Part 2 - Sexual Learning and Societal Expectation
Why are we not taught about how to have sex? The techniques, the down and dirty actions to take, the ways of pleasing and pleasuring each other? It such a major aspect of our lives and our mental/emotional health - where have the sexual mentors gone?
Society has driven us to the internet.
We come of age and are suddenly expected to know what we're doing, who to be, how to be, and what to do - as if knowing the location and function of ovaries and testicles, and the phases of gestation are preparation enough.
And if I'm supposed to know what I'm doing, that means that you're supposed to know what you're doing as well - and that leaves no room for asking how to please you or directing you in how to please me. I don't want to offend you by implying that you aren't doing it right, and I can't ask for direction for fear of looking bad in your eyes. (In Inquiry #2 we'll discuss the Virgin/Whore concept.)
And so we turn to the internet - to blogs and website, to videos and tutorials, to people who will TELL US how to do what we want to do. And yet, again, there is a big difference between theory and practice.
It takes extraordinary courage sometimes to say or ask the potentially hurtful thing out of a commitment to a healthy sexual relationship, but that is what's required of us. In the next blog post we'll discuss a few suggestions for delivering sexual guidance gently.
M. Makael Newby, 2009 - All Rights Reserved - http://mmakaelnewby.blogspot.com
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Ultimate Fellatio Inquiry #1 - Learning, Part 1
Part 1 - When and how did you learn to give a blow job?
Initially, I could say that I learned around the age of 11 from the descriptions in Playboy Magazine and the Penthouse Forum, followed up by cherished and guilty glimpses of Cinemax and other late-night cable movies, but there's nothing like putting theory into practice.
My first BJ happened in the back of a car - what car? I don't even remember. What guy? Aw shucks, I don't remember that either! What I do know is that it was during the Spring semester of my Senior year in high school and I was 17. He had been in my Shakespeare class the previous semester, and had graduated early, so I rarely saw him anymore.
There was a good deal of drama involved in how I attended Rocky Horror Picture Show with my girlfriends one Saturday night and ended up alone with him in his car at 4 AM on Sunday, but I was happy to be there. He was smart, nice, cute, and he chose me - that was all I needed.
I remember being nervous, wondering if I'd actually know what to do, but he unzipped his pants, pulled out his phallus, and ... there he was. Instinct took over once he guided me into position, and I honestly can't remember the rest! I know that he was surprised at my enthusiasm and skill, that I had fun, and that he thoroughly enjoyed it. Did he cum? Did I swallow? I can't recall, but it was worth facing the parents when I got home at 6 AM.
In other areas of sexual expression I was less fortunate. I was lucky to have some very patient partners who guided me, encouraged me, and taught me that my pleasure was valuable to them. Without them I would be an uncertain, unfulfilled, and repressed woman today.
In Part 2 we'll discuss sexual learning and societal expectation.
When and where and how did you learn to give a blow job?
M. Makael Newby, 2009 - All Rights Reserved - http://mmakaelnewby.blogspot.com
Initially, I could say that I learned around the age of 11 from the descriptions in Playboy Magazine and the Penthouse Forum, followed up by cherished and guilty glimpses of Cinemax and other late-night cable movies, but there's nothing like putting theory into practice.
My first BJ happened in the back of a car - what car? I don't even remember. What guy? Aw shucks, I don't remember that either! What I do know is that it was during the Spring semester of my Senior year in high school and I was 17. He had been in my Shakespeare class the previous semester, and had graduated early, so I rarely saw him anymore.
There was a good deal of drama involved in how I attended Rocky Horror Picture Show with my girlfriends one Saturday night and ended up alone with him in his car at 4 AM on Sunday, but I was happy to be there. He was smart, nice, cute, and he chose me - that was all I needed.
I remember being nervous, wondering if I'd actually know what to do, but he unzipped his pants, pulled out his phallus, and ... there he was. Instinct took over once he guided me into position, and I honestly can't remember the rest! I know that he was surprised at my enthusiasm and skill, that I had fun, and that he thoroughly enjoyed it. Did he cum? Did I swallow? I can't recall, but it was worth facing the parents when I got home at 6 AM.
In other areas of sexual expression I was less fortunate. I was lucky to have some very patient partners who guided me, encouraged me, and taught me that my pleasure was valuable to them. Without them I would be an uncertain, unfulfilled, and repressed woman today.
In Part 2 we'll discuss sexual learning and societal expectation.
When and where and how did you learn to give a blow job?
M. Makael Newby, 2009 - All Rights Reserved - http://mmakaelnewby.blogspot.com
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