Yeah, so I am totally a blowjob queen, or I should say, I was in the past, anyway. Am I a slut? - totally not, although I have nothing against sluttiness or anyone enjoying being or loving a "slut". What I get from sucking guys has nothing to do with daddy issues or the need to be an attention whore. I didn't then and don't now sleep around for kicks. It's all really much simpler than that.
I'm Kim, by the way. New England born and raised. Oh, of course you want to know that I'm a strawberry blond curvy girl-next-door type. I'm the rare ginger that tans however, so as summer rolls around there are usually tan lines and freckles involved. I'm a reddish-head on top, there is a neatly trimmed carpet below, and yes, it matches the drapes. As I said, I'm curvy, and a tad tall for a girl but not towering. And I've got dimples both in my cheeks and above my butt in my lower back. I gotta think that the cheek dimples add to the blowjob charm LOL. Big green eyes. Oh and I have beautiful hands with long slender fingers. You probably don't care about that last part, but I do because I feel they look great when I'm playing my guitar.
So anyway, as I was saying, I like using my mouth on guys. I say it that way, because ladies if you're just "sucking dick" (UGH!), you are definitely missing the boat on all the fun. There's nibbling, licking, tonguing, rubbing, of course kissing, and so much more, and there's a lot more than just a dick down there to play around with. I don't have a dick (obviously) so I'm not speaking from experience, but I've got to imagine that if the only tool a girl's got in her arsenal is a head-bobbin slobber-fest, that must get mighty tedious for the guy. Oh, and no throat-fucking i.e. so called "deep throat" for me. I've never done it and don't ever intend to. It just looks icky and seems like nothing more than a power-trip ego thing for the guys. If you're into it, whatever, but I prefer "mouth play" - it should be light and fun! I mean there are vaginas for power fucking, right?
So the blowjob stuff started innocently enough. My best guy friend Dean and I spent the summer after high school graduation goofing around together before heading off to college. We would end up hanging around almost every afternoon that hot summer- sometimes doing stuff like swimming, watching dumb movies, getting ice cream, listening to music together; that kind of silly stuff high school friends do. Neither of us had a whole lot of opposite--sex experience compared to most 18 year olds (ok, none!). I was a late bloomer physically, and was ashamed of my skinny body until everything fell into place senior year and I got real tits and a womanly ass. I'd also been too wrapped in my writing and studies (3.92 GPA baby!). Dean, although a hottie, was really shy and I think a little afraid to ask girls out (high school girls can be so intimidating!), but as he later revealed he spent plenty of time jerking himself off!. But of course, by senior year, we had both become a little curious. Dean is/was a kinda low-key guy - not a macho man type but a cute emo-boy-band vibe but without the ridiculous hair, skinny jeans or smug attitude, plus he's a little too old for that, kinda like a brother from another mother to me. It started with a bunch of curious kissing every afternoon for a few weeks. Eventually some light groping began to work its way into the game. After a while I noticed that he'd been sporting some serious wood in his jeans. Admittedly, I'd find myself having to change panties after a typical bout of our afternoon sessions, if you know what I mean!
Anyways, eventually I started to feel bad for Dean. He never pressured me or anything or even mentioned it, but I felt bad that he had to go home and deal with a "problem" himself that was partly my fault! I was cool with me taking myself for a little "solo" ride after our trysts, but thought maybe I could be more generous with him. Plus I was becoming more and more curious about what might come next. I did know I did not want to dive in with both feet. I was just not ready for a full "intimate" serious relationship yet. Plus, it wasn't that kind of love; I mean I loved him as a friend but didn't want to take it any farther, It feels funny to say in this context, but I guess "I'm just not that kind of girl" - LOL -that's not usually something a BJ Queen would say, but as I said before - I'm not a slut! (Unless I am in a relationship, in which case I am totally willing to be a slut!)
I guess I should mention now that it never evolved into real dick-pussy stuff because of my career hopes. Don't think I wasn't curious, but I've got some plans for the future. I'm a singer-songwriter. Not a shitty little waif covering the latest pop radio styles in a wimpy baby-girl mew, but someone who is taking it to the next level with strong vocals, guitar, piano and songwriting. Think Juliana Hatfield or Alanis Morrissette. I've always been serious about this and noted for my writing in the local and regional music press. I've won numerous awards and contests. During the time period I'm describing here, I knew I wanted to go for it - and going for it in the music business means not getting tied down to a guy, or especially a baby. I had done well and learned to write in high school, and I could really start to pursue this seriously as a college girl; that had never been possible as a high-schooler. But I wanted to be really careful; seeing a friend go through a pregnancy scare certainly "scared me straight", so to speak. I'd never heard of anyone getting pregnant from jerking guys off or swallowing cum however, so here we are
So anyway, eventually his dick came out of his pants (haha, ok, so I took it out!), and I would kinda gently massage it until - well, you know what would happen next, At first, being shy, he was actually kinda embarrassed about the whole "shooting his load" business, but I would just smile knowing I was "doing my part". I remember at first, I just kinda enjoyed making him feel good, but as time went on, I became more intrigued and curious with what I was dealing with - it wasn't a "monster cock" (what a stupid name - only a guy would come up with something like that!) It was just your average garden variety cock, but it was the inherent beauty of the design of the thing; smooth and soft in some places, rigid and with pronounced features in others and capped by this beautiful crown so perfectly shaped for its purpose of slipping into a warm, wet pussy. SO beautiful.
But then came the revelation that got me hooked; I saw that how I rubbed and interacted with this thing of beauty caused all kinds of interesting reactions; from Dean, in the form of oohs and aah and moans, but then also IN ME, and I'm not just talking about the sopping wet pussy I always ended up with. I realized that I could make someone else feel so wonderful; to see a guy slip into another world of peace and joy and surrender. It's not so much only a control thing for me, but the knowledge that I have such a beautiful gift to give - it made me feel so kind and generous - and I guess, a little powerful.
My enthusiasm and all those good feelings caused me to get really good at dick stuff really fast. I was just so into it (still am). I quickly learned that certain moves made his already hard dick swell even more and then when he was ready to lose it, his balls would contract and the head of his dick would leak a bit, and his face would show sheer bliss. Not many things on earth more beautiful than that! The more I experimented and observed, the more I wanted to know and experiment even further!
It got to the point where I was really looking forward to our daily make-out session, followed by my daily dick-exploration which always ended with Dean having a chest splattered with his own cum! I looked forward to trying something new every day, stroking really fast, or alternating between fast and slow, I would focus on just the end of his cock or the sensitive area on the underside of the shaft. It didn't take long for me to discover "edging", although I didn't know what it was called at the time - all I knew is that if I brought him to near-climax, and then backed off a few times, when I finally did push him over the edge - the look on his face told me he was experiencing something very special, and releasing in an especially deep way - and I'm the one who'd made it happen!.
Dean was obviously enjoying all the free handjobs, but it started to kinda bother him. He thought maybe HE was the selfish one. He started saying things like "maybe we should go out on some dates" and stuff like that. I guess he thought if we were "having sex" we should be a couple (although I didn't think of it as having sex, just me doing him a favor while also experimenting and having fun, and I guess, kinda practicing for when I was in a "real" relationship). I told him a few times that I really didn't want that, and if he was uncomfortable with how it was, we could just go back to kissing and making out, or even to just being "hang-out" friends. He couldn't spit out "no, its cool, its cool, lets just keep going like we are" fast enough, LOL.
