Give it if you want it!

Whenever you look around,you seem to be confronted with the need for people to want more satisfaction between the sheets.The internet churns out steady information on how you can do this and how you can do that,you find advice on how to make her /him scream for more.I was (to be honest,am still one) a disciple of such deluge of info because I could be termed as a ‘sex stylist’ ,borrowing the words of Tom Hanks in his movie ‘Punch line’. From a young age, I have always been fascinated by the concept of erotica,sex or lovemaking and it might be due to this that I came to two (2) important conclusions,First every human is unique,therefore never expect the same sexual pleasure or response from two different people.Secondly,to derive maximum sexual pleasure you must be willing to give the same.

It would be a thankless task if I choose to dwell on our different nature as individuals but this fact needs to be explored  when it comes to sex because the sexual instinct in man is something primal.In a real sense,erotic pleasure can never be measured so never attempt to create a strict code for giving your partner pleasure.I have heard numerous stories where ‘killer move A didn’t work on C while it worked on B and D’ and have had some experiences where my sleek moves could get some ladies throwing their legs in the air and leaving others stone-faced. After such scenarios,I altered my game and I developed a concept and oh,its not rocket science or an original concept but I can share with you guys.When I get lucky and a lady is willing for me to explore her velvety groove,I tend to ‘Explore and Observe’, I take my time to go all over her body,starting from the head then go south or start at the feet and move north.This way,one gets to know what really gets her pulse running  or what makes her yearn for a newspaper.The key here is your focus and speed.At this point,you should know that the partner is all yours so your focus should be how to enjoy the pleasure of giving him/her pleasure but your speed should be in line with your observational skill.In other words,if you move too fast,there is no way you would observe yourself let alone your partner.So,just explore,take it slow and when you hit the would be sure to X-mark the spot.

This next factor for attaining that mind-blowing pleasure is often overlooked.Most people, especially the menfolk, tend to be more concerned about satisfying a urge rather than seeing sex as something that can be more enjoyable if your partner’s satisfaction is put into the equation.The bible,society,and almost all religions and ideologies place emphasis on the principle that you must give to receive,as the Latin phrase says ‘Quid pro quo’-something in return for something.It is hilarious when I hear a guy complaining that his girl doesn’t like giving him head,then I ask my usual question  ‘Do you give her head?’ and he goes ballistic saying how can he put his lips to THAT? (THAT being her vagina).I am an African and a Nigerian by birth but when it comes to sex,this part of the world seems to throw up some abnormalities.You want head yet you don’t want to return the favour? Get real guys! Nothing blows a person’s mind as the fact that you have a real interest in him/her and yes it is true we can not always have real interest in all our sex-mates but take the time and effort to show some interest in the other person.It has a multiplier effect for the following reasons. Such an interest in the person makes your partner more relaxed and receptive to your touches,bringing out those moans and groans which in turn gets your blood pumping.Also,it allows room for experimentation even if what you suggest hasn’t been tried by you guys before.For instance,I love going south on my partners and they all love it so I don’t ever really need to ask any lady to play my flute because she is just returning the favour or she knows same is in store for her.And lastly,especially in the case of ladies,such attention to her needs and pleasures allows her feelings for you to blossom.

So when next you have time for a roll in the hay, remember the words of J.F.Kennedy which I shall rephrase to read ”Don’t think what your partner can do for you..think what you can do for your partner..”



What shall I write?

