When he was close to climaxing, he stopped me, pulled me up to my feet, gave me a deep kiss, and then slid the panties down my legs. If I had any doub...ts before, as I stepped out of my panties I now knew what was going on. This was going to be the next step in my journey in womanhood, and while I had never considered having sex with a man before, some part of me must have thought that it was the natural thing to do, since I went right along with it. Of course, I thought, he was a man and I was. They did personals back then. Basically it was a married guy, who wanted to experience so fun with a male. He lived in my town!I replied to the ad and told about my limited experience and I was willing to give things a go. Discretion was guaranteed.About a week later I got an email! He said he'd nearly given up has he had time wasters and weirdos message him. He liked what I had told him. We started to email fairly regularly, he wasn't pushy at all. In fact he was real patient and said I could. So here comes the frosting...She Likes It, she Really Likes It!This is the single most important part of the blowjob. The pleasure you take in giving it. When a man is in this position, he is at his most vulnerable. He is open and exposed to you. (Remember, your vagina doesn't have teeth!) For me, this amount of trust is breathtaking and beyond arousing. I always take it as the profound and delightful gift it is. Cleanliness is Next to...Many women hesitate to perform fellatio because of the. I sat down on a large rock and looked out over the ocean to the far horizon of just water. Like anyone anywhere, I gazed out over the water at the endless horizon. Why do we do that? Everyone I had ever known who was ever at the edge of an ocean did the same thing. Gazing at nothing but the distant, never-ending horizon. Occasionally broken by clouds, rain squalls, a rising dolphin or whale or (on Earth) a far-off ship. The intrigue of the unknown. And the peaceful sound. Almost always. The.