Work fantasy

I am sitting in the studio and the important political personality is sitting across from me. It’s time for the “Big interview of the year” where the politician is going to speak out on political and personal matters and I have been selected to do this interview.
There is a studio audience and M is among them. In the pocket of his suit jacket there’s a remote control. One that is controlling a vibrating egg inside me. I am double nervous. Both because this is the first big political interview I am doing and because of the egg. What happens if the vibrations can be heard and the engineers start running around trying to find the fault!

But M and I have tested the egg and it’s soundless.
As I start the programme by saying all the necessary hellos, welcome, thanks to the audience and to the politician and everyone else and the first round of applause begins, I feel soft vibrations inside me. The egg is on the lowest speed and so far, it’s not freaking me out.

As the interview is progressing, the vibrations get more powerful. It is a great interview and during the long, but funny answers the politicians give and the questions from the audience, I can sit back and enjoy what’s happening inside me. This is so good and I feel really wet down there. The egg vibrates against my g-spot and the thought of M having the control and I can’t do anything about it, just turns me on even more. He’s making it vibrate in different ways. Long vibration, short ones. Changing the power because he knows it’s teasing me.

By the end of the interview, I am really close to coming and I have lost concentration. Now I feel a little freaked out and gather all my mental strength to say thanks for a great time and for coming to the studio.

As the applause breaks the short silence after my closing words, I come. Hard. I hold on to the chair and cheer with the audience and politician. That was really a great interview!

Midnight

It’s past midnight and I should have been in bed. I am really tired too, but suddenly felt so depressed I just had to write something before I did that. Depression totally suck and I do not recommend it. Your mind changes and you’re constantly in a negative mode. I’m usually quite a positive person, so this is something I am not used to. I get silly thoughts like I’d be better off dead, there’s no point to anything and I stop eating and can’t consentrate on what I am doing. Sometimes, I do wonder how many people would be upset if I decided to end it all. I mean truly upset and not just sad or sorry. Who would feel like they had an empty space in their life because I had disappeared. It’s not something I could do though. I think you either need to be too atention seaking, too creative/artistic and you have to have the exact right level of depression. I believe you can be too depressed to commit suicide and of course you can be too little depressed to do it. I also think the suicidal depression have to be mixed with anger and a special determination. You need a special combination of weakness and strength to take that big step. To decide that, “Hey, my life’s over now, I’m gonna go die and run away from my problems.” I think the worst bit about suicide are the few micro seconds before you die. You know it’s too late, fragments of your whole life is going through your conciousness and suddenly you find out that you don’t want to die. But it’s too late. You know that in a few microseconds your life is gonna be over. I believe this, because I once heard an interview with this guy on BBC world service who jumped off the Golden gate in San fransisco. Needless to say he survived, but he described that feeling of regret as he was falling. “As I was falling, I realised I had something to live for,” he said. I wonder if suicide victims, Victims? I don’t think they should be called victims, feel a sense of having lost against the world when they carry out there action.

When M and I were together and I felt a little down, you know like, normal down due to the weather being bad and stuff, and we were on the phone he used to say, “Don’t feel down I’m not there to hug you!” How I wish I just woke up in my warm bed right now and M was holding me, stroking my hair saying: “Honey, no need to be down, I’m here to hug you now.” or, “It’s all a bad dream. I never left you.”

It hurts badly. It feels like someone has taken a knife through my body and left it there with the shaft poking out the front, the sharp edge at the back and the blade slowly shredding me from the inside! I hope that once M’s got things sorted, he’ll know what he’s lost and come back to me. I wonder how I would respond if that would happen. I wouldn’t receive him with open arms. At least not before I’d had a long good serious chat with him.

Len is a star! she’s booked tickets for me to go to Norway next week, and I’ll stay for six days! It’s gonna be great. The tickets are a Christmas present for me. I am looking forward to seeing her again.

Never underestimate what good friends can do for you! I love my London friends and my Norway friends!

Ok, starting to feel sleepy now, so goodnight, good day, good morning depending on wherever in the world you are.

Back to work

I managed to go back to work today after two days of feeling horrible and sorry for myself. Two great days they were though if you don’t take into account that M split with me.