As I sat at my desk,looking at my computer screen,experiencing my fair share of writer’s block.I was at a loss what to write on.Should I pen a new erotic tale or should I write an article airing my views or giving my followers some juicy tips? Various thoughts kept spinning in my head when I heard a faint knock at my door,I pushed back my chair and went to the door,pulled it open and saw her standing at my doorstep..Beatrice,a friend and a partial client (I was helping her build a blog/website to boost her theatre arts career),looking beautiful in a sleeveless silk gown,which stopped at her knees,with some delicate motifs which blended well with her skin..You see,the stunning thing about her is she is petite but breathtakingly beautiful.She had this angelic aura about her and she seemed to glide rather than walk.I ushered her in,as she gave reasons for not coming earlier,knowing fully well that she was the reason I hadn’t finished her blog because I needed her input on some certain things.
We worked on her blog for some time,exchanging ideas,finding ways to make it more catchy to the eye but making sure we do not defeat the essence of it,which is,showcasing her personality and flair to the world. After about two hours,we were done and I suggested some refreshment as I walked to my fridge,pulling out two bowls of vanilla ice-cream (she loves ice-cream) ,handing her a bowl as I sat and continued discussing,filling each other in about happenings over the past few weeks.After some more chit chat and the demise of more spoons of ice-cream,She said ‘man..I love the taste of ice-cream’, I laughed and replied ‘yea,I know you do..mmm but I know where I would enjoy the taste more’. She looked at me,  ‘And where might that be?’ she asked.I took her right hand and scooped up some ice-cream from my bowl and poured it into her palm before lowering my lips to lick it off her palm,tasting the ice-cream mixed with her taste.We are good friends and she knew I had a soft spot for her but we had never been intimate and i haven’t touched her in such a manner before.I paused to look into her eyes,to gauge her reaction.She was stunned in a pleasant way but she didn’t pull her hand away so I felt I hadn’t crossed a line or pissed her off.
Being bolder,I scooped some more and drew a creamy line from her wrist to that point where upper arm meets lower arm,the cold feel of the ice cream making her to shiver ever so slightly,making her more enchanting.Slowly,my tongue and lips began its ascent,licking,kissing,tasting and teasing their way up,the look in her eyes showing she was basking in the conflicting feeling of being hot and cold at the same time. By now I had worked my way up to her tongue leaving a trail of soft caressing kisses and licks as I went up.I stood behind her,at that point the spoon was more of an hindrance than help so I tossed it to the side,my fingers gently massaging her shoulders as I pushed the straps of her gown down after undoing the zip,to reveal skin so soft to the fingers continued working,easing out all the tension,making her comfortable bearing in mind this was uncharted territory.Moving my hands down to the centre of her back to unclasp her bra which I eased off her shoulder and as I peered over her shoulder,I came within sight of her glorious mounds,mango shaped,delicate yet firm in all its graceful beauty.My fingers itched to touch them while my tongue yearned for its taste.
I picked up the bowl and held it in the manner an artist would as I began to draw ice creamy lines with my fingers along her collarbone up to behind her ears before I bent low to lick up each line,sucking and tasting deep,hoping to get the taste of her supple skin mixed with the vanilla flavour. As my tongue worked its way up to her ears, she began to move and squirm,letting out soft moans which sound like the cheering of home supporters at a stadium,urging me on.My lips kissed her earlobes,nibbling ever so slightly, my tongue taking short flicks,teasing her till she reached up to hold my head in place.I kept enjoying the feeling till i had made all the cream disappear.I turned the chair now,having her facing in my direction,with this lazy look in her,wondering what’s next.She had the look of a goddess at this point,laid back in the chair,her gown gathered around her waist;her breasts,graceful beacons of perfection,eyes that were sexy yet had that irresistable pull of intelligence.I knelt in front of her,bowl in hand as I made delicious circles around and on her nipples,all over her breasts,my fingers caressing them as if I could mix her flesh and ice-cream to become one. Slowly I moved my head closer,my eyes focused on the knob-like nipple till my tongue brushed along one and she shivered with pleasure,letting out a soft lips covered the nipples slowly,sucking gently,savouring her taste,wondering which taste better because the taste of vanilla was only a faint memory now.Soon my tongue was licking all over her breasts,going this way and that but always coming back to rest on those succulent nipples,wanting more with each lick.I transferred my attention to the other one ,leaving a sensuous trail of butterfly kisses in-between her breasts as i moved.
