Found this great article over at allexperts.com. Enjoy!

Blowjobs are paradise for many men. But be aware that there are men that just don’t like them; there are men who either don’t get hard from BJs or can not cum from BJs – usually men who always like to be in control of their own orgasms.

If you come across a man who doesn’t come from blowjobs, there is one way to (probably) change that. It is rather extreme. You (in either a flat-on-your-back position or a kneeling position) will allow him to grab the back of your head, insert his cock in your wide-open mouth, and simply fuck your throat as if it were a pussy. Yes, you’ll gag and yes, you might throw up, but some girls do actually enjoy that, and I can guarantee you that many men LOVE that kind of whore-like throat-fucking BJ. If you let him use your throat like that he’ll either love you to death and worship your body afterwards, or he’ll start disrespecting you because you let him use your mouth as if you were a whore. Be careful that your man is the kind who loves a sexually deviant, liberated woman, not one who is scared of them, before you try the “fuck my throat” tactic.

For every girl who hates to be fucked in the throat till she gags, there are three that hate it. If you hate it, DON’T DO IT and don’t let him fuck your throat hard like that. Don’t let him have control of the BJ if he’s abusing your throat and not being gentle. Only let him do that if you like it.

For non-violent blowjobs which won’t hurt your throat, the advice is as follows:

Most important: make sure it is wet. Wet, slushy, sloppy blowjobs are the ONLY kind of blowjobs. Just like when he’s eating your pussy and driving you crazy with his mouth, it HAS TO BE WET to feel good. Use LOTS of spit, and LOTS more. Make it really wet with your mouth.

Next, the swirling, French-kissing technique is usually good. French kiss the head of his cock as if you’re in a porn movie… kiss it, suck on it, swirl your tongue around it, over it, under it, encircle it. Purse your lips and let it slip inside, and then swish your tongue all over the head.

Anyone who tells you guys don’t like their balls licked or shaft sucked is generalizing. Many, many guys like for you to vary it up, lick down their shaft, lick their balls, suck on their balls, lick the place between their balls and ass, and hey, if you’re up for it, lick their asshole. 75% of men ADORE having their asshole licked. Lick it good, like you’re licking clitty – it’ll drive him crazy ‘cause that’s where all his nerve endings are.

Do it for maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Then, when you want to make him cum, if you’re not willing to let him fuck your mouth, it’s best to still attempt to recreate the fucking motion, you know, open your mouth a little wider (so your teeth aren’t involved) and try bobbing your head up and down on it (or back and forth), letting it slide between your lips and into your mouth, then out again. Imagine you are a pussy, riding a cock, and you are trying to go faster and harder to get him and yourself off. That is the kind of rhythm you should be looking for. That will get him off.

Some other things most guys like in blowjobs:

Lots of lipstick never hurts. Some guys like no make up but just as many like slutty red or pink lips sucking their cock. Be his fantasy girl and use pink lipstick and suck it like you worship it.

LOTS OF EYE CONTACT. If you have his head in your mouth and you look in his eyes like you wanna rape him and fuck his brains out, the BJ will feel that much better.

LOTS OF SPIT – spit on it and pull your mouth away, holding it in your tightly-clenched fist… let the strings of spit and drool hang from his cock to your lips, then suck it and spit on it more – that’s what a lot of guys like, and that’s how the pornstars do it.

When he’s coming, it’s best to just keep doing what you’re doing. That’s my best advice for that. If you don’t want him to cum in your mouth, then jack it really hard, pump it with your fist, and aim the cock wherever you want the cum – tits, face, tummy, guys like cumming on those places – but usually nothing as much as in your mouth.

So I hope that advice helps with giving a blowjob. Some last 5 minutes and are a prerequisite for sex, some last half an hour ad are entities unto themselves.

One thing to remember – VERY IMPORTANT: you should not give it without expecting it in return. There is nothing as heavenly as having your pussy licked and your g-spot fingered to glorious, squirting orgasm. You should expect him to go down on you, preferably BEFORE you suck him off. It makes more sense – he makes you cum, then you make him hard and he fucks you. Or he makes you cum, and then you make him cum. Once the guy cums, he often loses a lot of sexual motivation.

If he’s not going down on you, make sure that he does. If he’s no good at it, ask me and I’ll tell you how to tell him how to make it really good. If he refuses to lick you and make you cum, well, you’re giving your BJs to the wrong guy and you can find someone that worships you and wants to give you pleasure as well as getting pleasure from you.

Some guys like to have their heads pushed down into the pussy area – you know, forcing him to service you. Maybe try that. Or push his face into your ass and make him worship you back there. It feels very, very good. Lots of men love licking sexy girls’ asses and pussies. Make him lick you wherever you want to be licked.

