The points PH and MissB are making is, that some of us males need to take a does of saltpeter when asking the questions. If its responded to in a way that induces a good fap, great, thank the nice lady for sharing and move on, not word the question where it puts a lady on the spot and forces her to answer in an obviously sexual way. The back and forth game isnt fun if only one person is enjoying it.
I won't speak for PH, but for me, it exclusively has to do with my personal comfort level.
I don't have the slightest problem with anyone posting in order to inspire masturbatory fantasies. I mean, isn't that exactly what sex stories and relating personal sexual experiences is supposed to do? On top of that, I'm aware that it is incumbent on me -- and me alone -- to skip or otherwise not respond to things outside my personal comfort zone, or that I personally find "icky."
Okay, speaking of icky -- and just this one time:
When I was maturing, mom and I has several frank discussions regarding just about everything relating to sexual maturation, sexual activities, etc. While she didn't go into explicit detail, I had a very well-rounded understanding of these matters, likely better than most other girls my age.
In my later high school years, I had a boyfriend. At that point I was completely clueless about my sexual orientation, and while I loved him in a way, we were more like very close friends.
At one point -- and we were both at least 18 years old at this time -- we decided to become intimate. It was a 100% free decision on my part, and I deliberately agreed out of a desire to please him and, perhaps, give him a little gift. I eagerly, albeit with a bit of trepidation, awaited the time when it would arrive. One weekend, his parents and younger siblings went away for the weekend to their cottage in Wisconsin (I can't remember the name of the city or the lake it was on, but it was only about a 90 minute drive from where we lived), and he was home alone for the weekend.
We went to his bedroom, we very shyly undressed (I kept my bra and panties on), and joined together on the bed. He had a clear and obvious erection, and based on what my mom had told me and my girlfriends had pointed out to me, I had a pretty good idea what to do next. I began by using my hand, and I slowly stroked it up and down. His response was instant, and, I'll admit, it made me very happy.
He then asked me to remove my bra -- as if he needed any additional sexual inspiration! I did so. Despite my saying several times here that I've always been comfortable with my small boobs, at that moment, I was a little shy, and for a brief moment, I thought the sight of them might not please him. But his reaction assured me that I was completely mistaken. He stared at them with a look of wonder on his face.
Okay, my writing skills are beginning to fail me, but to go one: I continued to stroke him, and then I began using my mouth, taking the head of his penis in my mouth, and gently sucking on it and giving it little flicks with my tongue. I continued to stroke its length as I did this, and his response was even stronger. I kept licking, sucking, and stroking, developing a rhythm, and marveling at his reactions. I knew at one point or another, he would have an orgasm, and that he was very close.
So, there I was, stroking and sucking, his groans of pleasure growing stronger as he bucked his hips driving his hard cock deeper into my mouth. I couldn't handle more than a couple of inches, and I realized that what J. had told me about taking all of it in her mouth and down her throat wasn't going to happen. Besides, in retrospect, I'm pretty sure she was lying.
Anyway, I persisted stroking him and licking and sucking the head of his cock. And then he came.
Sorry for the interruption (interruptus?), but despite my better than average knowledge, and the things my girlfriends had told me, I knew what a man's orgasm was in theory, but I did not know what it consisted of in practice. And here comes the icky part!
It consisted of several streams of this hot substance that looked like snot or mucus. It was hot, it tasted terrible, and it kept coming (as it were). He finally finished -- and while I pulled my mouth away when I felt the first spurt hit my mouth and face, I bravely kept stroking until he was done. What surprised me most was that it wasn't a steady stream, but a series of 7 or 8 spurts, diminishing in intensity.
I grabbed a tissue from a box on the end table, and cleaned myself up as best as I could -- all the while trying not to give him the slightest impression that I was disgusted, so as to not hurt his feelings. I then told him I needed to pee, and I cleaned myself more thoroughly in the bathroom. I'm pretty sure he didn't even hear my voice or notice my absence, as he was collapsed in a complete state of sexual stupor.
I lied down next to him on the bed, and we eventually discussed what had just happened. I didn't say anything about my cum reaction, and he thanked me over and over again. I felt extremely happy, a feeling I wouldn't feel again for several years, and it gave me immense pleasure to be able to do that to and for him. We eventually fell asleep, and I woke up the next morning feeling wonderful. It's true that he did not respond in kind with me, but in his defense, he was physically incapable of doing anything at that moment, and even if he were, I'm sure he wouldn't have had the slightest idea what to do.
So, there you go.
Thank you for sharing. I thought I was trying to say that about the ladies comfort level. I mean I seen the questions and they seemed to be asked without caring about the feelings of the person answering.
Since you opened up, I will share too.
Me and wife were 20, second kid already born. Wife was suffering from what I call the six month itch, where it seemed like every time we would get intimate baby one or two would cry or need us. Lets say as much as we love our kids, that shit gets old VERY quick. My mom was over a lot, and she noticed our on edge feelings, and she offered to take the girls for the weekend. Woot. As soon as I watched that toyota van drive off with our babies, we were naked and fooling around. Now this is also the time I was cleared to have sex again after my accident so...
Wife wanted to fool around with a friend from her work, they knew each other for years apparently. Wife explains things to friend and we get it on. I mean I ate my wife hard. (not as in hurting her, but I put 150% into my tongue work.) So her friend decides to want to give me a BJ. She tugs my boxers down, and starts laughing after it sprung forth.
"Ew, it looks like he got a hand job from Freddy."
She was talking really badly about my cock. I felt each word rip into my soul. I wanted to cry. So I grabbed a pillow, and went to sleep in the back of my truck. Fortunately it was only 73 degrees outside, late fall almost winter. I laid in the back of the truck and cried my eyes out. There is no words, or anything to help prepare for a horrid pain like that. Wife kicked her out twenty minutes later, with her ex friend shouting about how my dick was a limp horror show to the whole world as she left. Wife left the job a month later when she found out that her coworkers were laughing at my problem behind her back.
But in that moment, for a brief second, I truly hated myself.
All the feelings of being inferior came back, I was just a big useless meatbrick, whose dick probably grossed his wife out too.
I wanted to die, as the light dewy drizzle fell.
Wife got into my work truck, opened the sliding rear window and we talked until the sky lightened.
MissB, I understand what you are putting down. I don't send dick pics, just because of that huge hangup. So my point is that I think the askers of questions need to be more thoughtful and respectful of the askee's because everyone has a different level of comfort for things and wording questions that are just obfuscated hustler/penthouse questions is a bit much. "HURR DURR What does your vagina smell like?" or using the "C" word. If the lady hasn't used it in posts before, pretty sure shes not a fan of the word. All I am asking is a little more care so topics like this can be fun, entertaining and educational.
My comfort level about my penis only goes as far as the general characteristics, Length: 8.3 inches fully erect. I am a grower not a shower., it is almost three inches thick. I trim, but not shave as the itch after the hospital shaved me was very unbearable, especially after my dad smuggled in some 91% rubbing alcohol to help with the itch. Never Again. My balls are trying to be like the bad grandpa joke, slowly trying to get off of my body, so they hang a little low. After that, I wont answer much as it hurts to.
Also not trying to derail this thread, as I feel I am having trouble expressing my thoughts currently.