Blow Jobs: How To

Things you will need:

Blow Jobs: Things You Will Need: Penis

Penis (real or rubber, depending on taste)

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Mouth

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Lazy Boy

 

 

 

 

 

I am often asked many questions about blow jobs. Why are they called blow jobs when there is no blowing? And why blow job but not jerk job? Why not wank job or shag job?

So – do you have the necessary equipment, as illustrated above? Strictly speaking, you don’t need a chair. Sofas, stools, cars, cinema seats, park benches, fields, toilets, desks, tables (both on and under), store-rooms, green-rooms and parental bedrooms are some of the many places people use to get their blow job started. Find what’s right for you and your partner, but if you use a desk or a car or a parental bedroom, it’s probably best to check first that no one else is using it already.

Another question – will I need a hand, or if I use a hand will it be a hand job? People who ask this question are often sexually stupid. People who are truly sexually intelligent find sexual multi-tasking an intuitive concept and – with practice and experimentation – are able to combine hand jobs and blow jobs.

You will also need a penis. This is essential. It is best if it is not your own as if you try to give yourself a blow job it is likely to end in a broken back job. However, although I have

What you need for a blow job - hand

Hand (optional, one or two according to taste and skills)

used a plastic penis for the illustration above, most people prefer to use real penises if they possibly can. Plastic penises are good for illustrations and for practice but they are extremely limited in their sensitivity and response.

If you don’t know someone who will let you use their penis it is often best not ask directly, and it is usual not to ask someone in your family. Broach the subject casually, in a fun way. Start with something like: “Hey, you know, just asking, but do you fancy a blow job right now? Or maybe later. Or not. No pressure. Whatever.”

Don’t bite! Uh-uh! Big, big no-no! Except if you’re using a plastic penis, as in the illustration, then you can bite. Or if the penis you’re blow jobbing belongs to someone you really totally utterly hate and you’re sick of blowing them anyway and you never want to see them again and you don’t care if they get extremely abusive and possibly violent. Then it might be – just might be! – ok. But otherwise – no, sireee!

A bit of fun while you are blow jobbing is to play about with your friend’s testes. These are the dangly, baggie things that hang down below the penis. You can use your hand or your tongue, but as above – don’t bite!

A good blow job should end in what we call a ‘climax’. This is often thought of as the most exciting part of the ‘job’ and there are lots of questions for the dedicated blow jobber. The penis lets off an ‘ejaculation’. What is this? The etymology is interesting. It comes from the Latin ‘e’ out, the American ‘jack’, meaning what we say in England for wank, and the Old French ‘lation’, meaning spurt.

When the penis ejaculates a warm sticky liquid comes flying out. New and experienced blow jobbers are often not sure what to do. Should I swallow? And what does ‘it’ taste like? And will it make me put on weight? These are questions for a future blog – Blow Jobs: A Sticky End.

Bon amour!

Bullingdon Belles: Davina Gets Very, Very Cross!

The Bullingdon Belles: In this episode Davina gets very cross with a policeman who spoils her holiday. Imagine! Now read on … 

Davina Cameroon, captainette of the Bullingdon Belles, was in Tuscany. If you’re too silly to know where that is, it’s a beautiful region of Upper Class Anglo-America where queens, prime ministers and club captainettes like to go when running countries and other stupid things get, like, darling, waaayyy too tiresome.

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Davina showed Fiat Bambina how they do it at the Bullingdon!

She was having fun, being just a little sexually stupid with her new bestest friend, Fiat Bambina, a waitress picked up in the Bunga-Bunga Caffetieerre on Via Berlusconi. They were talking, laughing, getting a wee smidgenette flirrty-dirrty when Jamie Oliver passed by on his Vespa and told Davina that England was rioting!

Davina thought nothing more of it. Everyone knows England is a riot, especially in the summer when the lovely coloured people have their festival and dress up in krazee-kozzies and then at 6 o’clock the police send them home to Lootin.

But – no! – the police were being very naughty. Instead of sending them back to Lootin, they were letting them run riot in Totters-on-the-Ghetto! Burnings were building! Sneakers were throwing Reebokka Brooks right through the Nike! Stones were flouting through the air! The Sun was fuming! It was a total Murdoch!

When Davina got home, she was very, very, very cross. She demanded that every single one of the Bullingdon Belles meet together — Georgina, Nicola, even Edwina. But not

David Cameron and Michele Bachman

Davina was so, so angry on the cover of Time! They said she was the Queen of Rage!

Borisetta, of course, who is not allowed in the clubhouse, and not Kenrietta, either, who no one likes, not even Edwina, even though they’re in the same dorm.

There was nothing for it. The police had to be taught a jolly good lesson. Davina told Georgina: Sack lots of them. Lots! “They spoiled my holiday!” she said mincingly.

The police felt ashamed that they were responsible for Davina having such a poor sun-tan and not even finishing her cappuccinette. They handed themselves in to Bill Bratten-Bosch, an instructor at Police Academy III.

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Nicola Clegg-Wiggle-Worth in the video for 'I was born Theresa May'

 

 

Get the London Riot Chic … !

London is always fun… but this summer it’s a riot!

Everyone wants to do it! Borisette ‘Bojo’ Johnson and the everrrr adorable Mz Davina Cameroon rushed back from hols to read the riot act! They couldn’t help their cute little asses… !

But it’s not all riot-party time! There is a serious message. London’s pretend-mayor, the gorgeous celebrity-rioter Kennrietta Livingstone, insists that many cool ri0t-kidz are

lonely and lack access to widescreen HD television! How totally sad and lonely is that? Too far! Tears!

And ― petals! ― fashion has been sooo much at the heart of the whole riot-chic szene! It’s all hoodies, super-bagged out grey trackie-bums and freshly looted trainers. And if you’ve got pee stainz ― wow!

One young man, really really heroic, was so distressed at the totally baadd fashion nonsense going down in Madchester that he set fire to Mz Selfish!

It so helped. It sooo madde everyone feel sooo better. I mean, sooo really total. Sooo!

Soo ― all you chicee riotas, get yer BBMs and let’s go mash it up!

If you can’t wait to see baadd fashion being burnt down ― click this!

Watch BoJo do the gangsta-chic riota boogie-jam-mash-up: