For starters, they both get the job done. You'll have the greatest boner you've ever had in your life when you take either one. If you are a man. With a penis.
Now, for me, with my small frame and relatively large penis (large for my overall size, and above average also.) I don't need a large dose of either. I would cut up the samples in half and get the same results. I don't know why, but I have erectile dysfunction. I'm 22, and yes, it sucks. However, it is easy to explain away in a hilarious and backhanded way:
"Well, see, my penis is bigger than yours, and there isn't enough blood in my body to fill it up all the way."
But, you know, it's useless if you can't... you know, use it.
So about two years ago I got some Viagra samples. 10 mg, which I ended up cutting in half. I remember K saying that I was actually TOO hard for her, and sex was uncomfortable if we had it too often (which for her was more than once a week.).
Immediately after having an orgasm with the Viagra, I would get a headache and get too dizzy to stand up. It would last about an hour or so I think, if I remember right.
I'd be spent for the day with the Viagra. One good fuck and I was done. I mean, it WAS good, and I felt manly and awesome, and then I'd sometimes prematurely ejaculate and ruin it all. Damn the luck. It happens.
I have no idea how much a prescription for Viagra costs.
So, the Levitra is interesting. Doesn't kick in as fast as the Viagra, that I've been able to tell, but it lasts for two days. Two days of great boners. Two days of climaxing twice a day. Inside my girlfriend.
15 dollars a dose. Fifteen fucking dollars for a sex pill. Dayum.
It gives me headaches too, but usually long after the sex and only if I'm dehydrated.
Also, it gives me boners that are so hard they hurt. Usually only if it's the second boner within an hour after an orgasm, though, so it's not too bad. But it'll kill the mood. The first or second time I tried it, R was in the mood a little while after we had had sex, and so we're touching, and she's rubbing my johnson and it felt great, but the base of my dork was so painful that I had to stop her. That was the most disappointing thing I've done in a long time.
I'd like to take a moment here in conclusion (Levitra is better performance, but a terrible price) to say that I had the best sex of my short life so far with R the other night after taking a Levitra. We went forever, and it was hot and muggy and dirty and sweaty and ravenous and furious. We did it on a leather couch, which ended up possibly ruined by the moisture. We fucked and hugged and made love and fucked some more and ended up so insanely lost in eachother that we collapsed when it was over and could barely stand to get in the shower to wash off later. Just thinking about that night makes me want to go wake her up and slip up inside of her right now.
But that's kinda creepy now that I think about it.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Blow Jobs
I'd like to write about Blow Jobs right now. I'd like to inform you of the joys of dick sucking. Also, dick licking, which is not to be confused with javelin shining or "lubing the man-piston" which refers to a hand job.
No, today the topic is mouth on cock contact. For a few reasons, some of which I don't fully understand, oral sex is one of my favorite things. There is just something erotic about it that turns me on more than most anything else. I enjoy watching and experiencing a good blow job.
The part of my psyche I understand best, is why I enjoy receiving a blow job. It's the gift factor. Many people get some satisfaction from giving gifts, and many people enjoy receiving them. So a blow job, to me, is a fanfuckingtastic gift. I never expect it, I'm half afraid to ask for one most of the time, and it sometimes makes me anxious, but once I get over that, and I just relax and let it happen, it's amazing.
Then part of me, mostly when seeing it, also feels this foreign dominance thing that I don't fully understand. Sometimes, I find it arousing to see a rough choking blow job in a "take it!" kind of way, though at the same time, it kind of disgusts me.
I don't want to delve too much into the psychology of it all, but I want to illustrate that I'm conflicted on the oral fun times because of my upbringing.
See, I grew up Mormon, taught to give give give and always be modest. Taught to practically worship a woman and always be chivalrous, and to never let them hold rank in the church... er... nevermind.
So, for whatever reason, growing up, the idea of a woman enjoying a penis in her mouth was quite horrifying. I grew up thinking that women only did it because guys expected it and got nothing out of it whatsoever. Naturally, the thought of asking for it made me feel sick about my desires.
Perhaps that's part of the appeal of watching porn with lots of oral sex in it. Part of me finds it to be unacceptable, and therefore alluring. The rebellious nature of the act entices me. Moving on...
So, my girlfriend, R, gives great head. The best, by far. My first blow was quite disappointing (hey, the woman thought she was Jesus and therefore too good to "bow down" to me and suck my dick. No surprise that she didn't put effort into it when I got up the courage to ask.) My second was also disappointing when K told me that she might throw up because of the taste (this also was after a long trying time of getting my courage up.)
L wasn't bad at it though. She and I had discussed it for a long time and she told me she loved to do it and really wanted to give me a good experience. I ended up so nervous that I couldn't come, but she really didn't do a bad job, and she put a lot of effort into it, which I appreciated. With practice, she got better and I got more comfortable with it. Though sometimes it would hurt, whatever she was doing. I dunno if it was just dry mouth or teeth or what. Anyway...
The first time R gave me a blow job, I didn't last long. It was quite great. We got a rhythm going, and I was thrusting my hips just a little bit, wave after wave of pleasure just washing over me. I expected her to just move away when I was going to jizz, and work the hand and avoid the splooge, but she didn't. I gave the warning, but she stayed put, and actually, I was so surprised at this, that I didn't hardly feel the orgasm. I just looked amazed, staring at her hair, thinking, "NO. FUCKING. WAY."
I'm currently working on enjoying the blow job a bit more, and asking for it when I want it. If I overcome these little psychological blocks, perhaps I can gain some insight about myself and my likes and dislikes.
Also, got my dingy licked by an old high school buddy. I'll call him E. E and I got drunk one night and I let him suck me off. He had asked when we were sober, and I decided I would let him before we started drinking. (The drinking and mild curiosity were actually exclusive to one another, believe it or not.)
