The best position in which to give a blow job is flat on my back. Flat on my back with my head hanging off the side of the bed – mouth stretched out, wide open. Hands pinned beneath me, or in the grip of the guy whose cock is jammed nice and hard into my throat.
Blow jobs are fun, don’t get me wrong – the playful control of having someone in your mouth is good. Experimenting with varying levels of pressure, using my hands differently, swallowing as much of your cock as I can. All of it’s good, but none comes close to the sheer passive joy of being fucked in the throat.
It’s rough, and it’s painful, and it makes my eyes water. There’s something deeply satisfying about a guy who makes me choke – a guy who makes me feel like I’ve never been treated so abysmally.
Giving a blow job is a fun thing to do – being throatfucked is something to endure. A challenge offered by the guy – can you take this? Can I do this for as long as I want? Will you choke down on my dick until I spray come so hard down your throat you barely need to swallow?
Men make more noise during throatfucking than they do when you’re blowing them. They grunt, they moan, if they’re particularly brilliant they might occasionally interject with ‘that’s it’ or ‘oh, good girl‘.
Because I pick the boys who like the power.
As ever, it’s about being used
One of my friends likes to greet me by pushing me to my knees as soon as I get inside his front door. He’ll get me at just the right height, push my head back so it’s braced against the wall, then shove his dick into my mouth until I can feel the head pushing against the back of my neck. Until my eyes water and I’m drooling down onto my tits. He doesn’t even hold my head – he uses his hands to casually lift his shirt – keeping it away from the mess he’s making of me. And he’ll keep his cock there and keep fucking, and fucking, and fucking until I cry, or he comes, or both.
The reason I like throatfucking is that it makes me feel like I could be anyone. This guy doesn’t want me – he doesn’t think I’m cool, or interesting, or witty – he just wants somewhere – anywhere – to put his dick.
It’s not romantic, it’s not controlled – it’s a nice, quick, easy way to get off.
The hard part
The tricky thing about throatfucking is that guys are generally pretty nice. No one you’re fucking actually wants to kill you. They always start off gently – afraid that you’ll choke, or vomit, or become horrified and run the fuck away.
But with enough patience, and enough time, I can get a guy to understand that if I lean my head over the arm of the sofa and really stretch myself out, he can fuck my throat as hard as he’d fuck my cunt. And when he looks nervous and eases up to let me breathe I can look up at him with pleading, red-rimmed eyes and moan like I can feel it, like I want him to come. Moan as if all I want in life is to be a passive toy for him to fuck. As if the taste of his come is the only thing that can make me happy at that exact moment. Like I want it more than I want to stop choking and be able to breathe again.
Because… well… it’s true.
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hot damn. my endurance level for throatfucking is still pretty low, but good lord is it fun.
Just sent my bloke a very explicit text about giving this ago next time I see him, absolutely love your blog nice to see someone so open about their sexuality and fantasies. Most girls nowadays are too vanilla and scared to actually talk about what they want and like – I salute you!
First things first. Question of definition. I call it face fucking. My favourite dom taught me that. Hands tied behind my back with bondage tape. Cock so far up my throat that I was oscillating between being choked and sick with saliva literally flooding my mouth and spilling out onto my face. Absolutely love the fuck toy aspect of it.
A while back I was out with another, very well known one-time sex blogger and some comedians, one of whom made the schoolboy error of asking my friend “What’s the furthest you’ve ever gone?” Her answer, which involved throatfucking til she vomited blood, caused the funny guys to turn suddenly quite pale, and I loved her all the more for it.
You’re my kind of girl, word for word! I find something deeply satisfying about making a girl choke, and knowing that it is rough and painful for her. And it never ceases to entertain me how a girl can just sit there and take it, like some sort of pitiful enslaved servant. Robbing that sense of worth and dignity form her. All because she wants to satisfy me, to get me off.
I also like the debasing factor. Like you said, it doesn’t matter who you are, it’s not about love, it’s about the sheer fun of using you in such an amusing and arousing way.
I love hearing the slosh of her throat, the sound of her gagging, seeing her eyes glaze over in tears, and the constant bouts of drool oozing from her hurt throat, and giving her that moment to spit it out quickly and gasp so I can go again and again. I look forward to seeing how much she has to spit each time, it’s so amusing and hot!
yes, yes, yes. Throat fucking is such a joy. It scares me a lot and my tolerance level could stand to be improved. great excuse for more practice then…