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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Feed Me

One of the things that seems to be forgotten where male bisexuals are concerned is the fact that we might go off the chain about having sex with guys and being into them to whatever degree we are… but we still like, love, and desire women despite how deliciously insane and complicated they are and can be.

Once I learned the joy of eating pussy, it also came at a time where a lot of girls not only wanted to be eaten but the mantra, “You gotta lick it before you can stick it!” came into awareness which, um, presented a bit of a problem since it was very well rumored that Black men didn’t eat pussy and in my early days of being a fan of “eating at the Y,” oh, my… I got to see a lot of guys get rebuffed by gals who would let them – and anyone else in hearing distance – know that if you don’t eat pussy, you don’t get any. Now, it was true that a lot of girls thought that having a guy put his mouth on her down there was just plain nasty and, yup, a lot of guys were of the exact same mind.

However, as I got into my teens, the word on the street was that if you had a girlfriend and you weren’t eating her pussy on a very regular basis, someone else would be doing it or, “If you wanna keep her, you’d better eat her!” And women weren’t hearing any of that shit some guys were doing: Going down on her and giving her a few licks and, usually, to get her wet. In trying to get into a girl’s panties, I’d often be told that if I was just gonna give her those few licks, the conversation was over and many assumed that I was like all the other guys… until they found out that I wasn’t – and that was provided that I could convince them that if you want your pussy eaten really good, I’m the one to do it.

It wasn’t all that difficult to figure out, know, and learn that if I wasn’t going to be willing to get down there and give her a good, long, and thorough eating, I was gonna be like a lot of guys who were suffering through The Drought and more so because they refused to give a girl the eating she wanted and needed. I’d overhear girls talking about the guys who wouldn’t do it as well as the ones who were… inadequate or inept at it and it became clear to me that the guy would wouldn’t do it or complain about having to do it – and longer than he had in mind – well, unless he had something else going for him – like a really big dick – well, he wasn’t getting any pussy and no matter how much he begged and pleaded for it.

And woe be unto the guy who’d tell a girl that he was gonna eat her… then he didn’t do it. So when a girl would tell me, “If you’re not gonna eat me until I come, forget it!” I could confidently tell them, “I can and will do that, you know, if you give me a chance to prove myself and if you do, I’m gonna be down there for a while!” For the girls looking for a guy to munch their carpet, they were willing to take a chance with me; one girl told me, “If you can eat my pussy good, you can fuck me!” The end of this particular story was that I got to fuck her… because I had my face plastered to her crotch for almost an hour, making her cum so many times that she literally beat me off of her.

Because I had learned early on that eating pussy was way better than sucking dick… and I loved to suck dick. The good and bad part about eating women was that many of them would do everything they could to not cum just to see how long I’d stay down there and the girls that taught me how to better eat pussy not only warned me about this but made it very damned clear that I had to stay down there until one of us quit… and I’d better not be the one to quit. One girl told me, “If she’s not looking at you like you tried to kill her and trying to get away from you, you’re doing it wrong.”

Made sense to me since, you know, eating pussy is da shit. And since I do remember Collaredmichael asking me about women, well, I wanted to once again write about my favorite thing to do to women: Get my face between their legs and just eat her until one of us quits… and I’m not going to be of a mind to be the one to quit. Just like sucking dick, it’s not easy to explain the sheer and unmitigated joy I feel. Hell, a woman doesn’t even have to ask me to eat her – that’s a given unless she says otherwise. Shit… I’m not beyond just going down on her “out of nowhere” because eating pussy is always running around inside my head.

Those who don’t eat pussy or have given up on it for some reason may not understand how damned thrilling it is to do. It’s the ultimate kiss and such a damned intimate one and, as such, one of my “heroes” is the person who first ate a pussy; if I could, I’d erect a statue in their honor. Giving a woman head, well, it isn’t that easy and it can be very labor-intensive and, um, sometimes, a bit hazardous. I can’t begin to count the many times I’ve almost been smothered and choked out, come close to drowning when she’s a squirter; I’ve gotten my teeth loosened, my lips split, more than one bloody nose and have pulled quite a few muscles and suffered charley horses in my pursuit to bring a woman oral pleasure. The hardest part for me is dealing with failure and to be doing everything I can do down there and she’s just lying there planning out the rest of her day or, damn, asking me if I’m done yet and can we get to the fucking part of things. I had to learn to not get bent out of shape whenever a woman would tell me that she didn’t like being eaten and when I ask why, they either say they don’t know or, worse, when they’ve been eaten before, whomever was doing it wasn’t committed to staying down there until she’s had enough, lacked technique/finesse and, sometimes, totally unwilling to go back down on her after, um, making a deposit and, yeah, women can easily pick it up when a guy is down there and he really kinda doesn’t want to be.

Idiots.

But if she tells me that she’s never had an orgasm this way or it’s hard for her to cum, well, hmm – let me see what I can do about that and I also had to learn how to accept that I’m not always going to get it right… but it will never be for a lack of trying; I am nothing if not persistent because, um, hmm, I’ve never been the kind of guy who thinks spending a whole lot of time down there is a bad thing and the longer it takes for her to be pleased this way, the more fun I can have eating her.

I’ve had women ask, “If all I wanted you to do is eat me, would you be happy just doing that?” And my answer is, “Hell, yeah, I’d be happy – is that a trick question?” I learned that such a situation is a very valid one because she might not want to be fucked for some reason but if she can get a nice long and intense eating, well, that works… and it works for me… and sometimes, to be honest, I’d rather eat it than fuck it. And just like when I’m sucking dick, I do want whomever I’m going down on to be pleased but, yeah, I’m selfish in that I’m also doing it because it pleases the living daylights out of me. The best compliment I’ve ever gotten was when a woman told me, “You’re dangerous…” and, yeah, she was giving me “that look” when she said it. The worst thing a woman has told me was, “With some more training, you might eventually get good at it.”

Ouch. I’ve had my share of negative reviews and I’ve had to grow some pretty thick skin because of them and once, after such a review, all I said to her was, “I’m sorry that I didn’t meet your expectations… but I still had fun eating you.” And I meant it even though she said that it sounded fucked up and I guess because she didn’t have the fun she expected, I wasn’t supposed to have fun doing it.

I live to eat pussy. I love the smell, taste, and feel of it and I can get so damned lost that, um, sometimes, I’ve totally missed the moment when she says she’s had enough and I need to stop… and then had to learn not to get all that upset having to stop because eating pussy is just so damned good to do. It is worth the effort it takes; it is worth, say, getting my face scoured by her pubic hair – and if she has it – and all the other things I’ve had happen to me while I’m down there is is also worth it. Some guys look at this as being a chore and/or a necessary evil… and I think there’s something wrong with them because she didn’t have to allow you to go down on her in the first place but since she did, it would be a good idea to not make her regret the decision and to put forth your very best effort.

Some guys complain that it takes too long for a woman to orgasm or cum and, well, sometimes it does… but that’s where being persistent and patient comes into play and if you’re like me and truly love eating pussy, you’re gonna spend and take all of the time in the world to either get her to cum… or she makes you stop. And if all that happens is that I’ve spent some time eating her, I am more than good with that – did I mention how much fun it is to eat pussy? Every time I’ve eaten pussy, it’s a challenge I’m willing to accept because sometimes it works to perfection… and sometimes it just doesn’t. And, you betcha – I’m the guy who’ll ask a woman how she likes to be eaten and I learned to listen to her when she’s telling me what to do and, of course, what works on one woman isn’t guaranteed to work on the next woman… or the same woman. And the fun of it is trying to find out what is going to work as well as what didn’t work… this time.

And when a woman has told me that she hopes I’m good at it, I learned to tell her the truth: I am going to do the best I can and do everything I’ve learned to make it good for her when I go down on her and not make her regret it… because I can only do the best I can do, right? There’s always having to deal with her experiences in being eaten and especially those that weren’t all that good and it’s worth saying again but the biggest complaint I’ve heard from women has been not being eaten long enough and my early lessons in this particular thing would often leave me with so much facial pain it wasn’t funny. It’s not about eating her for as long as I think – it’s about eating her for as long as it’s going to take for her to orgasm (and if she can) and/or she gets so tender that she just can’t stand another lick.

There’s technique and all that but eating pussy is about… feel. It’s about finding all the good spots down there which requires some attention to detail and more than a passing familiarity with the anatomy of her stuff; it’s about doing something and being able to pay attention to how her body reacts… or doesn’t. A woman can tell whether or not a guy actually and really does love eating pussy… and whether a guy is doing it because it’s expected of him and, yeah, it’s a chore that he’d rather spend less time doing or being in a hurry to get his dick in her. Again, many women have told me that if she’s not lying there wondering what truck just ran her over, backed up, and ran her over again, you probably didn’t do it enough to get that result.

God… I love eating pussy…

 
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Posted by on 14 April 2021 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Inside My Head… While Giving Head

Gosh… I don’t quite remember when the first time I gave someone head – or whether it was a guy or a gal – and they asked me, “What are you thinking about when you do that?”

I’m pretty sure I looked at them with an odd look and said, “I’m not thinking about anything…” but the question had to have stuck in my head somewhere because I just seemed to start paying attention to what, if anything, I might be thinking about…

And, oh, my goodness! First, um, it’s not easy to learn how to… divide your attention like this; there’s the sensations and all that when giving head but with the added piece of devoting a part of my mind to look at what I might be thinking about. Yeah, yeah, I know – I shouldn’t have been thinking about anything other than what I was doing but I came to realize that I was, in fact, thinking… about a whole lot of stuff and some of it having nothing to do with what I was doing.

The problem is one of making sense of whatever I’m thinking about and that includes being focused on the giving head experience, from taste, smell, and sound as well as how it’s making me feel; listening to that inner voice – or one of them – yelling and screaming about how good it is to give someone head or, um, sometimes, asking me, “Why did you think this was a good idea?” That same voice – or maybe another one – is urging me to make them cum and no matter how long it takes.

Technique races like a blur through my mind and changes faster than a lightning strike; it’s analyzing cause and effect – if I do this, and they react like that, then more of the same, less of the same, let’s try something else. It’s thinking about the other person, listening to them and their body; past experiences are flying by at warp speed and whether they were most excellent or not so much by my standards or theirs.

Once I realized that when I’m giving head, I’m not as… mindless as I felt, I had to go back in time to see if I had been doing this all along… and just wasn’t paying any attention to it… and I realized that I had been and mostly along the lines of situational awareness and, sometimes, on top of the concern of getting caught having sex, being aware of any time factors that could be involved; there’s time to give head but not a whole lot of it – the clock is running so focus and give it your all before time runs out. Just being aware of what’s going on around me was, all along, occupying some parts of my mind as I sucked dick or ate pussy.

Well, shit. I even tried to quiet the thoughts in my head even though they didn’t really distract me and I found out that it was “impossible” to just shut my mind off so the trick was to beware of this, don’t pay a lot of attention to it, but pay attention to it… all while maintaining an intense focus on what I was doing and enjoying being in the moment.

“Do you think about what you’re gonna do before you do it?” was a question I got asked once and the answer was, “No, not really…” but it was a little white lie of sorts because I found my mind would automatically assess the, ah, logistics of giving head from the person and their body type and equipment, to a lot of other things that I couldn’t begin to put into words. I remember telling someone this more complete answer and she said, “You’re overthinking it!”

Maybe. See, I grew up in a time where – and especially with the ladies – if you didn’t eat pussy and couldn’t – or wouldn’t – eat it for a long time and with a purpose, the word that you wasn’t good at it would spread like wildfire and no self-respecting giver of head ever wanted to be tagged at being horrible at giving head. So being focused and with “evil intent” was a must and more so when you knew that if you didn’t do it right for them, you’d never get another chance to do it or anything else… and that included guys as well.

All of the thoughts are like background noise to me; I hear it, sometimes pick out the important stuff, and file the rest of it away for examination later… all while being in the zone and focused and I got to the point where I don’t think about the fact that my mind is still very active and doing its thing and, again, not always about what I’m doing.

Even when I’m in the zone and lost in the moment, I’m aware that my mind is still doing… stuff. I can get so deep into the zone that I actually lose awareness of what’s going on around me, like the many times I just missed the object of my oral lust saying, “Stop! Stop! No more!” or if/when they suddenly jump up or otherwise escape me, I’m temporarily baffled at why they did.

One woman was looking at me like I tried to kill her and said, “You’re dangerous…” and I felt… bad… but realized that being dangerous was a good thing, too. Oh… you like having your pussy eaten? Wait until you get a load of me! If you let me do it, know that I’m packing a lunch and dinner because if I have anything to do with it, I’m gonna be down there for a while. Another woman said, “You’re too intense for me!” and, again, I felt… bad – was there really such a thing as eating a pussy too much? Apparently there was but being intense also meant that she wasn’t gonna go back and tell anyone that I didn’t eat the living daylight out of them or didn’t try every dirty trick I’ve ever learned in order to get them to orgasm and one wasn’t gonna cut it… well, not for me.

The older woman who I credit with really honing my pussy eating skills told me, “If she’s not looking at you like you’re some kind of crazy person, you didn’t do it right. Now, do it again and make me love it and regret letting you do it!”

With guys, well, it’s different but the focus – the intent – is the same because, as I learned, there’s no really huge difference between sucking dick and eating pussy other than the obvious ones. It’s understanding the male anatomy and knowing that if/when he cums, it’s gonna be game over for him. Guys are… funny in that they want you to suck their dick so they can cum in your mouth… while trying not to do it… and now its a battle of wills because he’s trying to hold it back… and I’m thinking about defeating his purpose in this… or I’m thinking that he’d love to cum “soon…” and I’m having so much fun with his dick in my mouth that, sorry dude – I got other plans.

My mind is still paying attention and pointing stuff out to me; I hear him, I feel what his body is telling me and my mind is analyzing it… and I know I can’t stop it… so I don’t try to. One guy said, “Damn, man – you really get after it, don’t you?”

Yeah… I do… because giving head is such a thrill for me even though it’s also a lot of hard work. My mind is flailing away and thinking shit like am I doing it right for them? Doing enough? Too much? Are they gonna like it? Hate it? And, again, it’s impossible for me to stop such thoughts from showing up and it’s like I tell myself, “Shut the fuck up – I’m doing the best I can and we’ll worry about shit later!”

Sometimes, I’m even thinking, “You know you shouldn’t be doing this…” – that’s my moral compass getting a few words in and words that I learned to ignore by saying to myself – and with a mouthful of pussy or dick – “Yeah, I know… but I’m doing it anyway so shut the fuck up already! Damned party-pooper!”

Do I worry about the end results? Yes… and no. I figured out something about giving head and that was if I’m doing it solely to please them, chances are the results aren’t going to be good ones… but if I’m doing it to please myself, well, now, my pleasure can become their pleasure because I’m conditioned to give it my all and to have fun doing it… even when, uh, it’s not all that fun and it isn’t fun because some people just don’t know how to get head… but that’s okay since everyone has their own being in the moment moment and their lust and passion is going to make them do whatever in order to enjoy it and, euphemistically, bust that nut.

Someone told me, “You’re selfish when you give head! You shouldn’t be doing it for yourself – you should always do it for them!”

Yeah… fuck that. I learned early on – and thanks to the thoughts running around in my head – that if I’m not going to have fun doing it, what’s the point in me doing it? Sometimes, while giving head, my mind is evilly laughing and thinking, “They think you’re doing all of this just for them!”

And I’m not. Well, I am. No, not really. Give them head the way they want it? I can do that… most of the time but the thoughts that have been barnstorming in my mind and from the first time I ever gave head has always been, “This is so damned good! I want more! Gotta have more!”

This… prevailing thought just never goes away and whatever else I’m thinking about is, again, background noise. I figured that the only way I won’t be thinking of anything while giving head is if, God forbid, I happen to die while doing it. Otherwise, I’m always thinking about how much I love giving head and even if, shit, I didn’t start out wanting to do it. Some people have to be in a mood to give head and I’m no different… except, thanks to my mind always thinking about it, I can go from, “I don’t feel like it…” to being all into it in a matter of seconds and sometimes as “late” as getting that first lick in. Then it’s on… and my mind is off and running doing whatever the fuck its doing… while I’m having fun doing what I came here to do.

Go down on you. Suck your dick. Eat your pussy right off your body. Give you the impression that I’m an oral sex maniac… because I am one. Sure, I think about making it good for my, um, victim… and I know that I can’t make it good for everyone every time… but I can sure as hell try and listening to that voice in my head saying over and over, “Do it, keep doing it, don’t stop doing it until they tell you to stop or make you stop.”

And the funny part? I do it without thinking about it. Ya tell me you can’t cum like this? I’m thinking about all the ways I might be able to do that… while I’m trying to make you do it. Sometimes I fail… but I think I’ve succeeded more than I’ve failed and part of the reason for this is that I really don’t ever stop thinking. Make it good for them and so they don’t regret letting you be so… intimate with them… and have fun doing it. Revel in it. Feed the ravening beast that lives inside you – and you do not want to know what that critter is saying to me other than, “Feed me… give me more… I’m so hungry…”

What’s the one thing I tend to think about more than anything else? Whether or not I’m really doing it good enough for the other person and, yeah, sometimes, I think I haven’t. Sometimes – and for various reasons – I think that I haven’t been at my very best and now whomever I was going down on is going to think badly about me… and sometimes, they do… but I have no control over what they’re thinking. Shit… I can’t even control whatever I’m thinking about but I’m always thinking about making it good for them, giving them my very best effort and losing myself in the doing because giving head is such a joy for me… and, yeah, it kinda embarrasses me to think that I am a selfish giver of head but my pleasure is your pleasure… and I get a great deal of pleasure giving head.

I think it’s a… gift? to keep going despite any discomfort, oh, like having a woman slam her pubic bone into my mouth so hard I’ve had teeth loosened, gotten a bloody lip and sometimes being smothered and unable to breathe. Or having a guy with a really long dick driving it all the way in as far as he can get it and thinking about how much it might be bothering me or, sometimes, I’m not feeling the deep-throat thing all that much…

But still remaining focus and determine to finish them. Either they’re gonna stop or they’re gonna make me stop… and I’m thinking that I’m not gonna stop. Tired; body aches; nose being all stopped up; getting rug burn from pubic hair, getting it in my teeth or somewhere else I’d rather not have it. All the thoughts about this stuff and a lot more… but way below that prevailing thought:

I love giving head. Pussy, dick, doesn’t matter. The thrill of it; the nastiness of it. Success or failure not really an issue so much. Being grateful because the other person didn’t have to let me go down on them and since they did, it’s on me to give them my very best every time and even if I’m not really at my best. Scattered thoughts about the intimacy of what I call the ultimate kiss; thinking about the science of oral fixation and how orally fixated I am. And thinking about being selfish in that even if the other person somehow isn’t enjoying it, I’m damned well gonna enjoy doing it.

The thoughts never stop. A lot of people will say, if you ask them what they’re thinking about when giving head, “Nothing!” For me to say that? I’d be lying because I am always thinking so when I’ve been asked I just say, “I’m thinking about a whole lot of shit…” and leave it at that. See, some folks are of a mind that if you’re thinking, you’re not really paying attention to what you’re doing and I think I’m living proof that that’s not true and I do think about making it an untruth.

Do it. Suck it. Lick it. Do what you gotta do to make it feel good. Make it last… or not. Feed the beast. When you think you can’t do anymore, do more. Keep at it. What’s for dinner? Did I remember to do that thing I was supposed to do? Hey, remember to write down this song you just thought of while giving them head, okay?

You’d be surprised at what goes on inside my head when there’s supposed to be nothing going on… and sometimes I’m surprised as well, like the one time I was going down on a woman and something my (now late) uncle said about some dude’s breath smelling like wolf pussy… and it was everything I could do not to start laughing hysterically and more so when I was eating pussy.

Yeah… it’s like that inside my head at times. I just let my mind do its thing… so I can focus on doing my thing. Thinking about the irrational fear of being deemed not good enough; the fear of failing to please. I don’t like having those thoughts… but I can’t stop them… but I can use them to fuel my passion and desire for giving head and if they didn’t like it, there’s really nothing I can do about that. Give me another chance to get it right for you… and if you don’t, I understand and I’m not gonna be upset because even when I fail, I have fun… failing.