Tuesday evening I went over to HB and Miss C for dinner. We ordered an Indian take away and the first part of the evening HB was entertaining me by finding the most cheesy music channel on TV where they played Aqua, Spice girls and other track I am ashamed to say I liked as a kid. He critiqued me for not having behaved like a very depressed person. I spent most of that day, when I wasn’t using the g-twister that was, listening to hardrock and write in my blog. According to him, I should have eaten chocolate and listened to Celine dion! He’s just great! Then, because I hate it so much, he made me listen to the 83 different versions of “Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep” from Itunes, driving both me and Miss C crazy! The only torture I can think of which is worse than that, is being tied and gagged with a pear of headphones being forced to listen to Mariah Carey’s “Make it through the rain” on full blast, the only song that actually gave me a headache first time I heard it! They also put on South Park and some stand-up commedy which made me laugh till I cried.

It’s funny how, when you fall in love with somebody, you fall in love with a lot of things that concerns, or is part of that persons life. In this case, I have now fallen in love with the West coast Canadian and American accent, Loveline and the Adam Carolla show, M’s favourite shows, and a special appreciation for Canadian artists. Yeah, I know it’s kind of pathetic. Especially since I wasn’t a fan of the Adam Carolla show when I first heard it. But I did like him on Loveline, which he unfortunately is no longer co-hoasting.

Yesterday morning, I lay in bed listening to one of my recorded Loveline shows with Adam and Dr Drew. I just love that man! Drew I mean. He sound so…. caring! I wish I could talk to him about my problems, because when he answers questions from listeners, he does it in such a good way, it almost feels like he can solve anything! For those of you who don’t know Loveline, it is a show where Dr. Drew and Adam Carolla, up to two years ago, used to get phone calls from listeners asking different questions concerning love, sex and other things. Dr. Drew, a professional doctor, would answer the questions, while Adam would come with funny comments. I’m gonna have to go through all my Loveline recordings to see if anyone has any similar problems to me to hear what Dr. Drew says. So far, I’ve listened to two shows and from what I understand It will take him six months at least to get over, um, things? and me six months to get over him. I really hope something happens before that time. six months seems like an eternity!

Anyway, I really wouldn’t mind going for another Canadian or North American. the accent really is a turn on. How to find hot, sexy single Canadians and Americans in London, who have brains humour and a good personality is gonna be a challenge. Not because that’s rare for the guys over there, but finding that particular kind of guy in London I mean.

I spent the afternoon with HMF. Her flat is really gorgeous and I am hoping that I can move to that part of London soon. I live too far out and I don’t really like my neighbour hood all that much. We had a great time. We haven’t been friends for long, but I feel like I’ve known her for ages. Some people are just like that.

HB really is a sweet person. I can’t count the amount of times he’s come up to my desk, patted my shoulder and ask me if everything’s ok. There is also this girl, Baby G, whom I never felt I got on with before. She’s a nice girl, but somehow our personalities clash. Today however, the tone between us have been a lot better. Maybe we’re becoming friends?

It’s been a long day. Felt really horny when I woke up this morning, but no time for playing, so it’ll have to be tonight. That G-twister seriously does wonders! I used it yesterday while listening to Loveline. I responded better to it than the day before. Wondering how it will go today!

I’ve been thinking a little, and have decided to have a weekly thing where I write about fantasies. That’s one fantasy every friday!

/G-twister

I am feeling very restless, I’ve just been walking around tidying stuff in my flat all day without really being able to consentrate on anything, while chatting to my friends on msn.

I decided however, to try out the G-twister, the only toy I bought at Erotica which I haven’t tried yet. I was surprised I was even thinking about sex, but if nothing else, it was something I could pass the time with.

This toy is just amazing! Thanks so much to HMF for recommending it. I gave myself all the time I needed, because I have never really been patient enough to give myself a vaginal orgasm. I’m going to have to do something about that after having had one of my best orgasms without a partner ever with that G-twister.

Of course I was thinking about M while using it. How he made me crazy with his tongue circling my clit and one finger inside me to hit my g-spot while moaning how much he loves me into my vagina. I was imagining that best time we made love over and over again. He had just arrived from the bus stop and it was late in the evening. As usual we went crazy over each other when we met and it didn’t take very long before close where off and he had started fingering me. When I came, I straddled him and he started fucking me while I covered his face and lips with passionate kisses. Then, after a while he sat up and we heard a sound from the bed as if it would crack, so he stood up instead. He was still inside me as I wrapped my legs around his waste and my arms around his neck. Slowly he got down on the floor so that we were sitting facing each other. I still had my legs wrapped around him, and he penetrated me vigarously. “We’re one person.” he said between gasps of pleasure. “I know,”I gasped back.

