Contemplating Cocksucking
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quiregrrlI’m not a very good lesbian. The militant gender-policing wimmin-born-wimmin penetration-is-rape smash-the-patriarchy lesbians are going to take away my membership card and deodorant crystal if they find out. I like boys. Tranny boys, butches, genderqueers, bois, Daddys and I’ve even been known to pant in the direction of the occasional factory-standard gay leatherman. Usually bears.
I’ve given many reasons for my predilection over the years, lofty, political, intelligent and passionate reasons. At the base of it all though, I like cock. More to the point, I like sucking cock. Show me a queer packing a bulge and I go weak at the knees, which is quite handy because on them is where I want to be.
When I was still doing the straight thing, I sucked a lot of cock. Like Bill Clinton, I didn’t think that a blow job counted as “sexual relations”. I did not have sexual relations with those men. I wasn’t a very good straight girl either, apart from being an unrealised queer, I liked giving head. Good straight girls apparently don’t enjoy that, it’s just something they do to keep the boys happy. Me? I loved it, I loved the power of having their most precious possession at the mercy of my teeth, I loved the way I could make them beg, I loved the way their cocks would twitch with just a little flick of my tongue.
I still love those things. Every now and then I bump up against people who don’t understand. I brush against the perception that there isn’t much point sucking on a silicone dick, it’s not like the owner can feel it after all. Right? Well, I’ve never worn a cock, let alone had it sucked, and I would never presume to speak for the boys and butches and queers who pack, but I think they feel it. And in my opinion, there’s more to a good blow job than sucking like your life depends on getting that golf ball through the garden hose.
The groan that escapes from a boy as I hold his hips and put a condom on with my mouth. The way he pants as our eyes lock - his half closed staring down at me, mine streaming tears as his cock chokes off my air. The way she shudders when I struggle against my gag reflex. That moment when his eyes close and his head falls back as my lips reach the base of his cock. Yeah, I think they feel me. I know I feel them.
I’ve given many reasons for my predilection over the years, lofty, political, intelligent and passionate reasons. At the base of it all though, I like cock. More to the point, I like sucking cock. Show me a queer packing a bulge and I go weak at the knees, which is quite handy because on them is where I want to be.
When I was still doing the straight thing, I sucked a lot of cock. Like Bill Clinton, I didn’t think that a blow job counted as “sexual relations”. I did not have sexual relations with those men. I wasn’t a very good straight girl either, apart from being an unrealised queer, I liked giving head. Good straight girls apparently don’t enjoy that, it’s just something they do to keep the boys happy. Me? I loved it, I loved the power of having their most precious possession at the mercy of my teeth, I loved the way I could make them beg, I loved the way their cocks would twitch with just a little flick of my tongue.
I still love those things. Every now and then I bump up against people who don’t understand. I brush against the perception that there isn’t much point sucking on a silicone dick, it’s not like the owner can feel it after all. Right? Well, I’ve never worn a cock, let alone had it sucked, and I would never presume to speak for the boys and butches and queers who pack, but I think they feel it. And in my opinion, there’s more to a good blow job than sucking like your life depends on getting that golf ball through the garden hose.
The groan that escapes from a boy as I hold his hips and put a condom on with my mouth. The way he pants as our eyes lock - his half closed staring down at me, mine streaming tears as his cock chokes off my air. The way she shudders when I struggle against my gag reflex. That moment when his eyes close and his head falls back as my lips reach the base of his cock. Yeah, I think they feel me. I know I feel them.
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Date: 2009-02-07 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-07 12:08 pm (UTC)*squirms in her seat*
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Date: 2009-02-07 12:24 pm (UTC)You should pack at the next Lion's Den :)
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Date: 2009-02-07 02:04 pm (UTC)I used to like it when I fucked men... it was a power trip, mostly, back then. Like you, I liked having them at my mercy. Once you get your mouth on one of those, its owner almost instantly becomes helpless. Or at least, that was how it worked for me then.
These days, I'm only interested in the strap-on kind, and the power dynamic is (usually, but not always) reversed. I like feeling helpless in a way that I never wanted to with the factory-issue version... all the gagging and choking and tears and drool... yeah. There is just nothing for me like the moment the wearer of that cock tightens his hold on me and convulses in a giant orgasm, all from my oral attentions.
I know they feel it.
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Date: 2009-02-07 02:26 pm (UTC)It's funny, looking back and noticing power dynamics and things that, knowing what I know now, should have been big fucking clues!! I agree though that the power dynamic is usually reversed these days. With bio guys I used to bite any time they grabbed my head or tried to force it, or even take control in any way. Blowing non-bio cock though, it's all the better if there's a hand wrapped in my hair holding me still while the owner fucks my face... *fans self*
Yeah... gagging and choking and tears... so hot :)
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:40 am (UTC)Some Lesbians have had issues with us because we refuse to hate men and don't conform to the butch/femme thing (which is fine and which I totally respect, just not my thing)! Others just don't get the Daddy/boy thing. In my opinion, pushing gender roles and having a great time doing it, is being more of a feminist than putting more labels and rules on your fellow women!
You go girl!
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:27 pm (UTC)And I agree wholeheartedly re butch women... butches are hot, as are transguys :) For more than their cocks *wink*
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Date: 2009-02-22 07:31 pm (UTC)I don't believe in labels but I do find it distressing that due to the actions of others, you hate being called a lesbian. It is a bad reflection on those lesbians who have made you feel that way! I personally love the term dyke tho!
Rock on and fuck em if they can't handle it!
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Date: 2009-02-09 05:27 am (UTC)Though I don't draw a distinction between genders- only types of people (admittedly there are more non-bio boys or woman that I would let gag me with a phallus- it seems to me most guys I have known have had trouble distinguishing between a transitory sex role and innate social/sexual fact...if that makes sense...)
When a certain someone fakes blowing down my throat- I see her eyes stagger just like a boys. They feel it!
Putting a condom on with only your mouth is a life skill I am very proud to have.
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Date: 2009-02-09 07:06 am (UTC)I think it's an advantage to not draw distinction between the genders, but ... I'm fairly hard-wired to the non-bio-phallus. There is always the possibility of an exception, of course, but it's only a very small possibility.
And yes, it's a life-skill well deserving of pride :)