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How to give the best head

Okay, you don’t have to be p0rnstars in bed. What’s important is finding out what you both like through communications and obvious reactions in your partner to nice surprises :) Also, it’s a myth that men are soulless robots who will be satisfied with mere mechanics learned off some video. Men actually want to feel like you’re enjoying it, and they want to feel you’re enjoying it because you’re with them, not some other guy. In short, they want to make love too, not just have wild bed-shaking nooky! Also, men don’t mind a few mistakes. They’d rather you weren’t doing it perfectly but did appear to be enjoying yourself.

But there are probably ways to improve how you do it, and give yourself more of a fun time, too! First off, attitude. Don’t approach your nice man’s willy with an “Oh no, not again, it smells funny” frame of mind. Approach it like it’s the best thing EVER - the biggest treat of your life. This frame of mind will carry through to every tiny thing you do for the next few minutes. You do, after all, want him to feel relaxed, loving and satisfied - same as you’d want when it’s your turn.

Before you start, make sure you drink some water or juice. A good B-J needs lots of saliva (it’s not dirty, just pleasant). For foreplay, make sure you’re both comfortable and tease him with your hands. Sometimes it’s nice to look in his eyes to make sure he’s thinking rude thoughts. Eye contact can be good. A B-J isn’t about how much you can scoff in one go - it’s not a Peperami! Throughout the whole experience, feel free to use your hands and use plenty of saliva.

Stroking is important. Using your hands is important. Your man won’t feel it’s cheating - he’ll love it. Using your hands as well will give your mouth a rest and is actually more pleasant for the man - lots of textures and sensations, so he doesn’t quite know what is going on but is fairly sure he likes it. Stroking is all about how hard you do it and the speed you do it. You can either tease, or build to a crescendo - watch your man’s reactions and experiment to see what stage he’s at and what you think he’d like next.

It’s a bit crude, but for the mouth bit, the helmet is his most sensitive part so you can focus on that while your hands are busy lower down. Little sucks are good. Hard sucking is excellent but tiring. You need to enjoy this for your man to enjoy this, so don’t tire yourself out but do try to go for variation in what you’re doing with your hands, your speed, your pressure and your licking.

Don’t forget - men tend to be quite visual! So holding his eyes now and then can be good. If he’s sitting in an armchair while you give a B-J, he can see you doing it from a very attractive angle, plus the chair will be really comfortable - perfect B-J conditions. If he’s in bed, he might want to prop his head up with a pillow so he can catch what’s going on.

Sounds can be important as well - they show that you’re enjoying it. You don’t need to sound like a p0rnstar, but an ‘mmmmmm’ now and then can make him feel like you’re enjoying this, which will work wonders for his libido.

Keep experimenting and you will see what your man responds to better. And similarly, be aware of what you like yourself. Sometimes it’s far easier to give than it is to receive, so if you expect communication from your man, you have to tell him what you like, as well.

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Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still. — Haruki Murakami

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Because nothing says “I’m married to the lord”

like a latex habit, a Balenciaga statement hat, and Celine bitch boots.

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New York, New York

New York, I have fought you, hand to throat, fist to eyes. New York, I have let you be my peril. New York, I have screamed your name in my nightmares, in the ruins of grace, under your seven dim and suffering stars. New York, I have let you claim me. For you, I lived shallow, broke, and abused. I cowered at your touch. I lay paralyzed beneath your sick flesh. I smelled your sour breath at dawn. I let you lace up my shoes too tight, and I slipped down your steps. I hovered on your street corners watching cabs shoot like the bullets I hoped would take me, take me, take me, away from you. New York, I tried to let you kill me. I thought it would be easier if you were there to blame. You made me mad, I wandered through your rooms of peeled paint and asbestos warnings, I threw rocks at your warehouse windows, I let you into me so deep that there was nothing I could do to get you out but go, go to a place that was once alive, a place that you would never be. San Francisco.

And when I went to San Francisco, she had changed shape. She was not the crescent that I could spoon my body around. Her speech had no poetry. I forgot how to dance. My moves were lame. The trumpet and the trombone were no longer having a conversation that I could understand. She threw my keys across the room and pointed to the door, and oh New York, her betrayal was far worse than anything that you could do.

So I came back to you. Your graffitied store fronts and bearded men, and your many lights and your construction sites. Your seven stars seemed straining to be bright. New York, before I even landed, I felt I was finally somewhere that felt like I would accept it as home. , she had changed shape. She was no longer the crescent that I could spoon my body around. Her speech had no poetry. Her bones had grown weak. I forgot how to dance. My moves were lame. The trumpet and the trombone were no longer having a conversation that I could understand. She threw my keys across the room and pointed to the door, and oh New York, her betrayal was far worse than anything that you could do.

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San Francisco we love you

City by the Bay from Giovanni Joseph on Vimeo.

Sf is my favorite city and probably the only other state I’d live in other than NY in the united states. I love this video Gio made of our trip enjoy xoxo From @peggysuewoo with love.
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Miss bean town !

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Q & A

Would you let me watch you do it?

Have sex?

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How it felt

But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
So when we found that we could not make sense Well you said that we would still be friends
But you didn’t have to cut me off Make out like it never happened And that we were nothing And I don’t even need your love But you treat me like a stranger And that feels so rough …

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dark passenger

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i want a bunny

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