Beard stubble is not appealing to the penis skin. Couldn't climax either, because I wasn't really attracted to him. Poor guy.
No, today the topic is mouth on cock contact. For a few reasons, some of which I don't fully understand, oral sex is one of my favorite things. There is just something erotic about it that turns me on more than most anything else. I enjoy watching and experiencing a good blow job.
The part of my psyche I understand best, is why I enjoy receiving a blow job. It's the gift factor. Many people get some satisfaction from giving gifts, and many people enjoy receiving them. So a blow job, to me, is a fanfuckingtastic gift. I never expect it, I'm half afraid to ask for one most of the time, and it sometimes makes me anxious, but once I get over that, and I just relax and let it happen, it's amazing.
Then part of me, mostly when seeing it, also feels this foreign dominance thing that I don't fully understand. Sometimes, I find it arousing to see a rough choking blow job in a "take it!" kind of way, though at the same time, it kind of disgusts me.
I don't want to delve too much into the psychology of it all, but I want to illustrate that I'm conflicted on the oral fun times because of my upbringing.
See, I grew up Mormon, taught to give give give and always be modest. Taught to practically worship a woman and always be chivalrous, and to never let them hold rank in the church... er... nevermind.
So, for whatever reason, growing up, the idea of a woman enjoying a penis in her mouth was quite horrifying. I grew up thinking that women only did it because guys expected it and got nothing out of it whatsoever. Naturally, the thought of asking for it made me feel sick about my desires.
Perhaps that's part of the appeal of watching porn with lots of oral sex in it. Part of me finds it to be unacceptable, and therefore alluring. The rebellious nature of the act entices me. Moving on...
So, my girlfriend, R, gives great head. The best, by far. My first blow was quite disappointing (hey, the woman thought she was Jesus and therefore too good to "bow down" to me and suck my dick. No surprise that she didn't put effort into it when I got up the courage to ask.) My second was also disappointing when K told me that she might throw up because of the taste (this also was after a long trying time of getting my courage up.)
L wasn't bad at it though. She and I had discussed it for a long time and she told me she loved to do it and really wanted to give me a good experience. I ended up so nervous that I couldn't come, but she really didn't do a bad job, and she put a lot of effort into it, which I appreciated. With practice, she got better and I got more comfortable with it. Though sometimes it would hurt, whatever she was doing. I dunno if it was just dry mouth or teeth or what. Anyway...
The first time R gave me a blow job, I didn't last long. It was quite great. We got a rhythm going, and I was thrusting my hips just a little bit, wave after wave of pleasure just washing over me. I expected her to just move away when I was going to jizz, and work the hand and avoid the splooge, but she didn't. I gave the warning, but she stayed put, and actually, I was so surprised at this, that I didn't hardly feel the orgasm. I just looked amazed, staring at her hair, thinking, "NO. FUCKING. WAY."
I'm currently working on enjoying the blow job a bit more, and asking for it when I want it. If I overcome these little psychological blocks, perhaps I can gain some insight about myself and my likes and dislikes.
Also, got my dingy licked by an old high school buddy. I'll call him E. E and I got drunk one night and I let him suck me off. He had asked when we were sober, and I decided I would let him before we started drinking. (The drinking and mild curiosity were actually exclusive to one another, believe it or not.)
Beard stubble is not appealing to the penis skin. Couldn't climax either, because I wasn't really attracted to him. Poor guy.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
New Girlfriend, New Sex
I once found that I had nothing more to say on this blog that was worthwhile, but then the other night at work I got the idea to start writing more on the subject since I started dating a girl that is hornier than I am.
I don't have too much to say at this particular moment other than I have rekindled my complete adoration of boobs. I can sit and play with R's breasts for hours if she'd let me and she generally likes it, I believe. So perfectly soft and squishy and bouncy and firm and all of the above great things I could possibly say about them.
She has a very active libido though. Much more than my own. With L, it was once a week (she wanted more, but I wasn't in the mood), with K it was maybe 2 or 3 times a week (that she complained was too much). Now, with R, I WANT to be horny more. It's the strangest feeling, being near someone totally open and willing and desiring of sex and not really wanting anything to do with it right then. I guess that's kind of strange for a guy to feel, but it's true. Sometimes I don't want sex.
Doesn't mean we don't have lots though. Had two encounters yesterday after four or five days of inopportune settings and two times the last day we fucked. I ought to get more condoms. Anyway, yes, sex good, want more, wish I wanted more than I do.
I told her that I was thinking of updating this blog more so she created her own blog. Check it out to see the other half.
supersexygirltime.blogspot.com
Next post, probably something like a comparison between Levitra and Viagra.
I don't have too much to say at this particular moment other than I have rekindled my complete adoration of boobs. I can sit and play with R's breasts for hours if she'd let me and she generally likes it, I believe. So perfectly soft and squishy and bouncy and firm and all of the above great things I could possibly say about them.
She has a very active libido though. Much more than my own. With L, it was once a week (she wanted more, but I wasn't in the mood), with K it was maybe 2 or 3 times a week (that she complained was too much). Now, with R, I WANT to be horny more. It's the strangest feeling, being near someone totally open and willing and desiring of sex and not really wanting anything to do with it right then. I guess that's kind of strange for a guy to feel, but it's true. Sometimes I don't want sex.
Doesn't mean we don't have lots though. Had two encounters yesterday after four or five days of inopportune settings and two times the last day we fucked. I ought to get more condoms. Anyway, yes, sex good, want more, wish I wanted more than I do.
I told her that I was thinking of updating this blog more so she created her own blog. Check it out to see the other half.
supersexygirltime.blogspot.com
Next post, probably something like a comparison between Levitra and Viagra.
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