Today.

I slept in. Got woken up from what I know was an awesome hawt dream to a booming voice asking why I was still asleep dammit! Jumped out of bed to find kiddo (should have been leaving for school) to stumble out and find him in his pj’s watching cartoons. My bad. Breakfast and uniform sorted in 15 mins flat. Shoved him out the door happy and proceeded to hunt down coffee.

Then. Walked down to the bank. It rained. I had no umbrella. I got wet. And no not the ‘fun’ wet.

Joy.

Got home. Made coffee and decided cold pizza was brunch. Dropped pizza chunk in coffee.

Fuuuuuuck.

The day got relatively better after that but it was way beyond lunchtime before I started drawing for the day.

I swear I am soooo not a morning person.

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit.

Love hurts.

Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous.

How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel?

Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters.

Pain is a feeling.

Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality.

You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

~Jim Morrison

I fucking love pain. I feel alive.

So Jack’s Blowjob Lessons….

I’m struggling on how exactly to write this because Jack’s attitude shines through in his writing and I know personally that if you are slightly feminist it will make you seethe and cringe with horror in the way it’s presented. He is unapologetically a jerk. A jerk that defines a good relationship by the skill of your blow job giving skills. The information contained in the actual book is designed to give you just that … all the pointers, tips and techniques required to satisfy any guy that wants his cock in your mouth.

So what does this ebook of 160 pages give you exactly?

The Foreplay and the atmosphere The foreplay and the ambiance of a great blowjob are the next topic of discussion and he likens it to creating that pornstar atmosphere.

Blowjob Positions which is basically about how you place yourself so the guy gets a huge kick out of all of you not just your face.

Blowjob Techniques a whole 22 of them and some I can see having merit, from simple to a little more complex

How To Deepthroat like a Pornstar (Deepthroating)  a whole chapter written by Jacks friend Tanya J who is a former pornstar (yes, a real one!) She talks about getting over the gag reflex and many more of her own tricks and industry secrets.

Top blowjob locations 
How to Talk Dirty

End Game – Spitting & Swallowing

Problems & STD’s

It’s full of great stuff . The writing style isn’t fantastic, it’s okay but easily readable. If however … you can get past the way he writes. In a sense it’s like a Dominant male in your bedroom directing you as bluntly as he can on what you need to be doing. It will get results.

Can I get my money back if it turns out I don’t like it after all? Yes you can. This product is covered by a 60-day no quibble money-back guarantee through the payment processor (Clickbank).

Who shouldn’t read this book? Anyone who can’t stand sexist wankers. He doesn’t hide it. Srsly. If you are easily offened or get butthurts easily don’t read it.

Who should read this book? Anyone who wants to suck dick like a pr0n star but doesn’t want to go through sucking off a bunch’o'tards to get there.

I’m quite glad I’ll have this little doozy in my files and I’ll even happily use the info to practice on the next cock that comes my way

Thanks Jack you cheeky bastard. x

Every now and then an urge almost like some dark, distant echo would grasp at her cunt.
The feeling would overwhelm her.
For what felt like an eternity was only a brief instant, a pang.
A moment in time where she would feel that pure lust.
A need to fuck.
Nothing more nothing less just a primal instinct and something that sparked the hunger she felt.
And then it was gone as quickly as it had rose up and assaulted her inner most being.
Nothingness.
All that was left was an emptiness.
Hollow.
And then her mind would begin to stray.
A kind of quiet sadness for what was lost.
The ghosts of lovers surfaced in her memories.
Some, quashed as quickly as they appeared in her mind.
Others haunt her.
Lingering.
Voices whispering to her, beckoning.
She remembers.
She sighs.
Surrendering to her mind her hand strays…
Memories of lust, desire and love.
And in the darkness that dark and distant echo returns and she sates her hollow mind.
She bids adieu in an exhausted heap to the ghosts of past.
Quelling the caged heart.

I have a set of Druid Cards I use on occasion.
Right now I have a black raven staring at me.
Smiles.