blog post with a jump into The Way Back Machine. Early in my life my mother would sooth my discomforts with what I now call Mothering. If I had a tummy ache, she would place a hot water bottle on my stomach and sit next to me and caress my forehead while giving me soft and slow affirmations. Those slow gentle strokes would put my body and mind at ease. Later as a young adult, I had a girlfriend that loved to touch and caress. And she did touch and caress. But it was not soothing and calming like my mother’s. It did not take me long to realize the difference.
My mother would never loose contact with my skin. Either a long slow stroke in one direction and then a slightly faster trace back to the start and a long slow stroke or a stroke in one direction then a hand on a spot while she lifted off with the first hand and returned to the top to start again. Knowing that I enjoyed this technique, I adapted it myself and would practice the down and back whenever I caressed someone.
Years later in a discussion with a massage therapist friend, I learned that the constant contact was taught in massage school. The logic is that when if you break contact, the person you were touching loses where your hand is. And then when you reintroduce your touch it is a shock to them. So a good massage therapist will always have a light touch on your body.
You are asking yourself, “Self where is Mr. B going with this?” Here is where Mr. B is going. During a make out session, you are kissing on the neck below the left ear. You want to give the other side some attention. Rather than lift off and move to the other side, try this. Kiss, kiss, blow a soft whisper along the neck and jaw as you slowly shift to the other side. Stop along the way and plant a butterfly kiss on the chin, lips or throat then whisper your way to your target.
If the whisper is not your thing, keep the tip of your nose in contact with the jaw as you drift over. Or mix it up. Whisper a little, nuzzle some, whisper some more… you get the idea.
Earlier I mentioned the use of the other hand my mother would employ. So same scenario, you are kissing the neck below the left ear. You want to switch to the neck on the right. Before you end your kiss on the left, work a hand into the hair of your lover. Get your fingers all tangled up in that hair. Now gently tug the hair as you release that kiss. Hold the tug, stop by and kiss the lips then land on the neck on the right side. Now release the hair and begin kissing that neck. You never lost contact. Your lover never had to wonder what you were going to do next. They stayed lost in the mood you have created for them.
I promised Amber that I would make this post about the whisper kiss. And while I have mentioned the whisper kiss, that is not really the jest of this post. If you have never practiced the whisper kiss, it is simply a light blow from a small opening in your mouth, form you lips like you are going to whistle, but blow much more softly. If you drink tea, you already have the technique down.
How do you employ it? How about, you are actively engaged in eating her pussy. Her toes are curling, her stomach is clenching, an orgasm is on the rise. Connect the tip of your tongue with her clit and whisper a kiss. Repeat this for the next 3-4 times she is about to climax before you let her release. Waves of orgasms are your reward. Or, you are sucking his cock. He is throbbing and pulsing. Let the cock out, and whisper from the base of the head to the balls and back to the head. Wrap your lips around the head and suck to completion.
I have used the whisper kiss on her nipples, her clit, down her spine, up her thigh, across her forehead and on her neck, never have I not been pleased with the results.
Give it a try.


An Email, a Promise, a Date,…. and a Threat?


An Email

I had replied to Brian’s posting looking for a sexual partner.  What I wanted was a man as attached as I was, who would never ask me or expect me to leave my husband’s side.  Someone who would care not for me, but for the earthly pleasures I was willing to engage in.  In all honesty my sexual experience had been limited to one person, and I had never tried anything other than the “missionary” position.  (I know?!, Crazy, right?!!)  Truth is I have(had) a preference for that position because it was the only position that did not hurt.  (you see, My husband is extremely large, I mean way above average, and I’m petite)

“Having a large penis is like having a Hummer Limo, I mean it looks cool and everything,  but what’s the point of having one if you can’t park it anywhere??” -@weirdassbritt

…Back to topic, sorry I tend to get sidetracked. LOL

Brian’s reply did not come right away, he made me wait a whole day, before I heard from him!!.  After that, we emailed regularly for about a week, asking questions about everything and anything, like our favorite color, one’s addiction to candy, the others’ love for cooking and growing stuff, by that I mean herbs, like garlic or thyme, not “herbs”!!!.

A Promise

I found out Brian did not like smoking, and that he had traveled all over the world, we exchanged one or two spicy emails about what he liked sexually ,he liked oral, and he liked giving(okay?), and he very confidently promised that he would make me come on oral alone (yeah, right!).  I knew how to give oral….. I…uhm,… liked it, ….sort of, truthfully…. I hadn’t done it enough to actually have a clear idea of whether I liked it or not.  The more we emailed, the more I wanted to know about him, and the more anxious I was to meet him; luckily..

A Date

…He was anxious to meet me too!!, we exchanged pictures, his was tiny, but he looked cute.  Mine, was decent, I don’t like my pictures.

And lucky me! Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale was going starting that week.  We decided to meet Monday, around 7pm and go shopping, he asked! (I promise it was his idea), we agreed to get a couple of lingerie pieces that I would model for him. I was all nervous and excited, and of course scared.  The only way to be less scared, was to know more, for me to know more I would have to ask, and I did! I asked away, however, There was a question I asked several times, that he avoided.  I didn’t think anything of it, because I had been spitting out so many questions, I was sure he had missed that particular question, several times(?), So on the Sunday, before our meeting, I asked once more…

A Threat??

-So!, What do you do for a living?

His reply -I could tell you, but I would have to kill you…. wth?!

I. Didn’t. Sleep. That. Night!  I mean, I’m only a girl, about 4’11”  100lbs about to meet a man about 6′ who is also close to 170lbs! I was scared!.  At the same time, I looked at his picture, and emails over, and over, and in my mind he couldn’t possibly be a bad man.  Could he?…

So Monday at 7 I was wearing a pink halter top, tight jeans, and pumps, calling him to let him know I was on my way…