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Seeking The Perfect BJ
Seeking The Perfect BJ
I've never got off on a blow job. I don't know why that is, but so far I haven't. Maybe it's because I know how good sex is and getting a blow job is like the appetizer before the main course.
It's not like I don't like blow jobs. It's not that I've ever said, "Hey, excuse me... can you stop sucking?" But after awhile, it's like I get sensory overload and a BJ just isn't going to push me into the next dimension. It's like my search for the Holy Grail. A quest, if you will.
I don't really talk about my cock much. There are some guys who talk about their dick like no one's ever seen one before. Like it's their best friend and they introduce to everyone when they're at the bar. "Hi, I'd like you to meet my best friend, My dick!" From what I've heard, a lot of guys don't even put up a picture of their face. I wonder how people recognize them at meet and greets.
Let's talk about meet and greets for a moment.
Generally speaking, it's the only time I ever have met some of the people in the chat room. All the one's I've been to have been pretty tame affairs. It's not like I was propisitioned by a bevy of bigirls who wanted an Ian sandwich... dammit. No, they're usually a bunch of cool people that shoot pool, have a few drinks, and maybe dance providing there's music.
The bad thing about some meet and greets are the rumor mills. You can say hello to someone, give them a hug, and then not see them again for the rest of the night. Later on, you find out the next day that you were fucking monkeystyle on top of jukebox. That's the downside of meet and greets. Besides, a jukebox is NOT a pool table.
Lately the chat room has been annoying me. I've been in there when a few really sexy ladies come in, but then get pissed off when no one talks to them. It's hard enough to keep up with the text in the room sometimes without worrying about saying hi to everyone that comes in.
Even more annoying is when I try to chat with one of these pissed off ladies and they blow me off. "No ones talking to me, so I'm leaving!"
No one? Hey honey, I'm someone. It's not like I'm Quasimodo over here. I'm not even trying to introduce my cock as a greeting. It's disappointing.
There's another thing that bugs me too. There are some really fine women that I've talked with, but it's like there's a freaking wall there. Some love to flirt, love to arouse, but then just leave it at that. Then it's on to a new guy and you might as well just go take an ice shower because you ain't gettin' any.
That's another thing. Getting laid. I love good sex. That doesn't mean I'm some horn dog out there trying to hump the leg of any woman that comes into the room. Yeah, I've had a few rendevouz before, but they're far and few between.
I suppose I just come into the room to have fun and have a few laughs. It would be nice to get out a little more though. Maybe get that one blow job that sends me over the edge!
One thing I really hate is meeting someone that totally rocks and gets you hot, then finding out she probably only wants to be friends. Especially when you're in the room and she's totally hitting on another guy the way you wish she'd hit on you. That's usually a good time to leave. I hate feeling fucking invisible.
I don't know if it's gonna work, but since there are so many guys that post pics of their cock, I figure I'd post a joke pic that I made.
Time will tell!