Positive Reinforcement!!!

Practice Makes Perfect....

Practice Makes Perfect….


For special girls like me, blowjobs come naturally…. we’re intimately familiar with the body part that we’re putting in our mouth!  But for other girls, practice is sometimes required:

Lollipops.  Tootsie pops.  Popsicles.  It’s important to get used to the idea of always having something enjoyable between your lips…. For still other (more imaginative!) girls, take a listen to the inventor of the so-called BJ-MATIC:

“Blowjobs are one of my favorite activities. It’s a total power trip, you can keep a guy totally within your power with just a little licking and slurping. Beg, plead and squirm, he’ll do ANYTHING rather then risk a girl stopping. And what could be more fun then that? I’ve always had very good technique,licking along the length of the shaft or tickling the underside of the head with my tongue…. Good hollow cheeked suction and ball handing skills. Since I’m enthusiastic and enjoy it a great deal that makes it much better for a guy, I think.

“The only thing I was never able to do was deep throat. I don’t choke or anything but it just never seemed to fit back there.

I consider giving a good BJ a point of personal pride. So I decided some practice was in order. Taking advantage of a pretty good education in the sciences, I built a device to make that practice much more enjoyable and offered encouragement while I worked to perfect my oral abilities. I built the BJmatic. It basically works like this:

“I slide the dildo all the way down my throat until my nose presses a switch on the wooden board. This turns a vibrator on for 8 seconds. After 8 seconds it turns off. There has to be a delay because I need time to pull out a little and breath. Since the vibrator is being held against my clit, that offers a powerful incentive to keep in a steady rhythm and to keep depressing the switch with by nose. Once I can keep the vibrator from turning off during the 5 to 10 minutes it takes for me to come I then move the dildo out so it has to slide father down my throat in order for my nose to hit the switch. I’ve been practicing a lot so I think when the time comes the lucky guy is going to be plenty happy!”


My Mystery Lover at 30,000 Feet

mile_high_club_stewardess_1__36829_zoomHow can it be? How can it be that the man who gave me the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced remains unknown to me? Ah, to be ravished by a total stranger, that’s exciting enough…but more…there’s so much more to the story. Or perhaps I should say “less.”

For he never even touched me! And only afterwards did I see him. I just had to see his face. Who was this “masked” man?

So I tapped him on the shoulder, as we were all standing up in the aisle, after the eight-hour transatlantic flight, to file out of the airplane. He turned his head. I smiled, and mouthed, “Thank you. Thank you very much.” He blushed. Only then, it seemed, did he realize the pleasure he had given me — my phantom pilot.

To fly, to soar, to spread my wings (and legs) — with my phantom pilot at the controls. That’s what had happened high above the dark ocean — maybe Iceland — as the sun would soon rise over the coast of France.

But, actually, my phantom pilot was only nominally in control. I had planned it all, down to the last detail. My pleasure had been premeditated. I knew exactly what I wanted: to make a long-anticipated fantasy come true.

It started with how I decided to dress that day, well before the taxi came to take me to JFK. I usually don’t wear flouncey skirts, but anything too tight might have revealed the bulge in my crotch. The bulge wouldn’t have been from my residual cock (we so-called shemales are well practiced in disguising that!). Rather, it was the sextoy called “The Scorpion,” strapped to the furtherest reaches of my upper thighs. (For a complete description of The Scorpion’s magicial properties, please see earlier blog post “My New Best Friend.”)

I was in control.  I knew exactly what I wanted.  He was totally unaware — just a tool, an extension (literally) of my sextoy.  Man as sextoy: I like that!



My New Best Friend

scorpiontattooToday, boys and girls, the subject is sextoys.

My newest best friend is a Scorpion! That’s the name for the most incredibly pleasureable sextoy I’ve ever enjoyed, and only now  just discovered. It straps between my legs at the furtherest reaches of my upper thighs. Its curved tail reaches around to tickle my bottom. Its head and pinchers clasp my clit (an extra big “clit,” as you well know, given my pre-opt condition).

Then — and here’s the very best part — from the scorpion itself runs a long wire, perhaps a meter or a yard in total length. At the other end of the wire is the master control switch, which with the mere flick of a finger or thumb commands the scropion tail and pinchers to vibrate madly. Depending upon the mood of whoever’s fingers control the master switch, the vibration is set at a high, medium, or low speed.

“Designed by a woman for women!” The advertisement must be true.

My fantasy — and one that I seriously intend to act out very shortly — is to have strapped the scorpion on underneath my panties and skinny jeans when I next board an airplane. Once seated and airborne, Ill hand my traveling companion the scorpion control knob.

This will arguably give him almost as much pleasure as I — to be in control and to experience vicariously at least the kind of sextoy-induced pleasure that girls only are privilege to know. (Doing it in a public place helps, too!)

For my newest profound thought, or philosophical thesis, is that men are limited in their self-gratification to visual images, evidenced especially in porn. This makes sense, since the objects (yes, accept the fact, we girls are objects!) of men’s desire are physically separate — and thus must be seen in order to be then taken, possessed, devoured…or whatever.

For girls, on the other hand….

The precise moment when I knew what womanhood probably meant was when I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel the need to be touched — and, most especially, filled!  That’s what happiness is!

I didn’t need to see any pictures, pornographic or otherwise, visualizing myself as a sex object. A sextoy, instead, awakened the woman within.

To be sexually excited…oh-so excited…I just needed a vibrating dildo…blessing me so: Just to close my eyes and feel the feeling…feel the filling!

And so it is now: Oh, how I love you, my scorpion!