I’ve heard it said that blow jobs are episodes in which a man is thought to be dominating a woman (or another male, if you enjoy cock too). I’ve also heard the flip side of this theory too. That school of thought insists that it doesn’t have to be that way at all, and instead it could be the woman who is in complete control. She jerks him off with her lip muscles strangling his cock. Even if she’s on her knees, with her tongue latching onto the underbelly of his cock, it is still her that’s fully in charge. Finally, blow jobs can also be sensual and romantic. A slow, methodical caress of her mouth on his love muscle does more to convey affection than just about anything else he could dream up.

None of the above is an original thought on my part. I’m sure you’ve been blown with differing themes and can reinforce these nuances. But I wanted to bring this context up because it makes it easier for me to explain my thoughts on jerking your cock for me. I contend that it is as equally varied versus when I’m going down on you.

You know that stroking for me can be you showing me the proper submission I’m due. You grip your erection tightly because you can’t resist. But the pace of masturbation is dictated by yours truly. I determine how long to keep you breathing normal, and when to take you up a notch. I decide when the time is right to empty those full balls into my hand. You are such a good boy, my dear.

You also know that jerking off with me can be your way of taking charge. You can command the pace and have me speak to you in exactly the way you need in that precise moment. I’m not the submissive type (as you well know), but I know how to please my man (as you also well know). The way I make you cum translates to me servicing you. And that can be akin to when I’m sucking you off and your hands are grasping my head.

I want to go over another need that your jerking off for me fulfills: Romance. I come over to your place. You’ve been anticipating my arrival with baited breath and achy balls. When I text you to inform you that I’m running late and won’t be there for another 30-45 minutes, it drives you mad. You rub one out in record time because you don’t have the willpower to wait for me. When I surprise you by showing up when I said I would after all, you feel like you let me down. No you didn’t, baby. You did the right thing by showing me how much you need me. Instead of wearing a pout, I’m the one who needs to do something for you. My tender side comes through and I take your hands in mine and kiss you. It starts off slow, and then morphs into a passionate make out session. I pull away, “It’s time babe.”

I lead you to the bedroom and start unbuckling your belt. “Lay down for me, babe.” Expecting me to straddle you and ride your cock, I instead cuddle up to you and drape my leg over yours and start playing with your extremely erect nipples. I plant wet kisses on your neck and then suck your ear lobe. “Stroke it for me,” I say. You grip your cock (my cock) and fiercely jerk it like time is running out. “Slow it down babe, I want this to last. Don’t worry; I’m not leaving your side any time soon.” You do as your told, keeping a normal pace. I continue kissing you, sucking on your neck and rubbing your hard nipples between my soft fingertips. I’m giving you the full treatment, to show you how much I’m enjoying our time together. It’s just you and me alone basking in this heightened level of arousal.

We grow closer to each other during every intimate moment we share. You are being such a patient boy. When the time is right, I ask you to speed up the rhythm. My kisses come faster; my hand reaches down and gently takes hold of your balls. You don’t have much brain power left, but you no longer need any. Just as I sense you are going to erupt, I cup my hand and place it in front of your pulsing cock; your warm cream comes gushing out and puddles right in the palm of my hand (how very befitting). I eagerly lap it into my mouth as we both lay there together, breathless with pleasure. This is us. You’ve earned me, and I adore you for it.

Let’s make this happen babe. Let’s begin our jack-off romance right now.



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error: My hips are yours to handle, my pussy is your cock\'s honey-hole. I might let you have this picture too, if you ask for it the next time I make you cum!