Hot and Cold Blow Job

Wednesday evening we tried the Hot & Cold blow job experiment – didn’t post about it yesterday because our website had ‘technical difficulties’.  But don’t worry, the results are in….

His experience

Blow jobs are pretty non-existent in our sex life.   Sometimes in play Lyn will lick the shaft or head of my penis, but it lasts about 3 seconds if I’m lucky and then it’s all over.  So, you can imagine my surprise when she announced she was going to give me a hot and cold blow job.  I wanted to fall on my knees and thank a benevolent Universe.  Instead I just smiled and silently punched the air in victory.

That night she had me strip down and relax in my favourite recliner.  A few minutes later she appeared scantily clad with a mug of hot honey water in one hand and a glass of cold water in the other.  Without a word she set them on the floor and began to work my cock and balls.

As she sucked my cock she alternated between liquids.  I was literally moaning in about 5 minutes.  I can’t describe the bliss of the sensations.  The warm water caused me to pump more and more blood to the head of my cock whilst the cold caused me to tingle with excitement (just thinking of it is causing me to stir…mmm).  Whilst switching from one liquid to the other Lyn stroked my throbbing shaft.  Just as I was about to explode, Lyn mounted me and rode me to orgasm.

This experience was absolutely mind blowing (literally).  On a scale of 1 to 10 I’d give this hot and cold blow job experiment a 10,000.   I would highly recommend this to any couple or group containing at least one male.

Her experience

Blow jobs aren’t my forte (much to Paul’s sorrow) – to be perfectly honest I never quite know what to do.  That’s probably the topic for a whole different post.  Anyway, back to the hot & cold experiment….

I was really tempted to make myself a hot chocolate (like the girls in the book) but settled on warm water with honey for fear of being accused of only doing it for chocolate.  I’m sure I’d never do that *ahem*.  And I picked water for the cold.

It felt like a juggling act in places – taking a mouthful of liquid from one cup, rushing back to Paul, trying not to let is spurt out of my mouth, swallowing the liquid, taking a swig from the other cup then starting all over again. It’s definitely not a nice, leisurely pastime for the giver but it was worth every second to see the reaction in Paul.

It was fun and different – something I’d do again.  And maybe next time with hot chocolate