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Do You, Boo.

In The Handywoman I talk about the dying art of the handjob aka frownie (depending on how you look at life). While I still agree with what I wrote, I failed to mention the most obvious reason as to why I feel that way. It occurred to me one evening when I was jacking someone off while sucking his balls. What? You thought that just because I haven’t blogged in a while shit changed and I got demure? Nah.

Anyway, I’m on my knees juggling when I realize that there is no way I could be stroking his dick better than he could stroke his own. While I can get off by someone else playing with me, it’s usually because it’s combined with other sex acts or they’re actually fingering me. But when it comes to JUST clitoral stimulation, I do me best. I can only assume the same goes for men(?).

For a second I think about asking him to take hold of the wheel, but I don’t want him to think I’m lazy, so I proceed to “multi-task” like a good little sexcetary. Still, I can’t help but think of all the other things I could be doing with my hands … or how hot a man can look when he’s playing with himself *rawr*. I don’t mind giving you a helping hand (pun intended – duh), I just feel like nobody will ever love you better than you can love yourself.

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