The History of Fellatio and also Foreplay
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According to current press reports, Americans are having oral sex at amazingly more youthful ages-- and with increasing nonchalance. (Note: Oral sex here refers solely to fellatio.) Foreplay precedes and frequently changes sexual intercourse since it's viewed to be noncommittal, quick and safe. For some kids it's a cool thing to do; for others it's a cheap adventure. Raised in a culture in which speed is valued, kids, not surprisingly, look for pleasure principle through oral sex (the girl by instantly pleasing the kid, the kid by sitting back and taking pleasure in the flight). A relatively facile command over the sexual landscape of one's partner is achieved without the encumbrances of clothes, coitus and the rest of the messy company. The blow task is, in essence, the new joystick of teenager sexuality.
In other words, if we are to think today's sociologists and culture mavens, foreplay has ended up being ordinary. But the increased banality of the blow task is difficult. When I was a teen, in the bad-taste, disco-fangled '70s, fellatio was something you finished into. Rooted in the excellent American sport of baseball, the sexual metaphors of my generation put fellatio someplace after home base, way off in the remote plains of the outfield. In truth, avoiding all the bases and going directly to fellatio was the sort of crowning achievement scheduled just for racy, borderline lawbreakers, who took pleasure in a host of licentious and prohibited activities that made them stars in the firmament of teen recklessness.
The very first blow task I ever offered (after methodically searching my way past all the bases) was an act of faith. After lastly determining how to by hand manage my boyfriend's weird vestigial organ-- how to brandish, control and handle his swollen, tumescent pink love shaft-- I now had the difficult task of having to determine how to handle it orally. Lick? Suck? Use your hands? If only the how-to books that exist today existed back then.
" Put both hands into the L position around the base of the shaft," says "Sex Tips for Straight Women From a Gay Man." "Lick the whole idea and after that use your tongue to lick up and down the sides. Covering your teeth with your lips, and keeping your mouth tight, slide the head inside and lick the delicate spot underneath with both the suggestion and flat part of your tongue ... continue down the shaft as far as you can go in one fell swoop." And on it goes. It consists of pointers on curiosities like dick whipping, hummers and tinglers, plus advice on how to breathe. (Men may fear the spacious tunnel that causes the prehistoric soup of the womb, but women run the risk of death by gagging.).
Plainly even the most extensive bout of coitus pales in comparison with the intimacy of fellatio, at least for the one providing it: nesting one's face in the musty, doughy pelt of your partner's loins; bringing the full blast of your tongue, lips, teeth (indeed, your whole face) to bear on the inflamed, supplicant shaft; coaxing the salty swell of seed-bearing spermatozoa blossoming from deep within the vulnerable, fuzz-laced scrotum; and, lastly, partaking in the ultimate exchange of physical fluids. (For what could be more carnal and, well, in your face than swallowing sperm?) All this is much more intricate than the easy act of coitus, where the crucial fits in the ignition and things more or less just occur. Fellatio is tough labor, in every sense of the word.
According to current press reports, Americans are having oral sex at amazingly more youthful ages-- and with increasing nonchalance. (Note: Oral sex here refers solely to fellatio.) Foreplay precedes and frequently changes sexual intercourse since it's viewed to be noncommittal, quick and safe. For some kids it's a cool thing to do; for others it's a cheap adventure. Raised in a culture in which speed is valued, kids, not surprisingly, look for pleasure principle through oral sex (the girl by instantly pleasing the kid, the kid by sitting back and taking pleasure in the flight). A relatively facile command over the sexual landscape of one's partner is achieved without the encumbrances of clothes, coitus and the rest of the messy company. The blow task is, in essence, the new joystick of teenager sexuality.
In other words, if we are to think today's sociologists and culture mavens, foreplay has ended up being ordinary. But the increased banality of the blow task is difficult. When I was a teen, in the bad-taste, disco-fangled '70s, fellatio was something you finished into. Rooted in the excellent American sport of baseball, the sexual metaphors of my generation put fellatio someplace after home base, way off in the remote plains of the outfield. In truth, avoiding all the bases and going directly to fellatio was the sort of crowning achievement scheduled just for racy, borderline lawbreakers, who took pleasure in a host of licentious and prohibited activities that made them stars in the firmament of teen recklessness.
The very first blow task I ever offered (after methodically searching my way past all the bases) was an act of faith. After lastly determining how to by hand manage my boyfriend's weird vestigial organ-- how to brandish, control and handle his swollen, tumescent pink love shaft-- I now had the difficult task of having to determine how to handle it orally. Lick? Suck? Use your hands? If only the how-to books that exist today existed back then.
" Put both hands into the L position around the base of the shaft," says "Sex Tips for Straight Women From a Gay Man." "Lick the whole idea and after that use your tongue to lick up and down the sides. Covering your teeth with your lips, and keeping your mouth tight, slide the head inside and lick the delicate spot underneath with both the suggestion and flat part of your tongue ... continue down the shaft as far as you can go in one fell swoop." And on it goes. It consists of pointers on curiosities like dick whipping, hummers and tinglers, plus advice on how to breathe. (Men may fear the spacious tunnel that causes the prehistoric soup of the womb, but women run the risk of death by gagging.).
Plainly even the most extensive bout of coitus pales in comparison with the intimacy of fellatio, at least for the one providing it: nesting one's face in the musty, doughy pelt of your partner's loins; bringing the full blast of your tongue, lips, teeth (indeed, your whole face) to bear on the inflamed, supplicant shaft; coaxing the salty swell of seed-bearing spermatozoa blossoming from deep within the vulnerable, fuzz-laced scrotum; and, lastly, partaking in the ultimate exchange of physical fluids. (For what could be more carnal and, well, in your face than swallowing sperm?) All this is much more intricate than the easy act of coitus, where the crucial fits in the ignition and things more or less just occur. Fellatio is tough labor, in every sense of the word.