We continued this exploration.I,wanting to discover every part of her with my tongue.She,willing to show me the way around.By this time,I had dropped the bowl of ice cream (it was no longer chilled anyway),my hands touching her body softly,caressing gently touches,as if afraid to do damage while my tongue and lips drew funny erotic patterns on her skin as i moved down from her breasts to her belly button,pausing to tickle her and run my tongue, all over her midriff, hoping to imprint her taste on my memory forever.She held me and said ‘Wait’ and at that time it seemed as if I would burst an artery.The look in my eyes made her burst into laughter as she pushed me back a bit and stood up, pushed the rest of her dress down under her feet and stepped out of it.As her hands went to her panties,I touched her hands and said ‘Allow me’.She smiled and removed her hands,My hands touched the waistline of her panties,pulling it down to reveal her  full glory:a slim waist that keeps bringing thoughts of Rihanna to mind,small but full hips ,complementing her upper body and in the centre, her passion groove covered with the slightest of fuzz. While I was still staring,she laughed and sat down and said ‘Where did we stop?’. Needing no more help,I knelt once again in front of her,my hands caressing her inner thighs,feeling her softness here and there,each touch followed by a kiss,a lick,a tease,slowly but with passion, I was drawn to that spot which radiate so much warmth.soon, I was running my tongue along her waistline,kissing her as if to assure myself of all this perfection.By now, her breathing was much faster,her legs spread wider,her back arching,pushing her fleshy slit towards my lips.My tongue brushed from the bottom to the top of her sweet groove,pausing at her clit to suckle on it ever so gently,filling my lips with her juices ,enjoying every taste of her. I pressed my tongue against her clit, stroking it, this way and that,in circles and pausing to flick  my tongue against it, sending her into that pleasurable state when nothing else matters.She pulled my face down against her pussy,soaking my lips with her sweet cum,gyrating her waist,searching for new pleasures.Through clenched teeth and in short gasping breaths,she blurted out, ‘By now,you should know what has to happen.’ I dropped my jeans and threw my top to the side,I pulled her up and sat on the chair,slipping on a condom before I held her firm waist as I straddled her over my thighs as I lowered her onto my dick,the wet warmth of her pussy soaking every inch of it as she let out soft cries and moans.She locked her arms around my shoulders,bringing me face to face with those heavenly breasts again.Slowly she began to ride me,twisting her hips in the most erotic manner, grinding against me, rubbing her breasts against my face as I took her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking them as if my oxygen supply was connected to them. She paused to arch her back, resting her hands on my knees as she began to grind her pelvic against mine, the sight of her, arched backwards, her breasts bouncing with each thrust,drove my passion to new heights as I moved up waist upwards to meet her thrusts,creating a rhythm with each passionate move.Soon,she was moving more faster,each grind more wanting as if she wanted of all me inside her .I obliged her by coming up to drive my little man as deep as was possible. We were locked in this erotic embrace,enjoying the pleasures each had to offer till her thrusts became uncontrollable and she screamed, her body going stiff as she climaxed,wrapping her arms around me again,burying her face in my neckline,breathing deeply.I hadn’t cum yet so I gently raised her to her feet and bent her over the chair,her hands on the seat of the chair.I slid into her from behind as she let out a soft sound,the hot but wet feel of her punani raised my passion by a notch as I began to pound into her,moving my hips,wanting my dick to feel all the soft crevices of her sensual groove.She looke behind her shoulder to flash a smile as she bounced her arse up and down to meet each push of mine,squeezing her vagina walls to lock my dick in that erotic hold known to only a few men.I felt my juices rising as I kept going in and out,round and round till I thought my whole being was flowing into my balls.My pounding became more frantic while her screams and gyrating became more passionate till I spurted my cum,letting out a loud groan,my brain going blank for a few seconds,only nudged back by her screams as she shivered,arched her back and pushed her pussy against me,as if to squeeze every drop of semen out of me.As I slipped out of her,she bent down to pick up her clothes and said ‘I need to use your bathroom’.I pointed her in the right direction as I pause to savor the aftermath of such an experience when I was brought back to reality by a loud knocking at my door.I shook my head and yes,I was still seated at my desk.clearly my imagination has been on overdrive.As I laughed at myself and moved to door,I pulled it open and funny enough,She was standing at my door,the source of my imaginations.I invited her in.As we walked to the sitting room,I smiled and said to myself . ‘Maybe dreams do come true after all’.

