Thirty-Minute Blowjob.

There's parts of sex that don't get a lot of publicity. Publicity seems to be mostly for either mushy loving sex or, more often, wild monkey sex. But when in book or movie or pornography do they talk about the joy of relaxing friendly sex?

Wednesday night, I gave Alan a thirty-minute blowjob. It wasn't furiously passionate (I've only got about ten minutes of continuous furypassion in me, I need to work out more or something), it was more like an intense kind of cuddling. We were talking the whole time. Mostly about bass playing. He had his goofy indie music on in the background and kept pointing out "See where it goes 'da da da da' after the lead guitar there, I love that part" and such. It's hard to relate this without making him sound insensitive. It really wasn't. It was... comfortable.

It's unambiguously sexual to have a man's hard penis in your mouth, I guess. But there was no moaning, no thrusting or headgrabbing, no dirty talk, barely any acknowledgement that we were doing anything but lying in bed together. No pressure to do it faster, better, harder, finish it up already. Just keep doing that as long as you like.

At the end I jerked him off onto my breasts (which he apologized for, because he is a big geek and emphatically Not Kinky) and we cuddled the regular way.

"You don't have to apologize for things like that, you know."
"Oh... I'm sorry."