Still fucking me, he layed me down on the floor and put all his weight on top of me. He was close to coming now as was I. The carpet felt rough under me, but the friction just added to the whole experience. As we both came together, my back arched up towards him. We moaned each others name and I love you! We didn’t remain on the floor. we were both starving, plus it wasn’t too comfortable. As I got up, he pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me passionately on the lips, tongue playing inside my mouth.
Ok, I’ve got to go. I don’t really feel any better emotionally, I don’t understand how it can be over so quickly!! Surely it’s not happening! I refuse to believe it! Hopefully dinner with HB and Miss C will take my mind off it for aa while. “Dear God, please don’t let HB talk about sex all the time.” Ok, that’s praying for a miracle and we all know miracles don’t happen very often.

Life sucks!

the last thing I feel like doing right now is writing. In fact the last thing I feel like doing is anything at all. In one day it just seems like the world has ended or it’s preparing to do so. And I can’t even write without using fucking cliches!

I am forcing myself to write this down though so that I can process my thoughts a little. Writing always helps for me. Not always to make me get totally happy again, but it certainly put things into a slightly different perspective.

Before I tell you what happened though, I need to finish the storry about M, Bee and me.

M and I had gotten really close friends by mid July and he was the only person who kept me sain during my rainy summer holidays back in Norway before my graduation. Before that though was the hen party for KJ where Bee was the made of honour. It was stranger and stranger seeing Bee again. she knew I had lots of contact with M, but I didn’t know at that time how much against that she actually was. So, the tone between us was quite good and it was a good party, only little comments from Bee’s friend Shelly who had joined her from Glasgow that remotely related to Bee’s sexlife with M just made me feel something, I don’t quite know what it was, but I still wasn’t clear about my feelings for M, just that I thought Bee was very lucky to be with him.

I got back to Edinburgh the day after the hen party, the day before Bee and Shelly would return. I immediately texted M to let him know I was back in the country. Him and I waere texting back and forth until he phoned me. We had quite a long conversation where, among other things he hinted to the fact that he wasn’t sure whether our type of friendship was right in relation to Bee. that surprised me as there was nothing between us but friendship, but this was also what gave me first indication of there possibly being something more.

Two days later, he text me and appologized for having behaved strangely on the phone that day and we kept texting as normal till my graduation day where he, among other people of course, was going to attend. It was a really good sermony and party after that. I had brought a lot of family from Norway, and they and my scottish friends were happily conversing with each other. He made a spontanious but good speech and I think it was then it started to dawn on me, although I wasn’t quite sure before Saturday when he kind of said it straight out that I had a big crush on him. I could go through how the texting went that day, but I don’t really have the energy. I did understand that it wasn’t just me who had feelings though although he was very indirect.

We put all the cards on the table Wednesday July 17th whenever he phoned me from his business trip. I was back in Norway then, so he had spent and absolute fortune on me. We spoke for about four hours about things and I said that he should never leave Bee for me. He agreed to that.And he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to leave Bee.

Three days after that, it was KJ and Mr. H’s wedding. I had had three days of being quite nervous about the whole thing because Bee and M were both gonna be there and I was wondering how we would all behave. I got there for the coffee as KJ just spontaniously had invited me to the wedding last minute. Apparently Bee’s speech had been a great success and I was happy for her. M was wearing a kilt and he looked damn hot in it! It was so hard not to just throw my arms around him and kiss him right there, but in stead we spent the night foot flurting and at some point we were holding hands, something we had to stop doing quickly in case anyone would see it. I got a good feel of that kilt though and it was a good excuse for letting my hand rest on his thigh.

We met up the next day as well for an afterparty at the bride and grooms place. It had been a nice wedding and they, the bridal couple I mean had both been very good looking. The afterparty was a little strange though. There was a wee tention between me, Bee and M. M and I kept on foot flurting when we got the chance to sit next to each other.

It was a very exhausting weekend emotionally, but it had been fun too. Good to catch up with other old friends that had been there. M and I couldn’t communicate propperly though, so we did it via emails, some of which were quite sexy!