And if you’re not gonna have fun doing it, why bother? If you’re not going to take away any pleasure from doing it, again – why bother to do it? Can it be a chore? Yes… but I think it doesn’t really matter if it seems to be because it’s a privilege to be able to give someone head… because they could have said no and I’m thinking – even when I’m doing it – about how fortunate I am to be able to expose someone to my love and passion for giving head. Even when I’m not doing it, I’m thinking about doing it.

I’m thinking about doing it right now. The thrill of it. The sheer intimacy of it. The unmitigated joy in doing it. Thinking I might not be good enough… and thinking about doing everything I can to be seen as being good enough. Not so much thinking about being the best at it… but thinking about being good enough and good enough to be able to do it again. And again. And again.

Might need a cold shower…

 
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Posted by on 23 August 2020 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: What A Night – Three the Hard Way

Yep… still not trusting this thing and, oh, Larry? Yeah, I forgot to do this in Word but I won’t forget it next time.

People want to believe that bisexuals do whatever they do in a mindless fashion… and that crazy sounding thing I wrote last night says that we’re not as mindless as folks think we are: We do think about what we’re doing and why we’re doing it and even in touch with whatever feelings that are coursing through us – and at any given moment before, during, and after the fact. And, yes – that includes being very much aware of the consequences of our actions.

We just don’t pay that much attention to it. I know this because even though I know there’s more shit than I want to admit to going on in my head that, over all this time, I’ve learned to not pay a whole lot of attention to unless a yellow or red flag pops us.

How you’re feeling and what you might be thinking in any given moment can impact the sex you’re having and not always in a good way. How many of us had have sex with someone when our feelings and thoughts suggested that, um, something like cleaning a messy toilet sounds like a better idea?

Take a peek inside your head – the answer is there. Experiencing some performance issues? Might not be a physical reason… could be one that’s inside your head. If you go down on a girl or guy and they aren’t responding, not having an orgasm, etc., did you do anything wrong… or is the reason inside their head… or even yours? We’re quick to blame ourselves when the sex doesn’t go “right” and even quicker to blame the other person when, and I’ll say usually, the real culprit lives inside your – and their – skulls and is likely to just fuck with you because it can.

We all try to blank out or settle our minds before doing the deed… only to find out that, um, that doesn’t work or last very long. I talk a lot about being in the moment and some folks have a hard time with this… because of what’s going on inside their head, from random shit to being acutely focus on stuff they ain’t gonna do because, hmm, it might make them lose control, become very vulnerable, not their idea of fun and a lot of other shit that makes being in the moment – giving yourself over to it fully – a very damned hard thing to do.

Is it really overthinking to think about whatever you might be thinking and feeling at any given moment in this? Y’all might say it is… but I’m just saying that it might not be and more so if you ever get it into your head that you’re not enjoying sex as much as you think/feel you should and, oh, yeah, it’s the other person’s fault. We further and often sabotage our sexual efforts by having a firm set of expectations in mind and there’s a part of our brains that’s paying very close attention to make sure those expectations are being met and/or exceeded… and that serves to distract us from what’s actually being done (or what we’re doing) and, yeah, ya might not really be aware of the fact that you’re doing this… and sometimes you are.

What am I thinking about just before I go down on someone? You have no idea of how much shit I’m thinking about and feeling in that very precise and specific moment and even when I’m shoving it to the back of my mind so that I can be in that moment… because it’s about being in the moment and I’m just the guy who will tell you that whenever you find yourself not being fully in the moment, ask your brain why it’s not letting you do this.

You might be surprised at what you find out about yourself and, perhaps, those you sexually interact with. Why does a guy/gal feel guilty just before oral sex begins – and despite wanting to do it or get it done? It’s all in your head… you’re not supposed to put your mouth on anyone like that or allow someone else to. Feel dirty, nasty, and horribly filthy having anal sex even though you like it? That’s your brain fucking with you.

Did something you swore on a stack of bibles you’d never do? Ask your brain why you did – it knows.

The bottom most thing is that if you don’t or can’t understand yourself, you might have a difficult time understanding why someone else is the way they are when having sex and especially if it goes “badly” or you get surprised by unexpected actions that your brain is directly responsible for.

That guy who blew and finished me? The first thing he said – when he could speak – was, “Why did I do that? I didn’t want to do that!” And I knew why: Something he was either thinking or feeling said to him, “Yeah… do it!”

Or, “Fuck it…” Why? Because, at some point, your brain just gets overloaded with a lot of shit and shit you might not even be aware of. Why did someone do that? Or why didn’t they do something? Why did you change your mind one way or the other?

Ask your brain. The problem here is that a lot of the shit that really goes on doesn’t have any words you can use to explain it so if asked, you wind up saying, “I don’t know!” or simplifying things down to, “It just feels good” or it didn’t.

Yep – really deep shit that – and get this – we don’t wanna think about.

 
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Posted by on 13 September 2019 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: What A Night – Part Deux

Yeah… not trusting the WordPress editor today.

