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Foreplay For Dummies

drhead — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 00:06:33 +0000

Few things on this planet get me more excited than a mouthful of pussy… on second thought, nothing does. It’s like an orally-operated remote control. So many buttons to push! And, oh the visuals. Just the thought of my eyes peering over her stomach, between her breasts, at her head tilted back as she writhes in ecstasy, is enough to make me bust a zipper. Or that luscious ass of hers hovering over my eyes as she presses herself into my mouth, grinding against my face, smothering me, covering me in her sweet nectar… God I love it!
“Fuck my face baby. Use my mouth to make you cum. I wanna taste you… drink you.”

But, just a little 411 for the guys out there:
While most of us would have no issue with a woman, cutting straight to the chase, and without warning, unzipping our flies and giving us head… women are different creatures.

We hear “foreplay” all the time, and like the word “God,” we all have our own idea of what it means. But unlike “God,” few people talk about it, or try to explain it. If anything, guys will ask other guys to explain what women want. That’s sorta like asking the zit-faced kid at your local McDonald’s, how to prepare a steak dinner. The odds are most likely not in your favor. Well, let’s just say, I’ve cooked quite a few amazing steaks in my time.

So… I hope you guys are taking notes.
While dancing fingers and tongues on her naughty bits may get those juices flowing, it’s not always the most effective way to get the action and explosions we love watching and being a part of.

Wanna rock her world? How about slowing down and making eye contact? I mean, looking into her eyes like you are peering into her soul. Connect with her. Not to imply that this be just a performance, but imagine for a minute, that you are an actor in a passionate sex scene. How do you convince the audience? By pouring yourself into the part, becoming the character. “Become” her. Imagine you are a part of her. Sensually caressing her, sliding your hands up and down her body (no, not there, not yet). Kiss her everywhere… lips, neck, shoulders, wrists, sides, tummy, (not yet), hips, legs, ankles… you know, everywhere but there. Tease her. We’re not in a race here guys. There’s plenty of time… use it. Get her so excited, so turned on, so out-of-her-mind that she wants to grab you by your fucking ears and shove your face between her thighs!

Another tidbit guys (and gals), joints are where the money’s at! All those bendy places are erogenous jackpots!

Now she’s ready, but don’t go for the gold just yet. Continue… slow… gentle. Glide your tongue softly down those delicate creases where her thighs meet her sweet little paradise. Now slide your mouth across the surface of her puss, as she feels the warmth of your breath against her… slide your tongue into her… gently. Now do your thing stud! BINGO!

Contrary to popular belief, orgasms are not all created equal. Orgasms are like sweets. You can give her a quick cookie… or… take her to The Cheesecake Factory! Orgasms are energy releases. The more you energize her; the bigger the release.

Bottom line dudes… pay attention to her communication with you. I’m not talking about words here guys. I mean body language… every twitch, every sigh, every moan… all of it. Let her guide you. Then, take her!

Trust me… when she’s done trembling… she’ll thank you.

The Godly One

drhead — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 20:59:39 +0000

You stand there,
Pious twisted face,
Separate from,
The human race,
Self proclaimed,
Righteous one,
Looking down,
On those you shun.
But I see through you,
“Holy” child,
I see the sadness,
In that smile,
I see the longing,
In those eyes,
I hear your painful,
Muted cries,
For something,
That can fill the hole,
To feel it deep,
Inside your soul,
You are afraid,
But I am here,
Walk away,
Release your fear,
Step into,
This Holy light,
And I will feast,
On you tonight,
Suck the sin,
From those lips,
Bow down between,
Your sacred hips,
Drink the nectar,
From your vine,
Experiencing,
The Divine,
Free now,
From the sick façade,
I promise,
I will show you God.

From The Shadows

drhead — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 20:52:27 +0000

I am myself,
All I can be,
Nothing to ponder,
No more to see,
I like what I like,
I need not explain,
Not here to satisfy,
The rants of your brain,
You spew your judgments,
Your religious jargon,
You can buy it,
I don’t see the bargain,
Made in “God’s” image?
That bullshit you speak,
Well if that is true,
Then “God” is a freak,
My body, His church,
My penis, His priest,
Shall I feel guilty?
Not in the least,
Your morals are yours,
You choose to accept them,
I choose to be free,
And use this erection,
This tongue and these fingers,
To satisfy any,
Who choose to be saved,
And oh there are many,
We crawl from the shadows,
From under your laws,
We break from your clutches,
And scriptural claws,
We want our lives,
To finally begin,
We want to experience,
This so-called “sin,”
And peeling the “faith,”
That covered my eyes,
I slowly began,
To realize,
There is no proof,
“That” god exists,
Up in Heaven,
Shaking fists,
Angry, dismayed,
Sickened, shocked,
By where I choose,
To stick this cock.

Who Is Dr. Head?

drhead — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 20:15:37 +0000

If I still believed everything I was taught, as a kid, in that fanatical religious cult… there would be no “Dr. Head.”

You’d instead find my sexually frustrated body standing on your front porch, chattering off some bullshit about the end of the world and why God hates everything fun. Heaven forbid you should ask me about such unnatural sexual depravity as masturbation, oral or anal sex! And Holy Christ Almighty, don’t get me started on homosexuality! Why, these disgusting acts would surely fill God with such rage that, like some Holy Superhero, he’d start throwing fireballs from the very heavens to squash us all like the filthy little sex-bugs we are!

Later that evening I would go home to my submissive wife and describe the excitement of my day… how I survived another perilous day in Satan’s world… how I had climbed dangerous porches… and saved many lost sheep. That would, of course, get her so turned on that she would grab me by my perfect tie, and drag my insecure, prude ass into the bedroom, where we would have the most incredible, pure and holy, missionary sex EVER!

But alas, I no longer have those beliefs. I no longer live that life.

I know what you must be wondering… How did such a good, holy sheep of The Lord become this sexual deviant, Dr. Head? Did some nuclear-fuck-spider bite him? Did he fall into a giant vat of toxic wake-the-fuck-up juice?

Actually it was a series of events that happened over the course of my sexually starved life in the Land of God. After multiple break-ups, divorces, my children’s mother getting hooked on drugs… I just finally hit bottom. From my low-of-lows I looked up and realized that all of those moral values… all that religious bullshit… had gotten me nowhere.

So, for the first time in my life, I started questioning and tearing apart every belief in my head. I went into a fix-myself frenzy, attending life success seminars, spiritual retreats and reading every fucking self-help book I could stomach. Seven years I spent on that mission. Wanting more than anything to become someone different… someone spiritually and sexually free. No more judgment. No more guilt. No more giving a shit what someone else thinks I should or shouldn’t do with my own body. Mission accomplished.

Now… fighting a never-ending battle, for sexual equality, fulfillment, and experimentation… I stand naked before you, ready and willing to experience all this kinky world has to offer.

Bring it on!

~ Dr. Head ~