The Revelation by Lauren Rowe Read Free Book Online

hard-on into my mouth.
    I rarely give head, actually—a guy’s gotta be pretty
damned special to me to exert that kind of effort—but when I do give it, then by God, I do it right. And this time is no
exception.
    Technically, I already gave Josh a blowjob while I
rode the Sybian, but if I’m being honest, that really wasn’t my
best work—I certainly didn’t deliver the Katherine Morgan Ultimate
Blowjob Experience the way I’d normally do, that’s for sure. Of
course, under the circumstances, my lackluster oral performance
couldn’t be helped—I defy any woman to supply a mind-blowing
blowjob while having an orgasm-induced seizure on a jet engine—but
now, suddenly, I feel an urgent desire to show Josh exactly what my
mouth can do.
    Why? Because I want him. I want him bad . And
in my experience, there’s no weapon more lethal in a woman’s
arsenal than giving a man the best blowjob of his life. If she can
do this, she can have anything or anyone she desires. Harsh,
perhaps, to state the fact so starkly. But true nonetheless.
    I begin licking and sucking on Josh’s shaft, and he
immediately makes it clear he’s an ardent fan of my work. But I’m
just getting started. Because a blowjob worthy of being called a
Katherine Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience can’t be good. It
can’t even be great. No, a blowjob worthy of this lofty title must
be nothing short of mind-blowing.
    Of course, every mind-blowing blowjob starts at its
inception with a can-do attitude—a girl’s really gotta want
to suck that dick—or else she truly shouldn’t even bother.
    To get myself in the right frame of mind to deliver
oral epicness, I engage in a little role-play, if you will,
a little mental trick that turns me on and inspires me to reach for
greatness every time: I simply imagine I’m a high-priced call girl
who charges a million bucks per blowjob and my only mission is to
make my client say, “You’re worth every fucking penny, baby.” Oh
man, it gets me going every time. (And if I’m turned on, I’m
motivated to turn him on, too.)
    But while a good attitude is an essential ingredient
to giving a man the most intense oral experience of his life, it
can only take a girl so far if she doesn’t also have fantastic
technique.
    Through trial and tribulation, I’ve surmised that
the most effective oral techniques ascend a “ladder of pleasure,”
if you will, that goes a little something like this:
    Rung One. If a girl aims to give a man at least a pleasurable blowjob (which should be a baseline goal, or
else why is she putting a cock into her mouth, for crying out
loud?), then she’s gotta lick and suck that guy’s dick like she’s
got heatstroke and it’s a popsicle on a summer day.
    Rung Two. If a girl wants to give a man a
pleasurable and highly memorable blowjob (which, again, should be
every girl’s goal—because sucking a man’s dick and then being
forgotten is definitely not something to aspire to in life), then
she’s gotta lick and suck that man’s dick plus his balls and she’s gotta do it all like she’s been bitten by a
rattlesnake and his dick and balls contain the antidote to the
venom.
    Based on conversations with friends and articles
I’ve read in Cosmo, I’d venture to guess that’s where most
girls stop climbing the ladder of pleasure—at Rung Two.
    But I’m not most girls. In fact, I’m exactly what
Josh accused me of being: I’m a frickin’ terrorist. If I’m gonna
give head, then by God, I’m gonna make the owner of that dick and
balls fall head over heels in love with me.
    Which brings me to Rung Three. At rung three, a
girl’s gotta do all of the above, plus fondle every freakin’
inch of his jewels and back forty and taint, including massaging
his asshole (and fingering it if he seems into it); plus she’s gotta grip his shaft like it’s a life preserver and she’s a
woman-overboard in stormy seas. But she can’t stop there. Hell no.
She’s also gotta suck on his tip