It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.
- J.K. Rowling (via kushandwizdom)
Are older guys more willing to eat girls out than guys my age? I cant find any who like doing it. I hooked up with a guy and asked him to do it and he laughed and said he didnt do it and told me to suck his dick. I sucked his dick. Ugh. Is this something older guys like to do more?
I don’t know that it’s an age issue. A lot of guys do not do this, but a lot of guys don’t care about much more than cumming, and a girl can sometimes be a convenient tool for that purpose. Maybe a distinction of older guys is that an older man is willing to take time with a girl—sometimes agonizing, teasing, long hours. It can take an hour to even undress a girl, touching, licking, kissing every inch of skin as it is exposed. Then a long massage… hands up and down back and legs, massaging deep into muscles… you feel the bed shift with his weight over you… maybe the brush of his cock between your legs and lift your hips to meet him… but, no, not yet. Maybe an older, patient man smiles at your need, but ignores it. Maybe he rolls you over on your back and explores your breasts. Not the hurried, clumsy gropes of younger guys, but gentle touches at first… and all of your breast. That tender soft skin underneath, the stretched skin over your breastbone between your breasts, the swell and curve of your side, your ribs, your flank into the fullness of your breast. Maybe he slides a finger or two into your mouth and smiles at the desperate little sounds you make as you suck… throat and mouth and tongue working… but, even yet… far from begging you to suck his cock… this man has not even let you touch his cock, and, again, he smiles at your need.
Then maybe you feel his tongue exploring your breasts… teasing around the nipple, teasing the nipple… you arch your back, wanting… well he knows what you want, doesn’t he? But maybe he goes to the other breast with his tongue… expertly teases and explores the skin… the texture leading to your nipple… playing with the other one with his fingers… wet skin on soft, wet skin… then maybe he sucks your nipple into his mouth… presses down with firm pressure… his other hand squeezing, touching your other breast just so as your breath stops and your back curves off the bed, hands balling to fists. Maybe he next kisses your lips, and you taste your skin on his tongue. Maybe he brushes your hair from your face, smiles at you, tells you that you are beautiful… as you move to kiss him, a gentle restraining hand on your throat presses you to the bed, and he kisses down, down past your breasts, over your stomach… down to the crease of your leg and hip… and then his hands on your legs, pushing them to the bed with confident force, spreading you, opening before him what is yours… and the teasing has not even begun…
What was the question?
Ummm… ok, I think seriously the difference might be that some guys have the patience and interest to explore you, find your pleasure, break you and own you by showing you they know how to draw sensations from your body that your mind can barely comprehend… and a man like that, trust me, can spend many hours with you before he will even think of his own pleasure. I don’t know if it’s an age thing, but you have the right to be treated like that… you have the right to be fucked like that. Why should you not?
So on behalf of all the guys who’s twenties are well behind them, I’ll say, “Hell, yes we love eating pussy!” Adding to the wonderful prose above…..
My lips giving the softest, barely discernible, kisses on your mound, as light as the air itself….you can only just feel them but their impact is far greater. Moving down to the inside of your thigh….more kisses at first then the very tip of my tongue trailing down your leg, before re-tracing the path back again. The moisture catching the cool air and causing a little shudder.
"Will he go higher?"
Not right now. Sliding my head over so my tongue can tease the silken soft skin of your other thigh, it’s path dotted by more gentle caresses from my lips.
The hood shrouding your clit feels their touch…..then just to the left……back to the top of your sex once more….then just to the right……centre again…..each touch lasting just that little longer than the one before. I hear you inhale deeply and look up to see your chest heave, those gorgeous breasts rising, their dark centres hardened again.
An inquisitive tongue flicks over the protective lips of your pussy, tasting your arousal and then filling my nostrils with your scent. Pushing your folds apart and ploughing deeper, up and down the length of your hole…..catching the clear honeyed juices that start flow.
You feel the glossy little ball of your clit throb, poking free from its cover, before the warmth of my mouth embraces it again. Firmer now, knowing you need that extra sensation…..hearing the gentle moan escape from inside…..my tongue flicks from left to right…..then round and round and round…..up and over….that tiny little marble the centre of my attention.
My hands press down on your waist, holding you firmly in position….no more wriggling from you! Your hands bunch the sheets, expecting the heightened torment as my lips purse around you…..then the low deep hum adding to the pleasure….. before my head shakes violently from side to side, my tongue a 100 mile an hour blur across your clit.
Your close, hell yeah, but you need to know you’re mine and it’s me who’s giving you this. My right hand slips from your waist and three fingers push deep inside that hot wet hole……in past the knuckle and curling upwards to seek that soft spongy place….the impact lifting you from the bed as I take your dripping wet cunt as mine…..your body tenses for what seems like minutes, your vocabulary frozen to just one word,
Your orgasm hits and you have your release.
This is amazing!!!
Jesus. Christ. All of the history on the universe has steered us to this one post on tumblr. We can all stop now. We won.
Skull, found in France, with a knife still embedded it it. The skull belonged to a Roman solider who died during the Gallic Wars, ca. 52BC. It was on display at the Museo Rocsen in Argentina.
Whenever I see things like this, I wonder how they died. I guess it will always be a mystery.
I’m gonna go with “Stabbed through the head”