12/4/2011
Blueberry Nights: Date a girl who gives blowjobs
Date a girl who gives blowjobs. Wait, let me rephrase that. Date a girl who gives really, really nice, over-the-top, you-make-me-want-to-scream blowjobs. Date a girl who appreciates both heads in the body. Date a girl who looks at both heads with indescribable thrill and a seemingly unending…
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20:08
Blueberry Nights: Date a girl who gives blowjobs
Date a girl who gives blowjobs
Date a girl who gives blowjobs. Wait, let me rephrase that. Date a girl who gives really, really nice, over-the-top, you-make-me-want-to-scream blowjobs. Date a girl who appreciates both heads in the body. Date a girl who looks at both heads with indescribable thrill and a seemingly unending bliss.
You might find her to be shy at first. She will not even look the type that will just push you straight to bed and give you the best blowjob that you will ever have. No, this girl, you will find her to be a bit languid and taciturn and would only give you the cutest smiles and grandest charms. Then, she will surprise you and give you the best-est first kiss you will ever get when you least expect it.
The first kiss will not happen in the first date. She will respect your relationship as she respects you in the early stages of your love-capade. She respects, because she needs to be respected as well. Take her to unique dates, make her laugh — fuck, even give her flowers or chocolates on Valentine’s day. By these gestures, she will know how much you find her special. That’s the trick: make her feel special. It may rack your brains out to think of the ways on how to make her lips curve to that defining smile you will come to love. But truth be told, you only have to be there in a majority percentage and for her, that’s enough.
Fast-track your way to that moment where you and her both know it’s time to step up things a bit. It’s your half-year month together, or it’s the obligatory date-your-other-half fourteenth of February, or it could be anything special. Take her to her favorite restaurant. Treat her like a queen. Later on, you’ll know how she could treat you like a king. Order champagne. Feel the rush of inebriation filter out the lucidity of your heads. Go to a love-otel. Spend your night there, together. Get drunk on her presence. Let her take your clothes off. Take her clothes off. Do this process slowly and *wink* passionately. Know the drill. Wait for the perfect time to land your lips on hers. Hold her as if she were made of diamonds and precious jewelry. Feel every corner of her exterior brush against yours. Feel the electricity. Feel eve-ry-thing.
Let her kiss your lips. Kiss her lips. Kiss each other as if it were the first time, or if it is, make her feel like it’s the best first time she could ever get. Slide your tongue and playfully scour the taste of the whole geography of the inside of her mouth. Remember her taste. Remember how soft her lips are, and how kissing her makes you lose all sense of your soul. By then, knowingly shift your tasteful hunger to every contour of her body. Master the language of your togetherness. If she wants to be in control — which, in actuality, she has always wanted to be — let her. Let her surprise you. This is the moment.
Let her walk her tongue from your lips as it would embark its way on the sides of your neck. If it feels good, make her feel it. Moan. Scream. Let her go downhill, towards the shady creases of your chest. Let her discover the salty, fine taste of your body as she goes down, and down, and down. Let her unbuckle your pants. And let her do her thing.
This is your first time. You will feel twists and turns in your whole system. The warmth of her tongue, the enveloping of your other head under her control, and the occasional soft touches and kisses of her lips — it’s pure joy. Again, let her feel that she makes you feel good. Moan. Scream. This isn’t the time to be silent. The first thought that will come to your mind is that this is the best time of your life, so far. Surely enough, it’s going to be an unforgettable, monumental one in all the memories you will have with her.
Marry a girl who gives blowjobs that will make you go crazy. You will see her tirelessly innovating new tricks she will read fromCosmopolitan or other girly magazines you don’t give a fuck about. Every experience with her, in bed, will be magical and new. Let her try new things, tell her which one worked and which one didn’t. When the time comes that her lady parts wrinkle and wrecks into dysfunction — remember that she still has her mouth. This is one of her many services that she will ensure you with. Grow old together. Love each other, and make love with each other through the years. Smile as you recount all the many ways she has freed the caged and suppressed wildness and spontaneity no one would have ever done so, but her. She knows her ways. Most of all, she knows her ways with you best.
So, scrap the stereotypes. Anyone can be a writer, anyone can be a photographer, anyone can be illiterate and anyone can read. Hell, anyone can be a blogger, too. But can every girl give blowjobs — or to rephrase, can every girl give you the bonkers-inducing ones? Date a girl whose best asset is the magical self-learned masterful ways of her mouth and tongue and lips. She will uphold your ego, and uplift your spirits in heights you have never leaped to before. Date a girl who gives blowjobs — because little fucker, if she first and foremost gives you head (and that she would give the best head among all the girls you will ever meet), she sure as hell loves you. And that, most of all, really matters.
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18/2/2010
17:47
“You get to her. You make her cry late at night. You make her scream at the top of her lungs. You make her second guess everything you say. But she’s not about to admit it to you. Her pride is too strong. but really, would it matter anyways?”
— (via eletheowl) (via misslauralizzy) (via elephantsandlambs) (via poignant) (via rosecolouredlies)
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17:46
AbsenceofTitle: 30 Most Satisfying Simple Pleasures
yourebeautiful : somethingbeautifull : guylovesgirl : thewaterflowsup : overactiveimagination : maherheartally:
1. Sleeping In on a Rainy Day
2. Finding Money You Didn’t Know You Had
3. Making Brief Eye Contact with Someone of the Opposite Sex
4. Skinny Dipping
5. Making the…
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17:32
“I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.”
— Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger (via gilligankane) (via thejanuaries)
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17:27
“… You were quite right in saying one would fain love with one’s heart and one’s bowels. I am thrilled with your ardour for life. To my mind, we ought to love life more than anything.”
“Love life rather than the meaning of life?”
“Yes. Love it before finding reasons why; without logic, as you said; that’s the only way to get at its meaning.”
— The Brothers Karamazov. Fyodor Dostoevsky. (via thechocolatebrigade) (via livingtoseayou) (via booklover)
17:27
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.”
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17:22
TRUE.
and it’s not just sometimes that “the monster” wins. ALL. THE. TIME. “the monster” is a walking know-it-all. always right. perfect.
at least that’s what “the monster” believes.
but the truth is.. it has many disguises to make me take the blame apparently. i am at fault. point blank.
“the monster” is flawless. intolerable to watch.. to listen to. its presence is just unbearable. its ghost wanders to my whole existence, creeps in my sleep and plague me in my dreams.
“the monster” and “the ghost” is in one persona. a God. to itself.
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