After that weekend Bee and M started having serious arguments, and when I moved to London the next week, they were no longer living together. I had kept in touch with M all that time, but not with Bee. I don’t even think she wanted to speak to me. She was convinced I was trying to split them up, which wasn’t the case even though I did hope they would split up in a way. But M and I spoke a lot on the phone and he came to see me in London two weeks later. I have already written about that though, and many more sexy details of our relationship will be posted. I still love him lots and want to write it all down so that I can remember it.

I was the happiest little thing till about mid October till he phoned me and said that he needed a break. That things with me and him had happened too quickly after he split up with Bee and that he had to reconsider a lot of things in his life. I thought it was quite sensible in a way, although it hit me hard and I was sure I was going to lose him. He had a hard time too. He had moved across the world to be with Bee and his entire network was built up around her circle of friends. He had lost most of them and I knew that when he wasn’t seeing me, he was feeling quite screwed up. I drank a lot in the first few weeks after the conversation and had incoherent phone conversation to my best friend Len in Norway, who assured me that things were gonna be alright. Then, after too much drinking, panick attacks and evenings of hysteric crying, I finally got the GP to give me anti depressives, which had I not been on them now, I don’t know how I would have reacted to things. I got sleeping pills too. At least they keep me going at the moment.

It was good I had started them when I spoke to M on the phone yesterday. He told me that he wasn’t sure when he was going to have things sorted out, and that it was best that he didn’t have a relationship with me at the moment. He didn’t want me to be dragged along in his shit waiting around for whenever he was ready to start something. He said it could take a very long time. I am devestated about this, and wasn’t able to go to work this morning. I stayed in bed texting my closest friends telling them my life was fucked up and the HB invited me for dinner this evening. I’m gonna go see HMF tomorrow hopefully and Len is fixing some tickets for me so I can go stay with her for a week. I think leaving the country helps even though I am going to Malaysia soon. I just feel so shitty right now. I can’t describe it.

well done if you’ve managed to read this entire post all the way through without falling asleep. I’m afraid you’ll have to bare with me being fucked up at the moment, but will try to be slightly more entertaining in future posts. This is truly the worst things that happened to me though and although he didn’t give me hopes or said otherwise I can’t help but hoping for me and M to get back togetherw

The Naughty Angel

I think I have found the perfect blogname for myself. To people who don’t know me well, I can appear quite angelic with my blond curls and big blue eyes, but to those who know me, I am far from angelic. It does annoy me that people think I am so pure, but like everything in life, I guess it does have its advantages.

Yestarday can be described as a day of opposites. First I went to the Erotica show with Miss C and High Maintenance Femme, or HMF. She writes a really good blog that I will link here later. Miss C happens to be the girlfriend of my dear manager, who I affectionately call Horny Bastard, just because he is one of these people who think about sex 30 hours a day 10 days a week. He can get away with things I would shoot other guys for saying to me, like this conversation for instance.

HB: “Hello, how are you miss?” Me: “I’m ok, just a little tired.” HB: “I’ve got something you can swallow that should wake you up.”

Anyway, the Erotica show was great. It was the usual fuzz about two blind ladies getting in there, one having a guide dog, but once we got passed the guys at the door saying “We hope you will find some of the art sexually appealing,” it was quite good. We muddled our way through toy shop stands and an already huge crowd of people despite it having just opened for the day. I was quite excited and was planning to get some toys. The only toy I had had, was a rather slim vibrator from Ann Summers which had lasted only for a few weeks.

After some thought and looking around, I decided that I wanted something that could stimulate my g-spot and something else to stimulate my clit. Although I am lucky and come easily during both sex and mastrubation, I have never experienced the pleasure of squirting, something I am determined to do something about!

I decided on a toy called G-twist which the woman at the stand warmly recommended. HMF also said she had the same one at home and that it was absolutely great! It has a curvy point which hits the g-spot and a thing that will stimulate the clit as well. However, I bought an egg with adjustable speed for my clit.

We spent something like five hours there, but it didn’t feel that long. It was so much fun! There weren’t only toys there and we spent a long time looking at corsets for HMF. She looked hot in them and I kind of wanted one myself, but decided that this was my toy day.
Before we were leaving and I had managed to spend a couple of quid on loveballs and some bondage tapes, (we got 3 for 10 quid, so couldn’t refuse) I found a vibrator that was so intriguing to me I just had to get it. It’s called The Twist and shake, and looks like the Rabbit, only it doesn’t have the ears. Miss C and HMF got the same one. We all got it in pink! And then it was time to leave.

