I can’t tell you know many times I’ve had a man tell me his woman is not doing the deed. The “deed” is the ever elusive blow job.

In many relationships it’s like a rare species of jungle cat that only emerges from the depths of the forest on special occasions like birthdays, black-out-drunk nights, anniversaries or…sometimes…never. When the blow job never makes an appearance, I classify it as extinct. And this my friends, is a sad, sad day.

The blow job is arguably the most sought after form of male sexual pleasure. It’s a let’s lay back and forget about our worries kind of activity. A “There is a beautiful woman with my cock in her mouth, I’m the luckiest guy in the world…ooh I’m going to cum in her mouth,” type of moment. A stress reliever. A damn good time.

The thing I don’t get is why (some) women are so reluctant to get down there and do the damn job! I mean really if you practice it can be done in just a few minutes.

I enjoy having a cock in my mouth. I love feeling the lines of the beast – the smooth skin, the curves, the taste of the pre-cum, the unmistakable smell of cock filling my nostrils.

I suck, I deep throat, I swallow and I’m damn good. Right now you’re probably thinking – “MARRY HER!”

And I understand. I’ll be accepting proposals via email this week.

The bottom line is that there should be more blow jobs at all times. For every cock that is sucked, may a pussy be licked to orgasm. Give and take. This is how it would be in my oral sex utopia. Do you need a blow job? Call me and I’ll suck you off like there is no tomorrow because you deserve to be pampered.

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