Now, I know a lot of these… changes come from being in the moment aka “the heat of the moment” where whatever is going on inside your head is one huge jumble of stuff that gets pared down to a couple of words: Fuck it!

I’ve uttered those two words to myself… but what made me say them? For me, it’s not enough to know what I might or might not do; that’s easier than understanding why I might or might not do a thing and finding out calls for taking a close look at what, if anything, was going on in my head. Like most people – and if you had asked me way back when – I would have told you I wasn’t thinking about anything… until I realized that I was thinking about a whole lot of shit and, oh, my God… the shit I’d find running around in my head was unbelievable!

Yep… I’d be focused and paying attention to the task at hand… but it was the stuff running around in the background that floored me like, why would I be thinking about taking my car to the car wash just as I started having sex with someone? Or what was on my schedule at work for the next day or the whole week? For the task at hand, what was I gonna do? How was I gonna do it? Do I even really want to do this?

Still sound insane? Yeah, it does but methinks one of the keys about having sex with someone is understanding yourself in these things and, for me, that means digging down to the root of things – all that shit that goes on in my head that, at a high level, I probably shouldn’t be thinking about while understanding that my brain never really shuts down, well, unless I’m on the operating table and anesthetized – but that’s different.

Over the years, I’ve had people ask me, “What were you thinking about?” and, again, I’d say I wasn’t thinking about anything (other than what we were doing) or I’d say, “I dunno – I didn’t know I was thinking about anything!” Only to find out that I was… and, yeah, maybe all that shit running around in my head could have affected what I was doing in some way both in good and not so good ways.

Hmm. If I’m like this, could others be like this and, as such, this unwanted and unstoppable thought processes could also impact how they’re having sex? Yeah… I can “hear” y’all laughing your asses off at me and I’m good with that… except I know that there’s a good chance you know exactly what I’m talking about because you’ve had your mind sometimes screwing shit up for you when you’re naked and getting busy, too.

See, I’m a mentor to one guy and share my knowledge of M2M things with other men; they have questions, I usually have an answer. A guy will ask about wanting to suck a dick and whether or not it’s weird for him to want to suck one as badly as he feels – and why does he want to do this in the first place? I’ve learned that you cannot and should not give someone a half-assed answer, oh, like, “Don’t worry about it – just do it and you’ll be okay!” because they might not be okay, that and a lot of guys – and gals – wind up screwing the pooch in some very bad ways because they don’t know what they don’t know.

I just happen to be the guy who does know… because I think and study the shit that most people don’t give a lot of thought about. Why didn’t he cum even though you did everything you could think of to get him to do that? For that matter, why didn’t she cum? Did he/she not like what I was doing? Do I suck at whatever? A gazillion questions like this come up every day and a lot of them lead to a lot of self-loathing, eroding one’s self-confidence, etc., and they don’t know why.

I do – most of the time – and because I think about that shit and I think about it because it’s important.

 
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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: What A Night!

Sometimes, my brain just runs off the rails and as evidenced by my late night TBT about pre-cock sucking (and pussy eating) thoughts… and even as I wrote it, I was thinking, “You sound like a crazy person – you know that, don’t you?”

Yeah, I knew it… and I still did it and had fun scribbling it. While it’s all right and proper for me to have my thoughts kinda/sorta organized before scribbling, eh, sometimes I don’t but that’s cool – this blog is about what’s in my head and there’s no telling what’s gonna pop outta there and, um, what it’s gonna sound like when it does.

I had been thinking about sex and across the spectrum – from that general high level to the more “personal” aspects; I was thinking about the “Then and Now” post as well as the one WordPress made go away that was about being bi and married – including just being married – and how it’s the worst situation to be in once you find that you need something your partner can’t – or won’t – let you have.

I was thinking about the guys on the forum and all the sex-related things they come up with and my mind got locked on oral sex and, at that point, went flying off the rails over that moment before mouth meets genitals but, as I went on to explain, it was more of an exercise in self-awareness because in any of this, for me, it’s not enough to know what people do but why they do them – what are they thinking and/or feeling? Are they even aware of what’s going on with themselves?

Overthinking shit? Probably… but it’s all about understanding yourself and those you might become engaged with. While I was “losing my mind” writing last night’s scribble, I thought about all the many times I’ve had a guy go down on me when, before the fact, he said that was something he didn’t think he could do. Not that big of a deal for me – either you can or you can’t and I’m not gonna get bent out of shape if you can’t.

Next thing I know, the guy is going down on me and like his life depended on it and, yeah, I put a note in my mind to ask him later what he was thinking about or feeling that changed his mind. Hell, I’ve often wondered what made me change my mind when I’d do something I normally wouldn’t do, didn’t want to do, didn’t feel like it… and there I am, doing the “unthinkable” just the same.

Ditto with a woman who had never gone down on a guy. She made it clear that she never did it, wasn’t ever gonna do it… then she did it and, sure, I wanted to know why. Likewise with women who aren’t fans of guys going down on them or they’ve never been eaten; don’t like it, of a mind that someone’s mouth only belongs on those lips that are on your face, or having that done is just plain nasty… and, okay… but why “all of a sudden” did they say, “Eat me!”

I dunno… but I wanted to find out.

