The View From My Knees

A fabulous quote from
Girl With a One-Track Mind:

“…if there are any rules in ‘The Game’ I’d bet they damn well include not chatting up a bloke when you might have another guy’s cum still visible on your dress. “

I’d been looking forward to seeing Scout for months, but it wasn’t until I got off the plane in Oakland that I began to get nervous. We barely knew each other; what would we talk about? There were so many unknowns, and yet we’d committed to spending an entire weekend together. However, there was one thing we did know that made all of this uncertainty worth the risks: the spark. We’d felt it at Burning Man, and we hadn’t had a chance to act on it. Then, in L.A., we’d felt it again in those brief moments we’d seen each other. When we were together, the rest of the world seemed to get a little dimmer. It wasn’t just a physical attraction. There was more to it than that, but I didn’t yet know how much more.

As I waited at the curb with my luggage, I hovered between nervousness and excitement. I’d jokingly referred to the trip as my interstate bootie call and, while I knew there was more to it than that, I couldn’t wait to feel him slip his arms around me and press his lips against mine. At the same time, I wasn’t sure if I’d be ready to jump into bed with him, considering how little we knew about each other. But when I saw him pull up to the curb, my nervousness disappeared. He stepped out of the car, and we eagerly wrapped our arms around each other. As we kissed, I felt that familiar spark and knew I was in for a wonderful weekend.

When we got to the hotel room, it was late. I put my things away, and we sat for a little while chatting and getting comfortable with each other. Eventually, we turned off the lights and snuggled up in bed. As we lay there, our hands began to wander. His fingers found my panties, and he slipped them under the cotton fabric. He slid a finger inside of me, and I let out a moan, not realizing until that moment just how much I wanted him. As his finger slowly worked in and out of my wet hole, I felt myself nearing orgasm. Not wanting the encounter to peak so quickly, I pushed his hand away and coaxed him onto his back. Starting at his neck, I left a trail of kisses down to his hard cock. I hungrily took it into my mouth, licking and sucking to my heart’s content. Then I stopped and looked up at him.

“Do you have any-”

“Yes, for later?”

“No,” I told him intently. “Now.”

He didn’t need me to make it any clearer. He dug a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it on. I lay on the bed, legs spread, eager to have him inside of me. Then , he entered me. I was already insanely horny, and his hard member moving inside of me felt so fucking good that I could barely keep from coming right away. It wasn’t long before we were both crying out in an explosive simultaneous orgasm. We collapsed, exhausted from the excitement of finally releasing the tension that had been building for months, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I awoke the next morning to the sun creeping in through the sheer hotel curtains. I snuggled up to the sleeping Scout and, as he awoke, we slowly began to caress each other. Soon, I was riding on him, moaning with each thrust of his hips. I reached a quick but intense orgasm, and then we switched positions. I lay on my back, legs wrapped around him as he pumped his cock in and out. It wasn’t long before he came, too.

By this time, we’d worked up a healthy appetite. We lay naked in bed, eating breakfast and discussing our plans for the day. After breakfast, we showered, dressed, and then headed out. We spent a wonderful afternoon together walking the streets of San Francisco. We browsed through Chinatown, marveled at art exhibits, and enjoyed a lovely Asian tea service. We wandered through a few sex shops and picked up a few supplies for later, including flavored lubricant and a pair of red butterfly panties for me.

Back at the hotel room, he brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm with his skilled fingers and tongue. Then it was my turn to return the favor. As he lay naked on his back, I began to lick and suck his erect penis. I reached to the nightstand and grabbed the small pack of raspberry-flavored lubricant we’d purchased earlier. I spread it on my breasts and pressed them around his cock, creating a beautiful, slippery flesh tunnel. He slid up and down through my cleavage, my tongue lapping at the head of his cock each time it pressed up from between my tits. Finally, to bring him to a climax, I put his sweetly flavored cock back in my mouth and took him as deep into my throat as I could. It wasn’t long before he was shooting his warm liquid into my mouth.

Pleasantly exhausted, we both drifted off into an afternoon nap. When we woke, we went out for a lovely dinner and then moved on to a bar near our hotel for drinks. We stumbled back to our hotel room around midnight, more than a little drunk from the giant “lava bowl” we’d shared at the bar. As soon as the hotel room door clicked behind us, we began to ravage each other. We tore each other’s clothes off as quickly as we could, and it wasn’t long before he was inside of me. We went through position after position, making so much noise that I’m surprised our neighbors didn’t call hotel security. Then my playful lover reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small vibrator, very much like my own Magnetic Massager. He bent me over a bench at the end of the bed and entered me from behind while I worked myself into a wild orgasm with the vibrator.

