Well, with a title like that, one has to look, right?
For the record, I am sitting in a group setting of about 200 people all staring at a speaker speaking about, something, but they seem interested, but I am not. So, I decided to take out my iPad and blog about my kinks and sex while sitting here. I think it’s my new jewelry that has already made me a bad boy. I like it.
Anyway, as I sit here thinking about the whirlwind of the past few days, I can’t get the reference I made to the “bisexual tongue” out of my head, nor, luckily, can I forget the feeling it made.
Frankly, Thumper‘s tongue is just the bomb. There. I said it.
I laugh because, I am not one to usually talk about stuff like this but this new bad boy side is emerging and I guess I have embraced it. While his tongue is normal sized, shaped, and I think the color is okay, that man has a talent that I have not run across, well, ever. Frankly, I attribute this to his bisexuality and his ability to go from aggressive to tender in a way no gay boy has ever done with me before.
I suspect it’s just like the way he describes my hands, or the pressure I place on him, or the scruff, or the way I grab and hold deep to a point of almost pain – but, that’s just me being me and since I tend to go for the more masculine type, bigger guys, that is the kind of sex I have always had. I am not faulting it in the slightest, mind you, but, correct me if I am wrong, every magazine I have read or sitcom I have watched describe women, in most cases, as liking a more tender, delicate touch in their day to day touching or sexual encounters and I never really thought about how men have to adapt to that, or, if it’s just something that is natural and sweet to men attracted to women. Like a daisy or a gentle stream.
So, speaking specifically about the muscle in his mouth, the men I have been with and, well, me included, tend to just dive right in to whatever orifice we are going after. Like a conquest of saliva attacking the gentle walls of whatever. I thought that was how it worked, really, or maybe just never thought about it at all, but with the bisexual tongue, there is a gentleness, a light crisp, cool touch, a whisper so to speak, a circle or two, and then a nice dive in at a slow, yet steady speed, then followed by the free-fall to fun. It’s electrifying in many ways and truly changed my view of kissing – in any place. While I am not anywhere where I can or want to practice it, I can’t wait to try this at home – although I do have to wait a bit because I can’t see my boyfriend and immediately come home with new talents – that’s just tacky. But I can slowly work it into my repertoire and see what happens or beg the rabbit for a drive by one day when I just fly through.
In the meantime, I can remember and wait.
Tick. Tock. Tick.