 
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Posted by on 13 September 2019 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Tonight’s Bisexual Thoughts: Before You Suck…

…that dick – and those of you who don’t suck dick, well, you can leave if you feel like this grosses you out but if you’re a cock sucker – straight, bi, or gay – stay with me on this one – but how are you feeling and what are you thinking in that moment before mouth meets cock?

Oh, you might have noticed I typed “Tonight’s” instead of “Today’s” – because, um, it’s nighttime but the day isn’t over with yet. Why? I dunno – felt appropriate.

Do you feel the anticipation and are excited by it? For the guys who suck cock and reading this, do ya feel a little… girly? Thinking this is a waste of time? Not really gonna do anything for you? Doing it by rote, obligation, or because it’s expected?

Are you already thinking about how this is going to end? Feeling nervous, maybe a little anxious? Perhaps hear that voice in your head giving you a raft of shit for what you’re about to do?

Are you thinking, “Oh, yeah… this is gonna be good!” or are you really thinking, “Damn, doing this again? Might as well get it over with… shit.”

What’s that you say? You’re not thinking about anything? Whoa… are you dead? Or is it that you’re having a shit-load of thoughts and feelings that you’re just not paying attention to?

Are you thinking, “I hope I do this right for him…” – or her if eating pussy is your thing (and I can’t leave out my bisexual sisters, right?) – or are you thinking/feeling that, ha, they’d better be glad you’re about to do this for them? Would you rather be doing something else, oh, like cleaning the cat’s litter box? Running errands? Being eaten alive by sand fleas sounds like a better idea?

What’s going on inside your head in that brief space of time before your mouth closes around the cock before you or, yeah, that coochie that’s awaiting your oral attention? Do you even think about what you’re thinking and feeling?

Just on autopilot? You’ve done this so many times there’s nothing to think about? Or is every time as exciting as the first time? Scared? Worried about something? Confident you can suck that dick (or eat that pussy) or is your confidence feeling a little iffy?

Y’all know me by now – I wouldn’t be asking such ridiculous questions without having a reason to ask… because I wanna know; I want to learn something that will add – and maybe even explain or confirm some of the shit I’m thinking about and feeling in that itty-bitty space of time before I start giving head.

Because I’m thinking about a whole lot of shit when, honestly, I don’t want to think about. Oh, I can be quite and terribly focused but my mind never really shuts down and, yes, I’m talking about a seriously tiny space of time.

Once you start giving head, well, that’s different, just like deciding that you’re gonna give head is different. I’m talking about that moment of truth, that little time slice just before you go down on them.

Or do you, I’m some fashion, think or feel, “Fuck it… I’m down here so…”?

Yeah, I know – this shit sounds cray-cray, right? You’re probably thinking, “Damn, dude, – what’s there to think about? Either you’re gonna do it or you ain’t!”

But it’s an exercise in self-awareness – do you really know what’s going on with you in that very small piece of time? How are you feeling? What are you thinking? See, it’s easy to go over this after the fact, you know, if you even bother to think about such things but in that precise moment?

What’s going on with you?

 
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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Okay…

Those of you who’ve been reading and following me know that when I was ten, my father, in one of his drunken rants, told me that no matter what, I’d better not ever put my mouth on a girl’s pussy.  He didn’t say why I shouldn’t do that and made it sound like the worst thing that could ever be done short of getting a girl pregnant.

Ten minutes later, I found out it was one of the best things about having sex and in the following fifty years, I have  only refused to eat a pussy once and only because it was sick with infection.

The word was that you could have the biggest, fattest dick and could fuck for a long time before you nutted… but if you couldn’t and didn’t eat pussy, you weren’t shit and were considered to less that shit if you did eat at the Y… but only spent a few measly seconds doing it.  Those of you who’ve been reading and following know that back in high school, I got tagged with the “unkind” nickname of “Taster’s Choice,” thanks to the sexual zodiac patch I proudly wore on my Wrangler jacket, the sign of Libra and depicting a woman sitting on a man’s face.  My peers laughed and said many terrible things to me about that patch… but while they were having fun at my expense, I was getting the pussy they weren’t even close to getting because I not only ate the dreaded pussy but I’d camp out between a girl’s legs until she couldn’t take it anymore or I couldn’t do it any longer.

At ten, I was determined to find out all I could about this eating pussy thing and took every opportunity to learn from the best teachers:  Women.  And I took those hard lessons to heart and with much – and maybe even too much – seriousness, up to and including studying the anatomy and chemistry of pussy.  It was well known that Black men didn’t eat pussy, that no self-respecting man would ever put his mouth on something that bled on a regular basis, and that many a Black man would publicly and categorically deny even thinking about munching on some bearded clam.  I wasn’t one of those guys and, as you might imagine (or even know for a fact) that Black men do, indeed, eat pussy – but, ah, let’s keep that in the down low because I don’t want anyone else to know that I’ve been fronting to save face.

Once word spread that I was a pussy-eating fool, shit, girls who wouldn’t give me the time of day to save my life were suddenly interested in finding out for themselves if what they’d been hearing was true… and those who weren’t inclined to believe what I would say wanted to find out in the only way it can be definitely and finally proven:  Come and eat my pussy and let’s see if you’re nothing all hype and no substance and if you are as good at it, I might even let you fuck me.