I set off for church happy and excited about all the toys I’d managed to get and just a little nervous that someone would catch me bringing a bag of sex toys to church. I do go to church every now and again, but only the once which have good bands playing and where the service often is interactive. I am a Christian, but that doesn’t mean I am not liberal and open minded.

I got a rush during the worship knowing that nobody knew what was in the bag under my chair. I felt like I had done something illegal and kept smiling to myself the whole time. Anyone who noticed probably thought I really really really enjoyed my worship!

I was exhausted when I got home that day, but I of course had to try the new toys. Greedy as I am, I decided to go for the double headed vibrator first. I don’t think that was a good idea. I think it takes a little getting used to and although I had put lube on both me and it, I wasn’t quite wet enough to enjoy it propperly. I came though, but it took a long time.

I loved the egg! It made me come as hard as only M has managed to do, and despite of being alone, I moaned loudly. I can’t wait to use it again!!

The G twister, I haven’t had a go at yet, but will do as soon as I get batteries.
My power decided to go out before I went to bed and I spent half an hour trying to flick the switch that would turn it back on, but with no luck. However, I was so exhausted I fell asleep even though I was worried that my fridge was gonna get warm and my food rotten before I managed to fix it. I was in luck though. When I awoke the next morning, my fridge was still coldish, and the power went on first thing when I flicked the switch

Oh my god, Just asked HB if he could get me some double a batteries when he was going to the shop. Him and Mr. C, a good friend. they didn’t believe me when I said it was for my DAISY player!!

Missing you!

M. It takes all I have not to pick up the phone and call you! I want to hear your voice telling me about your little daily life things. I wanna hear you laughing at my silly jokes and tell you about the little normal things I have done. I miss you like mad! Like I’ve never missed anyone before. And I wanna see you even more than I wanna talk to you on the phone. Just lean my head against your chest while you stroke my hair, hold your hand while watching TV. I love you! I miss you! and I don’t know for how much longer I can keep you out of my life, but I will give you space. Have to give you space.

How it all began

Ok, so I have really fallen in love with blogging. I probably, hopefully won’t get into the habit of writing two posts a day as the novelty of it all wears off, but hey, why donn’t spend all the time on it now while I can?

anyway, I wanna write about how it all began. With how I met my Canadian. I am still trying to find a good nick for him, but I haven’t come up with anything better than sexy, which really isn’t good enough to describe his personality, humour intelligence and all that. All names of people will of course be changed and places if I feel that that’s needed.

It all started when I got in touch with his girlfriend at the time who I’ll call Bee here. She got in touch with me because she was gonna be the made of honour to a girl from my homecountry who happened to be a mutual friend and wanted somehelp to write the introduction to the speech in our language, which I of course was more than happy to help her with. We had some mutual friends in scotland, which was where I lived at the time who had put her in touch with me. I was quite looking forward to meet her. I had heard a lot about her from my friend back home and I knew both her and her boyfriend by name.

So, one day after an exhibition, I had been there to cover it for radio and her work had a stand there, e went out for a meal to get to know each other and so that I could help her with the speech.

We hit it off right away and we were more interested in our conversation, food and wine than writing the speech. However, after a few glasses , I wrote down a few sentences that would introduce and finish the speech in my language and taught her how to pronounce them. She was quite good actually. We agreed to meet up a couple of weeks later and she was gonna bring her boyfriend so that I could meet him as well.

I noticed that there was something special about him the instant we met. I’m not talking about love at first sight. He was unavailable and happened to go out with a girl I rather liked. I think I had a slight crush on someone else at the time too, but can’t remember who, so it can’t have been a very significant one. The three of us went to one of the best Italian restaurants I’ve ever been to and the conversation was going well. After the meal, they asked me if I wanted to come to their flat for a few drinks. Me enjoying their company and having nothing planned for the rest of the day said yes and off we went.

I didn’t think about it so much then, but looking back at that afternoon and evening I realised how good the chemistry between him and I were. We were sitting next to each other all evening chatting. bee also joined in the conversation of course, but it was mostly him and I. I was quite drunk when I went home that night and very happy after a good night with people whose company I really really enjoyed. He text me first thing when I was on the train, saying how nice the evening had been and that he was looking forward to seing me next week when he was going to help me fix my computer.

