Thursday, January 10, 2013

Sex, Love and Brooklyn: Learning to Suck It

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She disappeared into her room, and came back with a huge, purple dildo. “We'll teach Lacy to give great head. No one doesn't cum on my watch.” She practically shoved the dildo in my mouth. All my cast-mates watched in shock as she started giving me instructions on how to suck dick. Her girlfriend loudly stomped out of the room. No one took much notice of her tantrum though. I was about to put on a show.

“Number one thing,” she said. “Smile. It opens the back of your throat. Use your hands, a blow job is really a hand job, just including your mouth.”

At first there was a lot teasing and snickering, but it wasn't long until a silence hovered over the room. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who needed instruction in the art of cum drinking. She told me to lie on the couch with my head dangling over the armrest. She explained that if I did this on a bed, then I could deep throat pretty easily. “It's like giving a bj without any work. But you really have to trust the dude, cause you got absolutely no control. Your basically getting skull fucked. It's best to figure out some kind of gesture beforehand, to let him know you've had enough. Like grab his ass real hard.”

When the lesson came to an end I was both grateful and sad. I started to get up; all I wanted was to go back to my room and re-live the whole experience while trying to rub one out. She stopped me midway out of the living by grabbing my arm. “Uh, uh,” she said, “You're not going anywhere. You have to prove to me you know what you’re doing.”

“How am I going do that?”

“By showing me in a way I can feel.”

She stuck out her two fingers and said, “Suck on my fingers like they're a cock.”

“No way.”

“I'm not letting you go until you do it.”

I took a deep breath and went down on her digits.

At first I couldn't look at her, but then I glanced up to see if it was working. I caught her eye and held it for what seemed like forever. I stared her down while at the same time going down on her fingers. Once, for a quick moment, she closed her eyes and I thought, “Yeah, I might be good at this.”

Suddenly she took her hand out of my mouth and wiped my spit off on her shirt. “Looks like you know what you're doing now. God speed.” With a wave of the very same hand I'd just massaged with my tongue, I was dismissed.

This woman was my first and truest shark. I understand the dangers of mythologizing players. I get that I love them because I have the deluded hope they will change for me. I know there's no actual merit to the fantasy that I'm so great they'll hang up their hat and settle down wanting no one else. But I still can't help loving the magnetism of someone in control. This girl introduced me to more than just sharks, she taught me the difference between a roll in the hay and a real erotic moment. She taught me there is an art to seduction, and that eye contact is just as important as finger play.

Mainly, though, she taught me how to give great head.


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Lacy Warner is a writer and perfomer living in Brooklyn. She likes puppies, pizza and wetsuits. She is single.

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