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

• Parks
• Bus stations
• Tram stops
• Moving Vehicles
• Aeroplane toilets
• Car parks and side streets
• Offices at work
• Phone boxes
• In Churches (both clergy and members)
• Elevators
• Department store dressing rooms
• Toilets

I suspect I’ve merely scratched the surface.  Share some common places you’ve heard of people getting caught having sex and let’s build this list!

There's No Time For A Quicky!

going. By the time we’d finished we could barely keep our eyes open. We talked about having sex, but in all honesty sleep was our number one thought. After batting it around for a couple of minutes we decided not to push it because after all we had to be up to see the boys off to school in only a few hours.

Upon waking to the sound of a massive wind storm followed by the alarm we went downstairs and sleepily performed

our parental duties. Once the boys were off we went back to bed with a cup of coffee. Whilst we were talking I found myself thinking of my earlier loss of sex and becoming increasingly excited at the thoughts of making up for it.

Giving Lyn one of my most charming grins, I made my imaginings known only to be told there wasn’t enough time. I assured Lyn I wasn’t looking for a lengthy power session but merely a quicky (something Lyn has expressed she finds quite erotic from time to time).

Instead of the prompt agreement and lusty follow up I longed for I got the response, “You don’t like quickies.” She then reminded me I’d told her this several times. She was right I had, but back then I said it so she’d understand I wasn’t a “Wam, bam, thank you mam” selfish smhmuck. Once she was aware of this, I didn’t know how to tell her quickies were good for me also.

So, I laid in bed hog tied by my own words. Once I’d explained all of this, there really wasn’t enough time even for a quicky. Does that suck or what?

Now I’d like to hear some wisdom from both men and women on this one. Please send me suggestions and comments on what you feel is the best way I could’ve avoided this situation, gotten my quicky, and not got left hard and humbled.

The Dreaded Stomach Bug

sex positions because an unexpected stomach bug bit Lyn. Isn’t that the breaks! The good news is she’s feeling herself today, so we’ll have the juicy details for you curious types tomorrow.

We did, however, make a discovery during the down time that was pretty cool. Both of us totally felt the withdrawals from a sexless night. It seems after three weeks our bodies are conditioned to having sex every day now! Yippee! Just making a commitment to making the time pays off in dividends!

Until tomorrow=)

Everything is going along hunky dory and then you mention the dreaded ‘C’ word.  There’s silence followed by no sex.  And you wonder what the hell you’ve done wrong because in your repertoire ‘commitment’ is a positive sign of, well, being committed.

I’ve been throwing around ‘commitment’ like it’s been going out of fashion.  It’s become almost my favourite word.  You see, I want to have a great sex life and I know that takes effort (much more than I ever imagined) when you’ve got kids, business etc. etc.  And I made a decision to make it happen.  For me to do that I have to be focused.

Unfortunately, Paul hasn’t been appreciating my commitment all too much.

Commitment has zapped passion into oblivion.

This morning, after a no-sex evening, we talked about it.  It seems both of us have very different associations towards the ‘c’ word.  For me it’s positive and shows a dedication to making things better.  For Paul it’s devoid of romance and feeling.

So now we’re all talked out and have our wires uncrossed.  Will there be sex tonight?  Maybe…. stay posted.