Blowing Monsters

If I could have the power to violate all the apparent boundaries of fiction, I would become a character in a horror movie who sucks the monster's cock.
I don't want some random non-famous undead/monstrous penis, but I would like to see Jason Voorhies or the (I would assume pierced) cock of Pinhead. I am choosy though - Freddy just doesn't do anything for me.

Are these guys only monsters who get off by killing? I have studied them closely and I think there could be more. I feel pretty sure if I could get Michael Myers pants off and my wet mouth and warm, soft breath near his crotch before he ran his knife up and completely through me I could get him hard. If I moved deftly enough and sliced his pants open with my own blade (I am not going unarmed into this!) and his hardening cock into my mouth fast enough I am pretty sure he would enjoy it. And I bet his cum would taste like nectar of ambrosia.

Wet Sauna

The shower at the gym is odd.

The naked bodies there, the bare bodies of women there – are not the bodies of women I know. The television bodies and porn bodies are smooth, lithe poreless.
My own body, alive with angles and sinew is more like the tv bodies. My small breasts jump excitedly from my chest.

But the bodies at the gym stun me. They are rippled, red and loose. They hang and dangle in fascinating places. There are welts and puckers where I always thought only smooth slopes were. And breasts that are large lay flat and deflated while the small ones are often cockeyed and silly. Overall though, and this is something I like because I don’t have it, these bodies look soft. Soft and comfortable. No, comforting.

I walked into the wet sauna and along with a wall of steam I was met with the glare of two grey eyes. No one else was in there. The woman, at least in her forties, kept watching me even after I dropped my eyes. I could feel it. She was sitting naked and rubbing herself with a natural loofah. Rubbing her arms, her legs, her large breasts and finally her flat broad hips.

I sat down beneath her, just to her right.

I had my Great White Shark towel from Myrtle Beach wrapped around me. I very slowly let it drop. So she could see my arm and back muscles, recently worked to failure and swollen. I continued to slowly pull my towel down and off my back entirely. Then I opened it so she could see my flat stomach and the complete hairlessness between my legs.

I shifted my gaze up slightly to meet hers again but she was not looking in my face. And she was using the loofah now to rub between her own legs.

I watched. Then I cupped my breasts lightly with both my hands and lightly thumbed my nipples. She moaned. The steam was thick but I could see as she inserted two fingers inside herself. I opened my legs and ran my fingers up and down my thighs. Using the fingers of my right hand, I slowly spread apart my labia. She whispered yes repeatedly. I looked down at myself and then, too hot……quickly wrapped my shark towel around myself and left for the showers.

To see who else was around.

Electro Play: Oral Sex Treatment

Electrosexual Therapy - Involves the administration of brief electrical impulses to the cock while inserted in my mouth, which may help to reduce all other behavior (for the severely ill).





The first time I used electric shock was by accident. I was fixing a stereo while it was on and found that it felt good on my clitoris. That is a lie. The first time was the electric fences that kep the fucking sheep away from the blind and mangled glue horses when I was a kid.

Oh god I loved those low loose fences.

Electricity is a shortcut. It is useful. I want to cut the wires to this lamp right here and peel off the beige plastic and attach it to your cock, plug it in and wrap my mouth around the whole works.

We would form a circuit. Movements would gain a new critcalness and the wetness of my tongue and throat would be pure incapacitating menace.

Oral Fixation

"In our culture,there are things we may or may not do with our mouths..."


When I was a little kid I sucked my thumb.

Oral fixation is a condition which causes certain people to always require stimulation of the mouth. The concept was coined by Sigmund Freud, probably during one of his cocaine highs. He thought that young infants get some sort of "orgasmic" pleasure from sucking, chewing, biting, etc., because that is what is most important in their lives at that point: nourishment through the mouth. Children who did not get enough stimulation were believed to later on develop oral fixation.
People with oral fixation can be identified because they are always eating, biting their nails, licking their lips, drinking, chewing the tips of their pencils, or making out. There are other "fixations", such as nasal fixations, which requires constant stimulation of the nasal area, usually by sticking coins up there, or drinking milk or rum through the nasal cavities. It is quite entertaining to be around a drunk person with a nasal fixation.


I no longer suck thumbs, I suck cocks.

Orgasm and other averages

It takes the average woman eight minutes to achieve orgasm.

But I am being specific here and so averages are just my fucking jumping off point.


Less Than Average:

What I used to like to do to get off quickly was go out to a dance club on Wednesday night right down the street from my apartment. Acid jazz. Horrible stuff. The city was addicted to it. I would dance there for awhile until I found someone who was tall enough and had their hair correctly braided. Oh, and did not smile.

Whispering one soft hello in their ear, I would lead them silently by the hand and walk them back in the direction of my apartment but we would never end up there. Instead, I would take them on a shortcut that was a series of alley ways through a housing project. This is when they would say something funny and I would smile like I thought it was amusing when it was only awkward an obvious outward signal of their nervous excitement.

These alleyways ended by a Chinese restaurant beside where I lived. Around behind the restaurant was an even smaller alley paved with cement in upheaval. It was unlit and full of curious black barrels, milk crates and very often, discarded noodles and needles.

I would stop at the middle of this space, push him against the tagged brick wall and drop his hand so I could pull his low hanging pants down far enough to free his cock. Interestingly, not one of these guys ever tried to be funny at that moment. Then, pulling up a dry milk crate I would sit in front of him and shove his cock in my mouth, simultaneously dropping my long legs open wide and straight, right across the aleey, so I could push his hand into my vagina and thumb into my clit.

They usually beat me, but I’d come in under 5 minutes on average.



More Than Average:

Quite often, a fast orgasm, is not as good as a long one. Or, if it is fast there might to be the compensatory multiple experiences.

Recently, while visiting some island that is exactly the opposite of what island conjures up in the average Western imagination, I had the good fortune to have someone between my thighs for a very long time. During this time his patience and rhythm led me to orgasm so slowly, only after a very long time, that I nearly fainted with anticipation. Much longer than eight minutes. Just this short recollection of his tongue all over my clitoris, mouth pressing against my labia and hands wrapped all the way around my thighs make me so wet right now that I have to stop writing and go pour red food colouring and corn syrup on my genitals and put my fingers inside myself for a while.