sex love and shit
i don’t quite understand why we feel so ashamed to talk about it. i’m partially guilty of it, i’m a self proclaimed “slut” but yet outside of a guy i can’t tell my friends what i actually like in bed of fear of being the stereotypical daddy issues girl or for someone to make a joke it’s because i’m romanian (it’s literally that my grandma immigrated here as a baby and refuses to admit it) i like sex because i do. not because my dad loved to beat me as a child, not because i love anna nicole smith, chloe cherry, pamela anderson, britney spears or any female that is confident and owns her sexuality as i try to, not because i’m romanian. because it’s natural. it feels good and there’s no shame in it, no shame in a hookup or casual sex, no shame in being ace, no shame in waiting until marriage, or having that intimacy with a partner. i’ve had it all and i know what i like and i know it’s different for everyone. there’s stuff that works for me and needs to be tweaked depending on the guy and that’s natural, i’m just sharing my basic lil tips that vary for everyone and that’s ok. i’m not a “freak” because of any trauma simply because i like it. (also don’t get me started on my hatred for that term i will not be shamed for my love of nasty disrespectful sex getting choked out with the man i adore and trust)
how the fuck are we to deal with a breakup?
it feels as if there’s a massive rule list and guess the fuck what: there is not in the slightest we are all just making it up to pretending as if there is a right way to be exes. i wish i could say everett edmund is the biggest piece of shit asshole ever and i hate his adorable ass name and tell my friends every detail with no fear of them hating him and i am “winning” this breakup and not still clinging to “me and your mama” and harry potter because it was our little things and haven’t thought about replacing him even though every man i see i’m plagued by comparing them to him. but there isn’t a how-to guide that we all missed when we were born there is no fucking manual and fuck the world for that. fuck the world for us not working out at this moment because i need him. and also fuck the world for not making me skinnier and prettier with a dad who loves me. and guess what? that’s ok we get to break plates throwing them into garbage bins to feel anger, we get to have our obsessions. we get to still tell them everything because i know damn well i wouldn’t be semi-sane if i completely cut him off. you also get to cut them off cold turkey if you fucking want because there is no right way to do a breakup. fuck the tv shows for convincing us breakups are clean and easy with the simple answer of crying for a night and never seeing them again then meeting the love of our life. i know i shouldn’t be clinging to that stupid second chance romance trope but not now doesn’t mean never right? maybe i’m wrong and stupid. i definitely am but we aren’t all-knowing. we get to cry and cry or not cry but it’s both the right answer.
how to give head
how to give head
i am straight so this is directed towards people with a penis but it is so different for everyone so some slight tweaking is needed, but personally i love to give head, that sloppy eye contact and hearing moans knowing you did that is top notch for me, however one of my best friends lana doesn’t and that is ok. we are not unusual for what we prefer ever: ok besties? i joke i learned how to give head my freshman year of college, i’d just lost my virginity and had my first kiss: i know it sounds terrifying for most but i am so glad i lost it that way, i’m crippled by anxiety and the pisces rising and anxiety doesn’t help so i know if it’d been special or not all at once i would’ve tweaked over it. but freshman year of college my mental health was awful: i skipped almost every class and really destroyed my dream of pharmacy (it’s ok it’s for the better i promise) and i really turned my impulsivity and losing it into the worst. i deep spun into using male attention for hookups to “cure” me and my heartbreak and lack of love from my dad. but in this time i learned how to give insane head (or at least i think and i did make a man cum in a few seconds to suck my own dick for a second…) but one of my best friends sasha had asked me for head advice and i realized everyone deserves this sorry for rambling on but it’s my blog deal with it <3 no matter the size wetness matters. no one wants to suck on something dry it’s all frictiony it just doesn’t go right, i personally spit on it and “kiss” on it almost like giving a hickie tracing the veins and such with my tongue and giving sloppy kisses which i think is everett edmund’s favorite part… i do this for a little bit and alternate it with simply looking up with little bambi eyes tongue out and with my hand move le dick on my tongue and i normally make sure the tip of my tongue hits the base of the head as that’s the most sensitive sweet spot once we have this bitch wet enough to actually give head head trace your tongue around the head, yet again eye contact eye contact eye contact you are fucking because you like each other in some aspect, now good head doesn’t require deep throating (i’d love to be able to but i am a vomity bitch, if you can kudos to you and i do not wanna throw up training myself, i tackled anorexia but i really do not need the risk) no matter the size don’t forget your hand ! we have them for a reason, with my acrylics (they are like longish i consider them medium but everyone’s like no kurtis) i like to softly trace on the balls with one and do the same on their thigh doing the thing with my thumb softly rubbing i’ve always loved that done to my hand and such so what’s stopping me! and once you are ready to do the real deal i always ask if you’re with someone new or just don’t feel comfy with your partner ask them to show you how they like the feeling of jacking off have them wrap their hand around yours for the perfect pressure and i find it easier to twist and if i’m not already mouth around the tip i focus there in that mega sensitive spot. with head you’re gonna want to have your mouth purched as if you’re about to say purple the inner suction of the cheeks is important with moving your tongue like licking an ice cream cone around the shaft while sucking. i personally love some rougher sex with the nice softness and intimacy everett edmund gives because there is so much trust with it so he’ll normally hold my hair and control my speed (it’s really perfect for us damn) he understands my constant nausea and the fact his dick is far too big to deep throat and if your partner doesn’t/tries to force you to you need to leave. headass. no matter how you are/like it/circumstances you both need to be comfy and if you don’t want something of any size like that down your throat you have the right to bestie. even in bdsm instances if your submissive there is still that fact that you can say no and trust each other.
How to actually enjoy head
i know i’m not the only person who’s laid there recieving head worrying over everything, like does it smell and taste good? does he enjoy it? do i actually have a cute cunt like i think (don’t lie we’ve all had a slight boost of confidence down there albeit shade of pink tightness or look) and haven’t been able to actually cum because we’re thinking of it too much! i know you’re thinking kurtis, it’s head who doesn’t enjoy head? me when i’m anxious that’s who. whoever you’re with is doing it because they want to and attracted to you in some sense: if you’re into praise or humiliation or whatever with your partner: it exists in a sense. i wouldn’t be with a guy if i weren’t attracted to them, we don’t think the same when doing anything other than receiving head. i’ve been with everett edmund and he can make me cum in any sense but head it’s harder because i worry so much, personally i need to distract myself so i can enjoy it. i can’t give head and have anything else going on at the same time or else i don’t feel confident and hot as i should which is what i primarily love about giving head, so i think of other things with everett edmund. how much i like his hair, or how sweet he is and if that doesn’t take the mind off my anxiety of everything being received i think of evidence and puts my thoughts on trial as my therapist says. if he didn’t want or enjoy giving head he wouldn’t, if everything didn’t taste good he wouldn’t do it, i think of all the kind compliments he’s said about my cunt to prove that in fact it tastes fine (i do eat a lot of fruit and do a routine boric acid suppository if i’m extra anxious over the ph balance down there if i truly worry) with all these extra little distraction tips i can actually enjoy head and hopefully you can too.