Oral satisfaction of a man is a powerplay in micro that is proxy in so many ways for the power plays between men and women in so many other ways. Satisfaction for the man. Satisfaction, in the case of some women who *enjoy* doing it. Myself included (I honestly like the texture, the taste, the heat, i love what it represents and what I had to do to get it.. but I digress..) It is often thought of as the ultimate actu of submission; a woman bowing on her knees, her mouth ... the communicator of her mind's thoughts and desires rendered a slippery passage for mindless ejaculation... But the act is so much more. It requires her active submission; more; a participation, a performance on her part to make it all seem easy; to make him believe he is exerting his authority. Like so many situations in which a woman may direct a man thorugh gentle touch and encouragement, the illusion is complete. A man does not think, when in the throwes of the act, that he has actually put himself in harms way~ he has willingly placed himself directly between sharp teeth and utterly at the whim of she. He also is in this position because of her charitable willingness to demonstrate it for him. And then there is the seduciton of it. The slippery truth that blowjobs are not *sex* but something a little more devious, something of the human mind's creative capacity to create dirty things~ Blowjobs can delight, coerce, or even break a man's will. It is a forgone concluseion that, in the case of a woman trying to sleep with an unavailable or otherwise reluctant man, she need not press for the deed proper in her seductive activities; all she need do is bring it to the point that his penis finds its way between her slippery lips. She can even tease and be relentless on this fact; that sooner or later he is going to give in to one teensy-little bj. After that, she'll find him more available for other things. And lastly, the wicked aspects of it. The denial of it. I broke up with a 24 year old man. He was being a jerk but kept wanting to talk about it; endless psychobabble about purpose and trust and understanding. I was through. I was going to break up. I made it a point, however, to interrupt his stream of consciousness diatribes at every opportunity with the kind of head that made him literally cry with joy a couple of times. And i did it again. And again.

Til I was done with him, and I never returned any of his whimpering voice messages begging for me to come over.