After giving me a brief moment to recover from my climax, we moved back onto the bed. I got on my hands and knees while he applied extra lubricant to his condom-covered member. Then he grabbed my hips and slowly slid his cock into my ass. He pumped in and out – gently, at first, and then eagerly – until he exploded in orgasm.

Not quite ready for bed after our passionate encounter, we lay together watching television and eating an assortment of fruit and cheese. During commercials, we talked about how the weekend would surely end up on my blog, and laughed as we brainstormed nicknames for him. Soon, we drifted off to a very satisfied sleep.

The next morning, we awoke with only a few hours until my flight. We lazily cuddled in bed for some time, enjoying the morning sun shining through the window. His hands caressed the curves of my body and eventually found their way between my legs, where my wet pussy awaited his touch. After fingering me for a short time, he moved his face between my legs and lapped eagerly at my clit as I stroked his cock. Just when I thought I couldn’t wait any longer, he rolled on a condom and entered me. The passion in our final encounter was intense, and it wasn’t long before I felt myself on the verge of ecstasy.

“Are you going to come with me, baby?” I asked him, breathlessly.

“Oh god, yes,” he replied.

And we came.

Afterward, we showered, and then I packed. He drove me to the airport and we said a passionate curbside goodbye. I knew this was a weekend I’d never forget. If I’m lucky, and if my dear Scout can forgive me for taking so long to write about our time together, perhaps there will be more to come.

I can’t believe I almost forgot! Today is Steak and a Blowjob day. The girls have their Valentine’s Day, and now the boys have Steak and a Blowjob Day. Ladies, if your man spoiled you on V-Day, then you had better treat him right tonight.

Just for fun, here are a few blowjob links:

Blog Posts:

• My own post on giving a Mind-Blowing Blowjob
• Ten Thousandth Blowjob
• Blowjob Monday
• How to Give a Blowjob in a Car

Books

• Tickle His Pickle
• Blow Him Away
• The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio
• The Art of Auto-Fellatio

Videos

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• Buckets of Cum
• Blonde Blowjob
• Mastercard Blowjob Commercial

DVDs

• Nina Hartley’s Advanced Guide to Oral Sex DVD
• How to Give A World-Class Blowjob

Other Stuff

• Overexposed Weekend: Fingers
• Stripper Blow Jobs
• Steak and a BJ Day

A few days ago, I said goodbye to someone very special to me.

In today’s society, we think of our pets as children, and losing them can be devastating. It is especially difficult when illness comes quickly, as it did with my little guy, and a “parent” is faced with the decision to end the suffering humanely. On Thursday morning, I learned that my cat had a large tumor, and would not recover. His body had already begun to shut down and it was only going to get worse. I took him home, canceled my plans for the evening, and spent one last night with him.

It was easy to see that he was ready to go. He barely ate any of the special treats I tried to give him, and he could barely walk from one room to the next without stopping to take a rest. I watched him curl up alone in a dark corner, remembering how it had only been a couple of weeks ago that he was waking me up with a loving nibble on my nose and loud purring in my ear. This 18-pound cat I’d affectionately called my “Little Bastard” had once loved to lie on my chest, stare adoringly in my eyes, and gently touch my cheek with his paw. Now, bones poking out due to his rapid weight loss, he would only allow me to hold him for a few minutes at a time before crawling out of my arms to be alone.

Friday morning at the vet’s office, Lucky and I held hands and gently stroked his furry little face as he drifted off to his final sleep. I stayed with his body for a while after he was gone, stroking his fur and telling him how much I loved him. I kissed him over and over, knowing that one of these kisses would be the last I ever gave him.

When we returned home, I called in sick to work and spent the rest of the day in bed. Since that day, my only comfort has been in the numbness I feel most of the time. Occasionally, I’ll catch myself staring at his photo, and the tears will start to form. Then I’ll blink them back and focus on something else. Every once in a while, a television show or something I hear on the radio will make me laugh. I’ve even felt aroused a few times. But then I think about how much I miss him, and I feel guilty for allowing myself to want something pleasurable. It’s as if having sex so soon after his death would be disrespectful to his memory. I know that’s not true, of course, but logic and emotion rarely see eye to eye. Right now, my heart wants to grieve, regardless of what my body wants. And I suppose that’s what I’ll have to let it do. Does this mean that when I’m ready to laugh or have sex again it will mean that I’m over my loss? No, of course not. When my Little Bastard left me, he took a piece of my heart with him, and I’ll always miss him. However, time will make it easier, and the guilt will eventually go away. My heart will understand that feeling joy or pleasure doesn’t mean I miss him any less. For now, though, I’ll just have to give it the time it needs to say goodbye.