Blame Nature..not me

I have been asked countless times why I decided to write about sex among the various topics that has been contemplated by the human brain and I say,’why not?’…after much thought,I keep reaching the conclusion that sex remains one of the most important topics to be discussed and I feel that it is not even talked about as much as it should ,rather humans prefer to perform the action yet shy away from even uttering a single word about it,no wonder the word ‘sex’ has more slang or code names for it than most words in the English vocabulary.
In this part of the world where I was born,the mere mention of sex or any of the genitals might earn you a thunderous slap from an elderly one if you are not lucky or if you are with your peers,then you are instantly branded as loose and promiscuous. Ironically,this has not always been the case in Africa, looking back into the history of various tribes,we hear of initiation rites into manhood,which is done at puberty,after which the initiates are considered men and told all a man needs to know and function properly as a man and a member of the society.we are told how our forefathers took many wives and bore many children.Such a society wouldn’t  frown on the discussion of sex or the art of procreation,so why the present taboo on the notorious three letter word.
Religion has painted sex in the darkest of light and one might be tempted to think the sex or procreation wasn’t part of God’s plan for humans but we can read part of that plan at Gen 1,verse 28 (KJV); where we were given the divine command to multiply and be fruitful and fill the earth.Yet,most religions have made sure that sex is tagged as dirty but we are told to save it for marriage,in other words,for that one person whom we truly love.Yea,I  get confused myself.In fact, the words of Butch Hancock exemplifies my thoughts further when he said,  ”…Life in Lubbock, Texas, taught me two things: One is that God loves you and you’re going to burn in hell. The other is that sex is the most awful, filthy thing on earth and you should save it for someone you love.”
This piece is not meant to bash at religion but merely to emphasize the need for our society to be be more enlightened sexually,for sexual issues to be discussed freely among parents,guardians and the youths or children because the older ones are in a better position to offer advice on sex and its pleasure but how can this be possible if the grown ups don’t  even have an idea what sex is all about or don’t feel free to discuss it as if it would bring down the wrath of God.I am of the opinion that sex education should be taught as a separate  subject in our schools.Slow down,before I am taken to the stake to be burned,it should be noted that morals are getting lower by the day,teenage pregnancies are on the rise and STDs abound yet sex is still mentioned in hush tones.Is it not possible that this is the case as a result of ignorance?that the youths are left to a situation where it becomes more of an experiment to see what all the fuss and secrecy is all about?

Besides, Beverly Mickins ,talking about the American education system couldn’t have put it more aptly when she said ” Conservatives say teaching sex education in the public schools will promote promiscuity. With our education system? If we promote promiscuity the same way we promote math or science, they’ve got nothing to worry about.”
I could go on and on to espouse why sex should be discussed more and freely but I might run out of steam so I want to part with the words of Don Schrader ”To hear many religious people talk, one would think God created the torso, head, legs and arms, ..but the devil slapped on the genitals. ” As for me,call it a personal crusade but I will continue to do my bit in educating anyone who wishes to listen that sex is pleasurable and meant to be enjoyed by two consenting adults who have a good knowledge of erotica.On the issue of sex, You will never be ashamed to pen my thoughts,in fact, I would be in the exalted company of a great Italian writer ,Pietro Aretino who once said ”Why should I be ashamed to describe what nature was not ashamed to create…?”

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