Violet Blue - The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio - How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure

“I guess the honeymoon’s over,” he continued, feigning sadness.

That’s when I snapped. “You’re pretty furry, too,” I told him, reaching down to firmly twine my own fingers in his short, blonde curls. “Maybe you should consider a visit to Darlene.”

“And Darlene is—?”

“My waxer. She does men, too, you know.”

“Bet she does,” Tom smiled. “I’ll bet she does lots of men.”

“I’m serious,” I told him. “Half her clients are male.”

He pushed up on one arm to look at me, stunned by the thought. “They wax their pubic hair?”

Yes, I honestly know that most of the men who go to Darlene want their back hair removed, or their chests to be as smooth as a Versace boy-toy model, but I took advantage of Tom’s naïveté. As I said, he’d been teasing me. “Uh, huh,” I told him, nodding animatedly to show how truthful I was being. “Maybe you should try it.”

“Hot wax down there? I don’t think so.”

“She uses cold wax, too,” I continued, “and there are other methods of hair removal, you know.”

“So, what are the benefits?” he asked seriously, “aside from having a strange woman’s hand in your crotch.” I could feel his cock stirring right below where my fingers were still nestled in his hair. This conversation was definitely appealing to his kinky side.

“Well,” I purred, “you know the feeling of fucking my pussy right after a wax job when it’s totally bare…?”

“‘The sphinx,” he said, naming the wax job I’ve had that completely removes all hair. Every strand. His sky blue eyes glazed slightly at the memory.

“It’ll feel like that for you. Just bare, smooth skin against mine.”

His hand searched out my pussy again, fingers finding the reddish fur, and he said, “Not so smooth right now, baby.”

“So let’s fix it.” I pushed out from under the covers and padded naked down the hall. After a moment, Tom followed me to the bathroom and leaned against the cool lip of the sink as I got out the supplies. While he watched, I slipped into our shower and turned on the water. “Come on,” I urged him. “Soap up first, to get everything warm and wet. Then we’ll shave—”

“We?” he asked, joining me under the hot spray.

“Tit for tat,” I told him, “I shave you, you shave me.”

We spent a few glorious minutes sudsing each other up all over, and then I got into the frisky fun by using my pink-hued, raspberry scented, girly-girl conditioner on his pubic hair. But before he could get too turned on by this most personal shampoo session, I killed the water.

I could tell from the look on his face that he was still undecided about our little erotic adventure, so I dried off, handed over the razor, and spread myself out on the fluffy bath mat. Immediately, Tom took charge, slapping a towel around his flat waist and working me up with the lather, fingers probing and gently pinching to hold my pussy lips still. In just a short time I was bare again. And revved up. My cunt throbbed deliciously from all the attention it had just received.

Now it was his turn. “Ready, baby?” I asked. He nodded bravely and took a stand, feet apart, weight set. First, I used a small pair of silvery scissors to trim his fur. Light golden curls rained down onto the floor. Then slowly, I spread the shaving cream all over his pubes, and Tom sighed at the sensation of icy menthol against his skin. He closed his eyes when I got near him with the blade, but I have steady hands, and I whisked away all those short, blonde curls. As I rinsed him down with a soft cloth, I made sure that he could feel my hot breath on his skin. Then I parted my lips.

“What—” he murmured. “What are you doing?”

He’d thought we would immediately fuck. I understood that he’d envisioned doing it doggie-style with me bent over the sink. This is a favorite position of ours, because we can stare into the mirror on the back of the medicine cabinet, watching our reflections. But first I wanted to reward him for being such a good sport. And, honestly, the way his cock looked without any hair framing it was a total, and unexpected, turn-on. Just this majestic tower of sex, waiting to feel my warm, wet lips around it.

I put my palms on his sturdy, muscled thighs as I brought my lips to the tip of his cock. Tom sighed and traced his fingertips through my long, curly hair as I drew the next inch of his shaft farther into my mouth. There was something so unique about this experience that I had to use one hand to touch myself between my legs as I worked him. It was as if we were the most naked we’d ever been together.

Shorn. Bare. Smooth.

Sucking all the way down, I did my best to press my lips to the skin of his body, but his cock is just too long for this trick. Still, I got the contact I craved, running my fingertips along the silky skin of his balls, sliding my fingertips back behind them to press on that powerful little trigger point.

“Angel,” Tom whispered. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I kept sucking and swallowing, moving back on my heels to give myself room to simply lick his shaft. My tongue in a point, I danced it up and down, caressing him, taunting him, until he couldn’t handle it any longer and had to come, shooting hard down my throat so that I swallowed every drop.

We’re going to keep up the bare-naked look for a while.

But I think Darlene has just lost herself a customer.

When it comes to erotic hot spots on the human body, nothing beats our most visual and versatile sex organ, the mouth. With this area controlled by hundreds of muscles, we can communicate intentions, ideas, and desires, and we can release streams of unrelenting dirty talk, if we choose. We can ask our lovers for what we need to get us off, or with moans and hot breaths can announce an imminent orgasm. Without a word, we can smile and flirt, we can warm up a room or a lover with peals of laughter, and most especially we can lick, bite, taste, smell, and literally inhale sex through our mouth. This sexy opening reminds everyone who looks at us that one sensual opening can lead to another, elsewhere on the body. Our lips suggest contours of genitalia, and a hint of wetness or the appearance of a tongue implies much more.

And as owners of these highly sensitive and tactile sensory organs, we do love to put things in our mouths. Orally fixated is a term you’ve no doubt heard in polite company in reference to smoking cigarettes, though inevitably everyone within earshot gets a little twinkle in their eyes mulling over the implications. It is true that as a culture we’re orally fixated, constantly on the move to the next thing going into our mouth, and it’s equally true that the right kind of oral stimulation can really turn us on. So maybe we’re just a bunch of orally obsessed hedonists—so what? Soak up all the pleasure your lips, tongue, and entire mouth can afford you—use it to its erotic maximum every chance you get, and see how your sex life expands. Kiss, lick, and suck your lover’s fingers, toes, mouth, penis, or vulva, or put on an erotic show using toys in your mouth and savor every minute.

Recognize your mouth for the sex organ it is: treat it accordingly, and learn the many delightful things you can do with it to your lover’s entire genital area. Take good care of it and make it appear even sexier with some extra attention the next time you brush your teeth. Use your toothbrush to gently exfoliate your lips, and brush your tongue to make it look smoother and sexily pink. A healthy-looking mouth sends signals to potential partners on subtle levels. Use a good lip balm, and smile a lot—smiling when flirting is like waving a red flag before a restless bull. Smiling when you’re going down on him will drive him wild.