Whatever the case, just make sure he’s getting his – and you’re getting yours. You’re just starting out, so you have many years of blissful sex ahead of you. Don’t sell yourself short and don’t worry about any of it – that’s just life!

Hey CasualEncounters,

I just arrived in New York, and I’m about to meet up with a few friends here to start chasing some pussy. I’m staying here at the W in Times Square — right in the heart of all the action. I don’t think I could live here without going crazy — CA will always be home. But occasional visits to the City are awesome — albeit quite expensive. So I’m here for a few days, and my goal is at least two chicks. Chicks in NYC can be tough and aloof, but I’m confident that my skills are up to the challenge. Next stops are DC and Miami — this East Coast leg of my newfound life of leisure and pussy shall be quite enjoyable. On the Rebecca front — we’ve chatted briefly recently, but I didn’t tell her I was gonna be right in her backyard. I just said I had to do some travelling for business — and left it at that. If I can avoid Atlanta during my entire trip out here, then I can declare myself to be officially over her.

I had a long conversation the other night with a girl who I’ve been friends with forever (and a rare one I’ve never tried fucking). She is more like a sister — a really great girl. She was asking me why I don’t meet someone, settle down, blah blah blah. How to you convey and describe the desire to chase pussy to a girl? I didn’t try, but I think the best analogy is to shoes. No matter how much a chick likes a pair of shoes, she will be wanting to check out a new pair with days — if not hours. It is just an insatiable drive — they can have 1000 pairs, and they’ll still want another. That is how I (and I’m sure most guys reading this) feel about pussy. Males were not built nor designed for monogamy. That’s just a fact. Well enough pontificating and rationalizing my casual encounters — I’m ready to head out for the night. Hopefully I’ll have some salacious NYC details to share soon.

Justin

Hey everyone,

I’m writing this from the plane on my way to Atlanta. Rebecca is picking me up at the airport, and this will be a bit of a deviation from my usual modus operandi. All of my other stops have entailed a pursuit for meaningless and casual encounters, but this trip the pussy is already lined up. She’s excited to show me Atlanta, and hopefully she’s equally excited to get naked again with me. It probably is a mistake, but I’m going to stay at her place. This obviously precludes any ancillary action — but I’m only there for 3 days, so I’m sure she’ll keep me fully occupied. I’ve just promised myself this will be the last time I see her — but like the old saying goes.. the best laid plans of mice and men. I have a feeling that I will break this promise to myself. There is just something about her milky skin and beautiful red hair that really turns me on.

She is also a nice girl — which is far different than my usual conquests. During previous stops in Vegas, LA and Chicago I was with a nice number of sluts, nymphos and even a hooker. Rebecca most definitely does not fall into any of those categories. As I’ve indicated previously, for some reason defiling otherwise nice and innocent girls really turns me on. Well I’ll check back in after I get to Atlanta. God, would she kill me if she got any sniff of this blog.

Justin

Justin here, continuing the recap of my eventful first evening in Chicago. Parts one and two involved an incredible meal at the famed Chicago Chop House followed by a (brief) stop at Club Transit. I say brief because not too long after arriving, I was introduced to Melissa and Amanda — two spoiled, vacuous — but hot — party girls. Within relatively short order, we were all back at the “Fantastic Suite” (that is actually what the W calls the suite) I was staying in at the W Hotel. After shooting down a few small bottles from the mini-bar, the two of them soon ended up on the bed — and the show began. Most every straight red blooded male fantasizes about having threesomes — but the appeal behind this fantasy varies. Some guys like attention lavished upon them and to be serviced by multiple females. Others enjoy the challenge of satisfying two girls at once. However, for me at least, much of the appeal derives from watching two girls in action pleasing one another.

Amanda and Melissa did not disappoint me in this regard. I could tell they were truly into each other, and this added greatly to my enjoyment watching them. After a while, I decided it was time to join the party, and I undressed and approached the pair as Amanda was on all fours on top of Melissa grinding back and forth against her. Amanda looked up at me with a bit of surprised look when I stuck my finger into her pussy, but her surprise turned into a naughty smile — and she had my cock in her mouth within seconds. Melissa got up on her knees, and both were now in front of me passing back and forth my cock like it was a joint. I didn’t end up actually fucking either of them, but they did spend the night which included sessions in the nice Jacuzzi, the bed and the plush sofa. By the time the sun came up, I was drained both literally and figuratively. It was a Windy City night to remember.

