I have discovered a new HBO show. Let me begin by saying that I don’t really watch tv so much as I use it for background noise. What Luke and I like to watch we record on the DVR and watch together. And that, as I’ve mentioned before is an embarrassing array of reality shows. Our two favs being Intervention and Canada’s Worst Driver… one I’ve talked about before and the other… well it’s just too funny AND I want to do all the little tasks they set for them. I think it would be great fun. But anyway, Luke and I were sitting up late and flipping through channels being couch potatoes and since nothing appealed to our senses we decided to laugh at the porn they play on movie channels late at night on weekends. But then that proved too too boring and the woman star had only a single square patch of hair above her clit like a Hitler mustache and the whole thing was just too funny/bizarre and it started making me gag soooo we switched to the other “adult” themes show which turned out to be, Cathouse. The show is about a whorehouse in Nevada called the Bunny Ranch.
And how cool is legal prostitution? GREAT idea, I’ve always thought. As long as people have not gone extinct, there will be selling and buying of sex. So it’s really kind of idiotic to outlaw it. By legalizing it, you can give sex workers a union and a health plan (if you don’t like in the awesomeness that is Canada) and keep them and their customers safe and free from exploit. And you have new taxable professions! Win-win I tells ya! This, I think, is one of those areas where “morality” has kicked common sense to the curb. I mean, plenty a man and woman has slept with or done sexual favors for this and that certain return. Sex has been used as barter goods always. What’s wrong with making it a bit more official? Tons of people use sex to get where they are going… and if you are really good at sex and enjoy it, why not be a sex worker? I imagine it can be rewarding in its own way.
True, it’s not for everybody… but then again brain surgery isn’t for everyone either… and not every person can handle being an accountant… but it’s naive to imagine that in this day and age every sex worker out there is an addict or being used and manipulated by someone. Yes many are and much of that is due to it being an illegal profession but many sex workers actually enjoy their work and find it empowering like any of us who enjoy our chosen careers.
The only thing that bugged me was the fact that the owner of the place slept with most of the girls and the girls that slept with him got extra perks. That was sleazy. If the profession is going to be legalized, and if the sex workers are given the power to choose the John, then there still has to be a sexual harassment clause among coworkers and employer/employee. Sounds hypocritical right? If it is ok to trade sex for money, why not trade it for other favors? I think my issue with it is the lack of structure and also the power dynamic. It’s one thing to get paid for providing a service, it’s another thing to get a promotion for sucking dick.
And speaking of providing a service… I had a WONderful morning providing my own brand of services. I woke up this morning from a bad dream. Luke was already up so I snuggled up to him and asked him to tell me a story. He began telling me a really nice story complete with silly voices for different characters and then about half way through his voice took on that husky sexiness it has when he is Daddy and the story’s Daddy and little girl became us which was so cute! Annnd before I knew it he was fingering me and then I was over his lap for a playful hand spanking and then he pushed me off and down to his dick where I spent the next hour or two.
I love sucking his cock. I kid you not, it totally satisfies me. And not just sexually. Among all things sexual that we do together and I do for him, sucking him off is my most favorite thing. It gives me that certain sensation of being subservient that I crave and makes me happy. It’s about giving pleasure… or rather being used to derive pleasure, being an instrument of pleasure, a place for him to jerk off. And whether I am on my knees or on bed kneeling between his legs or on my back with him fucking my mouth while straddling my face… something about positioning of genitalia and face gives it a humbling quality for me. Of course, I am not generalizing here. This isn’t true for all, just for me, just how I think about it. And I love it. And he also loves it… which is why we really spend a lot of time on this particular activity.
By the time we are done, he is usually so sensitized that if I suck hard it hurts him and my tongue and lips and mouth is tingly and numb and the skin around my lips is worn off from his pubic hair.
We usually start off by him letting me play as he gets hard. I lick and suck him everywhere. Mouth his balls, lick up his shaft, gently run my teeth against him. Then there comes a certain point when we get out of play zone and it becomes serious. My whole consciousness becomes focused on the cock in my mouth and the man attached to it. Every noise and jerk and sigh and pump is analyzed for pleasure and intensity and my movements are adjusted based on that info. And then there comes the pre-orgasm section which is not too long but very intense and it usually involves him grabbing my hair and fucking my mouth hard enough that I feel like my jaw will dislocate at any moment and my front teeth will shatter from being grinded into by his pubic bone and I will suffocate. And then the glorious orgasm after which we both catch our breath for a minute before he is pulling my head back onto his cock. We repeat another couple of times by which point my jaw really aches and other muscles tremble with exhaustion and then we collapse. That is unless he wants to fuck my cunt or ass, at which point he usually moves on to it after the first orgasm.
The fun point of today, aside from having my mouth fucked two different ways, was that I noticed my neck muscles don’t hurt anymore after one of these marathon blow jobs. It is a bit of a silly thing to realize since it hasn’t happened in a very very long time. The reason I did notice at all was that I did something today that caused me to pull a neck muscle a bit and then I realized that the sore neck syndrome is gone! So woo! Also, isn’t it cool that all these years later, sucking the same glorious cock, I STILL can find new little tricks to enhance the pleasure for him. Can you sense that I am proud of myself?! You see, over years I’ve observed that there are a certain set of things I can do that gets him off and more recently I noticed that I had gotten kinda lazy and have been relying on the same set of moves. It’s not that he has ever complained or anything but I made a point today to mix it up… and it was fun for both of us. It’s not that a routine doesn’t have its place… like when I am tired and Daddy needs to get off quickly. Otherwise, it’s good to keep in mind that sex should be fun and playful!
Sooo I am going to be in Dominican for our very large family vacation in 4 days and I already miss Luke. I hate going places without him but he just can’t come this time. But it’s just a week and at least I’ll be back before xmas! How many people do you know that complain about going to a vacation that someone else paid for at a beautiful sunny spot in the middle of the Canadian winter? I AM, however, looking forward to xmas and new year so…* happy!*
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