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I should be studying... and yet, I am lurking on CERB. I am a bit obsessed with this website. It creates a great (and sexy) diversion to exams. On to my answer: I love a beautiful Asian woman with black hair, an Indian woman with brown hair, an American woman with blond hair, an Irish woman with red hair, a punk with green hair! A woman with no hair at all! A rose by another other name would smell as sweet. A man who concerns himself with such things would miss so much of the beauty that surrounds him... a rose is a rose is a rose... A woman who changes herself to please a man who concerns himself with such things would miss so much of the beauty that surrounds her...

Oh yes Amanda is, Cato.

I know how to deep throat pretty well I think, but I have small breast :P Just a quick trick, you need to do it like if you are drinking something, your throat will open more and it's easier to breath so you don't have the gag reflex. And for peachy...when you squirt you feel like you want to go pee a lot and it may be painful, if during a relationship you feel like peeing...just do it and 99.99% of the time it will be you squirting (ok if you did drink 3L of water before it may be something elese:P

SaraMQ has inspired me too. I am very much about connection, chemistry, and passion in this hobby; reading the amazing posts the women have been writing inspired me to jot something down. This is how I feel when I repeat with someone I really connect with. Be kind to this artistic soul people! ;-) You I remember you, the Id and emotion I remember the touch, the feel, the look I remember your skin, your eyes, your lips I call, you answer and a date is set I call, we talk and remember our time I call, everything is in motion, time passes We meet, our time is fleeting We meet, our bodies warm, our lips touch We meet, the passion is like fire, our time seems endless A kiss is shared; I hold you and talk softly A kiss is shared; my hand traces your body A kiss is shared; I leave you, our moment has ended Thank you my lover, my paramour Thank you my confidant, my release Thank you for sharing your time with me.

Probably like many out there, have had a desire to be with two women at once. I had hte opportunity for this experience today with Monica DD and Miss Chloe. I am not as eloquent as many others on this site, so all I can say is WOW. The two ladies are gorgeous, exciting, athletic, exuberant, .... well, you get the idea. We played, we laughed, we had a fabulous time. I would highly recommend either of these ladies, in a one-on-one, or especially as a duo. For a first experience, I could ask for no better. Thank you ladies. Until next time - and there will be a next time... :cooter:

I find that if I simply focus on not gagging, I'm pretty good. I'm wary of using anything to numb my gag reflex and anyway, once you've got that thing in your throat, you can't breathe anyway. Once it's in the throat, it's the same tube.

This is something that I have been doing for a while. With pleasure might I addd. It took me alot of time and alot of practice. Luckily for me when I was practicing my boyfriend at the time was very paitent and understanding :P I agree with Belladonna, you need to go slow and and breathe out of ur nose, however I dont know about the spray. I find the more I just relax the more my throat will open up for me. I have a feeling that this is not a great idea.... if you are just learning you need to experience the feelings to know if you can allow yourself to go further. It also helps if you really are into what you are doing :D As with anything, practice makes perfect - I have small breast Belladonna, or I would love to help out xo Good luck on your search :bjs:

For all of the ladies that changed their names for privacy reasons. She wears it like a mask Each time she comes to me, A shroud to cloud my eyes, A veil I cannot see. But her mask is just a ruse, An aspect of her game. It hides the girl behind The fiction of her name. The name is but a symbol, Of the role she plays for me, A promise unfulfilled, A hope of what could be. Removing all between us, Clothed only in her name. Her touch is my illusion, Setting heart and loin aflame. A mirage within a dream, A ghost of fragile youth, She is fantasy and fire And beauty born of truth. Her name is but a name, A symbol, just a mask, Concealing what I see, Revealing what I ask.

A poem I wrote recently for one of my very favs: An Ode Long the wait and deep the wanting. A word from her would set him free. Thoughts of youthful blonde perfection Taking wing in fantasy. The day, it dawns. She draws upon him Linking in erotic stance. Dancer’s body poised above him Rousing him as from a trance. Deep the want and long the waiting. The world rends them apart again. Promises of pleasures pending Work to ease the parting pain. Raptures he has pledged to bring her Locked in mutual loving bliss. Till we meet again remember What it means to want, and miss.

Every BJ I've ever given was pretty fucking fantastic, if I do say so myself :)