A to Z: Handjobs

I have agreed to do the blogging A to Z challenge, and will publish a under-300 word post from my sex life every day, except Sunday.

In a world where everything sex-related seems to be getting stronger, bigger and more intense: the super powerful vibrator, the amazing big budget porno, the raunchiest sex show: handjobs are … well … a little pedestrian. After all, isn’t that the first thing that you do with a partner as you fumble around in your sexually formative years?

Well … yes, and no.

Handjobs might be seen by some as the consolation prize; perhaps an act devoid of real intimacy and sensation: a primal act to sate a horniness, not a connection between two lovers. But that doesn’t have to be the case. After all, aren’t handjobs half way to mutual masturbation, and that’s quite a lot of fun!

But with a dash of lube, handjobs can be turned from that inexperienced fumbling and into a wondrous, sensual experience. The long, lingering look as her hand clasps over the head of my cock and slides down the shaft; a pout, a kiss, the control of a lover.

We’re going at her pace, and she has every intention of doing it at her speed; the cessation of control lights a fire inside my loins: this is no quick wank, but a gloriously erotic experience. The gliding of the hands over the shaft, the switch of speeds; the exploring hands and the variety of touches, effortlessly sliding over my slippery cock.

It’s another form of heaven, especially when an oily hand rubs my glans. A sure fire way to send me reaching a climax in no time. A treat like few other.

So no, I didn’t abandon handjobs after my first date, and yes, I do enjoy them and want them, because sometimes pedestrian can be anything but!

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