Anticipation and Satisfaction

We haven't heard back from Konrad and Susan. I actually thought we'd hear from them Saturday, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Should we call them? I definitely think I'm delaying that until later in the week. If I haven't heard from them by, say, Thursday, I'll ring them up.

In other news, I'm not sure that tonight is masturbation night. Let me tell you why.

Estrella gives great head. Historically, however, she's given lousy blowjobs. That is, while I find the sensations unbearably pleasurable, they lacked the necessary rhythm and speed to actually get me off. This didn't stem from a lack of skill or knowledge, but rather from differing objectives, as I discovered when I asked why she never sucked me off. She said that she prefers when I come inside her.

About a week or so ago, I raised with her a grievance. Specifically, that I worked very hard to give her a great variety of orgasms, and that I would like to enjoy the same treatment. I told her that I would like the occasional handjob, blowjob, footjob, potatojob, or whatever noveltyjob she might invent, and that she carry that x-job to climax. I told her that she was welcome to place it wherever she might like in the sequence of events during sex, even after she'd shagged me for a while--if I came while fucking her, no harm no foul.

She looked startled for a moment, then hurt for a millisecond, then attentive as we talked. Then she grinned winningly and said that she could totally do that.

Let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, she can totally do that.

In the past week, I've come twice in her mouth. This beats the preceding two months combined. Before you sex-positive, orgasm-crazed freaks cry "dereliction of marital duties" on my dear Estrella, it should be noted that I have not lacked for oral-genital contact, I promise. And now it appears unlikely that I'll lack in orgasms from it either.

The first mouthful was either the night of that conversation or the night after. Since she isn't fond of the taste of her own vaginal secretions, she doesn't normally let me put it in her mouth after it's been in her pussy. However, there's an exception to this rule, of which I was ignorant: toweling the girl-spooge off my junk bed-side is considered sufficient ablution. So, after a long shag and a quick wipedown, I mounted her face and fucked her mouth and throat. Spectacular.

And then last night. The title of this post comes in here: I'm still satisfied. Since pasta gets awful nasty if it's boiled too long, she was on a time limit. Nearly prototypical position: me sitting and partially reclined on the edge of a table in a bathrobe; Estrella on her knees on a pillow, her arms down at her sides, completely clothed. The orgasm was phenomenal, but not the main attraction.

See, she'd already turned the prolonged, sug-orgasmic blowjob into a science. She can keep me writhing in terrible pleasure for as long as she likes, and frequently does, just an iota away from filling her mouth. And so it was no laughing matter when she adapted the same techniques to the goal of tasting come. It was much the same excellent application of suction and tongue, the timed tensing and relaxing of jaws and throat, the bobbing of head. But, stroke for stroke, bob for bob, what she normally does to me for ten minutes, she compressed down into about three.

On the other hand, having vividly remembered this exemplar of blowjobs in order to explain why I wouldn't be jerking off, I think I've pretty much ensured that I'm going to have to jerk off. And maybe Estrella won't be exhausted when she gets home.

Also, via Digg, a lovely piece about feminist porn and porn and feminism. This is what I want! I want porn with people of all descriptions enjoying the sex. I like youporn for this reason, truth be told. They don't really have a lot of diversity in terms of what people are doing, but they have great diversity of people doing it.

Mmmm... youporn.