Okay, I have no problem with that so, thank you, open your legs, and find something to hang onto and I hope you’re not in a hurry because I’m gonna be a while before I get finished.  What’s that you say?  No one has ever made you cum like that before?  Okay, that’s good to know… so let’s see if that’s as impossible as you think it is.

How much do I love to eat pussy? So much that there are times when all I want to do is to eat it even though it is a very challenging thing to do – and, sometimes, damaging thing to do; I’ve had bloody noses, black eyes, scratched to varying degrees of bloodletting; I’ve been choked until I’ve almost passed out, have come as close to drowning as a person can come without being in a body of water. I’ve pulled and strained muscles, have even eaten pussy with stitches in my chin, and despite toothaches.

Why?  Because eating pussy is just way too much fun not to enjoy – does one need another reason other than that?

Word has always been that if you wanted to keep your woman, you’d better eat that pussy and as if your very life depended on it because if you didn’t, she will find someone else who’ll do it like this for her.  Women have made it clear, that you’d better lick it before you can stick it and they aren’t joking and telling you that if you don’t lick it good, you won’t get to stick it and it’s no idle threat on their part.

Oh, and if you don’t lick it, everyone will find out that you don’t have what it takes to show a pussy a good time with you mouth, lips, and tongue.  Maybe it’s just me but if she’s not looking at you as if you either ran her over with a tank or as if you tried to kill her, you didn’t do it enough.

It’s not a chore – it’s a damned intimate pleasure and one that I am so glad my father was wrong about…

 
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Posted by on 30 July 2016 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Hairy Situations

As a stone cold lover of eating pussy, one learns to do this under many situations, like sometimes having to search through thick that he’s of pubic hair to get at that sweet clit and other juicy parts.

These days, a lot of women want their pubes to be hairless and for whatever works for them in this; it’s their prerogative to keep the coochie shorn and as smooth as the day they were born.

I, of course, learned to eat pussy before women decided that being bald done there was fashionable or necessary… although when I ate my first pussy, um, she was just beginning to get those first strands of hair.  But as I continued to munch my way through every girl willing to be eaten, I’d find myself navigating all kinds of hair, from straight to curly to downright nappy – that one made the pussy look as if the girl had thousands of BBs glued to her mound.

Ya just learned how to get through the hair, the scents it would hold onto, the way it either tickled your face… or scoured the shit out it and more so when she’s fucking and grinding her now-sloppy pussy against my mouth and face.  Oh, yeah… you also learn to be rather adept at getting the hair out of your teeth, a rather bothersome chore but, yeah, it was fucking worth it.

Then, somewhere along the line, women started getting rid of their bushes.  It didn’t really matter to me – it made getting at the beardless clam easier but, um, I couldn’t help but notice that some of the bald pussies I was now enjoying weren’t what I’d call visually pleasing; it seems that when they pulled their carpet up, uh, maybe they should have left it there, if ya know what I mean… but that pussy would still get eaten just the same until I’d have her looking for something to beat me with just to get me to stop eating her.

Hair or no hair meant nothing to me.  Now, some women open to trim it down, making it nice and neat and, sometimes, in interesting designs, like the now-infamous landing strip; one woman I was eating had her bush – or what was left of it – shaped like a heart while another was brazen to have her stuff crafted into the words, “Eat me.”

I did wonder about the skill level of the person trimmed that bush… but it was still a good-to-eat pussy just the same.

When I got into swinging, well, man… almost everyone had that “No pubic hair” preference; if your shit wasn’t baby-butt smooth, don’t bother to apply.  Some were fine with closely trimmed bushes but they were in the minority; I wasn’t beyond fucking with these “carpet cleaners” y asking them why this preference was, often, non-negotiable and they’d site cleanliness issues… which would get me asking if they were just assuming that a given woman wouldn’t wash her pussy more than shed wash the hair on her head.

They said the hair made the pussy stink and I guessed that they just didn’t know that pussy hair doesn’t make a pussy smelly – it just holds onto the dew that her skin – which has a lot of scent glands there – produces and that they didn’t know that a woman’s coochie produces that scent to attract men to it.

You get rid of the hair and that deliciousness has nothing to cling to and, really, that’s why “pussy deodorant” was created – Right Guard for the pudenda.  Still, despite this, ah, fastidiousness or even fussiness, as far as I was concerned,my hat pussy was still gonna get eaten until one of us passed out… and I was determined not to be the first one.

I still very much love hairy  pussies and while I’ve seen some incredible jungles between the legs of some women, ya mon, having to hack my way through that jungle to find the treasure was, again, well worth the effort. I will admit that despite my love of pussy hair, I do get a kick out of shaving them bald; it takes a very steady hand and a delicate touch around the tender parts and, of course, after that’s been done, I have to not only inspect my work but I gotta use my tongue to search for any hair that might have escaped cleanup.

Here’s a tip for the ladies and it doesn’t matter if they shave or not.  When you wash, bathe, or shower, finish things by giving your clit and labia a nice coating of baby oil to keep it all nice and supple.

 
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Posted by on 9 November 2015 in Life, Living and Loving

 

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