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Monday, August 15, 2005
I Love HandJobs
I LOVE HANDJOBS Ahhhh . . . another evening of massage and hanky panky flew by sensationally. We trade two fourteen-minute sessions a piece and usually Tucker takes both of his on his back, but tonight he mixed it up by asking for a foot rub. I was so excited that he asked for something different that I paused before delivering it in order to lick and caress and suck his prick for awhile. After our massages were over, I resumed cocksucking, feeling as though I could have done it all night if it weren't making me so horny and eager. Then we wound up side-by-side with Tucker first softly stroking downwards from the top of my clit over my labia. His touch felt silky smoothing over my hair. Eventually his fingers gently found room between my lips to give me more direct stimulation, yet often focused at the top of my shaft and hood right at the beginning of the cleft which is where I often like good teasy stroking. He never once pressed too hard . . . he never once missed the mark. I do not know how he managed it, but it was expert, perfect, and utterly incredible. My hand was wrapped around his cock this entire time, rarely moving except to please myself by echoing the rhythms I was feeling. When I felt precum dripping down my wrist I knew I was close to coming; I raised my hips slightly to meet Tucker's fingers more firmly as he deftly jerked off my clit in a rhythm one might use to scrub off a frying pan. If I remember correctly, most of the pressure was applied to the shaft of my clitoris, not so much the head except as a tease at the terminus of each stroke. His forearm may even have been bouncing against my belly, which arouses me to no end for some bizarre reason. I hollered in his ear when I came. Then we fucked and I came a couple more times, my last orgasm audibly decorated with the sounds of semen squishing inside me and between us. Some people don't believe me when I tell them, but I prefer receiving handjobs to receiving oral. I find handjobs more stimulating visually, and I like being able to lamely hold his cock in my hand while he fiddles with me. I like the longer strokes that can be achieved by fingers, and the feeling of fingertips. I like pretending (fleetingly, in my head) we're two guys jacking each other off. I like where the pressure is applied -- more on top rather than underneath/right on the button. And for some reason, handjobs are somehow kinkier to me than oral . . . I'm not sure why. It's so much more hasty and furtive and awkward and old-fashioned. It's not so "for mature audiences only" porno-required. I don't know what it is about it. It's "heavy petting". I think we made my period start sooner than I thought it would . . . I got a little off track with my pills when I couldn't get to the pharmacy to start my new pill pack on time. Oh well. I hope it waits until Wednesday because we rented a hotel room for two nights and I wanted to shoot red pics there. It will work out anyway though -- we have lots to shoot while we're there, mostly solo Trixie and Delia stuff. We're excited about getting some new stuff in a different location! 
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