After that evening, we were constantly having a conversation in one way or the other. We were either texting, emailing, on the phone and we even met up the week after he had been to fix my computer. He was gonna try fix something else on it that he hadn’t managed the previous week, but we spent most of the time just chatting and ended up going for dinner at TGIs. Still though, I don’t think I liked him that way, although I perhaps did in the back of my mind. At least I liked him well enough to think it was a real pity I was gonna move from scotland and that I couldn’t see him as much as I had had the pleasure of for the two weeks that I had known him.

The first time

It was late on Friday night, and he was going to arrive any minute. I was just sitting at home, reading a book, feeling quite tired after a business course I had been on and having just recovered from a massive hangover I had managed to inflict on myself as a result of drinking way too much during the previous night’s formal dinner. I couldn’t wait to see him. It had only been just over a week since the last time, but I had missed him every second of it. This time, we were going to spend quite some time together which excited me. I was also wondering how quickly we would have full propper sex. I had started on the pill again two the previous week, so I was ready for it.

He arrived at 10 PM and after having kissed me passionately sat down with me on my lap, opened the button on my jeans and put his hand in. “That’s greedy,” he said and kissed me again. We sat like that for a while and then got up to go to my bedroom. Our bodies were intertwined, something that is rather unpractical when you’re trying to walk around, but oh so much more exciting! We layed down and he pulled my jenas and nickers down. “You are greedy,” I said as he started fingering me.

but so am I.” He fingered me til I almost came, but I begged him to stop so that he could go have the shower he wanted due to his long journey to get to me and I could make us some dinner.

After dinner, we were both tired and decided to go to bed, although we both knew that sleep wasn’t exactly high up on our wishlist of things to do right then. It felt good to ly next to his naked body again. He somehow just makes me feel safe, like nothing can happen to me when he’s around. Nothing bad anyway. He started making me mad with his skilled fingers again. It felt so good I almost wanted to cry. Of pleasure of course. “I wanna feel you inside me”, I whispered. I had said it before, but this time I wanted it more than ever and I could sense that he wanted it to from the way he rubbed his cock against my thigh. “For real?” he asked. “For real,” I replied.
He put some lube on his fingers and added it to my already wet pussy. Then, Still kissing my throat and neck, he roled on top of me and reached down so that he could tease me by rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. I moaned. Impatient to finally feel him. He entered me slowly. It was a little painful cause I hadn’t had sex in a long time, ok, six months. Still it felt good and he slowly made his way deeper and deeper inside me. Although still a little painful, it felt amazing. He moved slowly at first and then faster and harder. We held onto each other very tightly moaning each others names while kissing each other wherever we could reach from that position. Our bodies seem to be crafted to fit each other. We were like one person. I moaned louder as his thrusts got harder and more vigarous. This was also new to me. My previous partners were not all for moaning so I had had to do my best to keep quiet while having sex with them. It was good though not to have to restrain myself. Good to know that he loved the moans that it drove him to move even harder and faster. Telling me that I was way too irresistable when I moaned like that.
We came and lay there getting our breath back. He on top of me. “That,” he said, “Was indescribable. You really are amazing.”
He rolled off me and we fell asleep that night in each others arms. I hadn’t felt as good and happy as I did just then in a long time.

Office fantasy 1

I’ve had this office fantasy about me and Sexy. I think I may find a better nick for him at some point, but Sexy will do for now.

I fantasize about being in his office while he’s working. Sitting under his desk in front of him while he’s doing something important. Making a phone call or something. Stroking him through his trousers. Feeling his cock harden under my strokes. Opening his trouser and sticking a hand down his boxers. He’s hard for me. Starting to stroke more vigarously. Bending down so that my face are inshes away from that beautiful cock just waiting for me to put it in my mouth. Stick it carefully between my lips. Start licking him. My tongue circling the head while still working on the shaft with my hand. Feel him get slightly tense in his chair. Lick his entire cock so that it gets wet and slippery. Putting that whole delicious thing in my mouth to get it truely lubricated. Suck hard on the head again while my hand squeezes his shaft stroking in different ways to make it all more exciting for him. Then, feel that he can’t hold it any longer and have to put his phone call or whatever he’s doing on hold so that he can truely enjoy my wet hungry mouth. And then as he come, thrusting his hips forward. His warm come in my mouth and he leans back happy, satisfied and thank me for a job well done.