Justin

Sorry for the delay, but I am now back for the second chapter describing my glorious first night in Chicago. As I relayed to everyone in my prior post, the evening started off on a truly carnivorous note at Chicago Chop House. We then transitioned to Transit (no pun intended) which is one of the hottest clubs in Chicago. My new trader friends had arranged for a large table in their VIP lounge, and the night started with a parade of farm-raised Midwestern sluts coming by our table. Steve and his buddies knew quite a few chicks there, and within relatively short order there were six of them enjoying bottle service with us at our table. One blond — Melissa — initially caught my eye, and before long I was out on the dance floor with her — and to my present surprise her friend Amanda soon joined us. I’ve been amply blessed in many arenas, but dancing is not one of them. Dancing with two hot chicks was drawing a bit too much attention for my liking, so I deftly guided them back to a quiet area in order to see if I had a shot at making this night extra special.

It quickly became apparent that both were somewhat bubbleheaded, spoiled party girls — but quite hot ones. Both are 21 and from North Shore suburbs, and they didn’t seem to do or have interest in much outside of shopping and partying. Melissa was a toned blond around 5′ 6, and Amanda a more voluptuous brunette at around 5’8 (with amazingly succulent tits). The idea of a threesome obviously quickly entered my head, and I was gauging the best way to approach this delicate subject without putting them off. I decided that this situation called for a direct route, so I proceeded to kiss Melissa — and then immediately turned my attention to Amanda. After kissing Amanda they looked at each other and proceeded to make-out — and I could tell it wasn’t their first time doing so. After only just over an hour or so in Transit, it became time to transit back to the W for what would prove to be the true highlight of the night.

Justin

Hey everyone — Justin here again reporting back in. Just got into Vegas after a few days in LA. Just like LA, Vegas is a whole lot different when you have a few bucks in your pocket. I was never a big gambler, but I figured I’d give a craps table here at the Palms a shot before I asked for a comp’d room. I was by a buddy of mine who knows about these things to gamble a bit before requesting a room and I’d have a better chance of scoring a rockin’ suite. So I walked up to the table with $2500 — and after just a few exceedingly lucky runs I was up $6500. I decided this was my queue to walk away when I was ahead and focus on my core mission — chasing pussy. First chore was to hopefully score a cool suite, and I headed off to find a casino host to hook me up. I had only taken a few steps when a cute brunette approached me asking me how I was doing.

Now I’m an OK looking guy, and this is Vegas and all — but this seemed just too easy. My suspicions were proven correct when she indicated that she’d make my afternoon really fun for the bargain price of just $1500. Now, I’m not above paying for it — sluts, whores… what’s the difference? Besides, you are actually paying for her to leave quickly afterwards as opposed to for the act itself. That being said, $1500 was quite a hefty sum for only a few hours — even though I viewed it as part of the Palm’s money I just took from them on the craps table. I employed my best negotiating skills, and soon we reached agreement at $900. I asked her to come with me while I got a comp’d suite from a casino host, and she looked at me a bit funny.

I soon realized why when it became apparent the (female) casino host knew full well exactly what my companion was. However, she only gave me one disapproving look while she efficiently hooked me up with a nice suite for the night. My paid conquest we’ll call Jessica (that is actually the name she gave me, but surely fake so i’ll feel free to use it on here) was 21 and from Phoenix. She insisted that she wasn’t a hooker per se — just a girl who comes to Vegas with some friends in search of some easy extra spending money. The official term I was told is “weekend warrior”. Whatever her title, I was eager to fuck her — and it was actually quite nice. Better than either of my first two chicks in LA. Afterwards, I talked her into letting me snap a pic as she finished showering — so long as I didn’t show her face. I told her my fans insisted. Gonna be here for 3 days — surely many more conquests to come during this leg of my trip.

Justin

Just how far will men go to get laid? According to a recent paper by the Journal of Evolutionary Psychology, men are programmed by nature to risk death — if necessary — to score. This academic study lays out evolutionary and biological reasons behind the recklessness of males, and describes to what lengths men are driven to go in order to facilitate the spreading of their seed. The urge to procreate is primal within every species — humans not excluded. Many species will go to extreme lengths to spread their genes — one disturbing example is within the lion world where males routinely kill unrelated infant lions in order to bring their mothers back into heat. Although the vast majority of male humans would never entertain such a thing — we are willing to literally put our lives at risk when it comes to sex.

The researchers behind this study theorize that this difference between the genders relates to their respective roles within child bearing and rearing. Although current society has transcended the era of women spending their lives “pregnant and in the kitchen”, the traditional role as the primary party responsible for rearing children imparted a sense of caution to females. They were programmed to protect themselves in order to protect their kids — absent fathers could go get themselves killed and their kids would still be fine so long as their mother remained ok. This resulted in a male reckless streak — and the primary prehistoric urge to procreate served to drive men to take great risks while in pursuit of pussy. These primordial urges and behaviors still linger with us today.