I looove this funny ( and wonderful) article below by sex columnist Dorothy Black. My favorite paragraph? The last one:

"Truth is, we should all be getting down a little more regularly with a little more zeal. More head means happier people; happier people mean a better world for all. It’s practically your civil duty. "

Here is an excerpt of the article, named "In favour of fellatio":

There’s this really awesome (shallow and patronising) joke I absolutely love. It’s one of the few I remember, probably because I regard it as near fact. It goes like this:

Question: Why are men similar to floor tiles?

Answer: If you lay them properly once you can walk over them for the rest of your life.

Ha ha ha.

Seriously though. Near fact. If you’re one of those women who have grown up believing that the way to a man’s heart is through his tummy, I’m going to hazard a guess that you’re also one of those women who have never experienced the power of giving great head.

See, in my experience, while the way to a man’s heart might be through a whole lot of lovely things like feelings and cookies, the way is made substantially shorter via regular, mind-blowing blow jobs.

‘Cos men are simple folk that way. (Actually, so are women; give your partner some good, good loving and make her feel like a goddess and she’s yours 100%.)

I was a late bloomer to the whole sex thing and my first bj at the age of 17 was a miserable attempt forced on me by a nasty little man with a vivid imagination of mutual attraction. It should’ve been enough to put me off the whole thing entirely.

But I’m too curious to let sleeping peens lie.

So, after a few enlightening experiences of gross (no cheese, please), WTF?! (not so much on you shoving my face repeatedly into your crotch), lock-jaw (good bj does not equal piston-heading) and #FAIL (there is no shame in no orgasm), I finally got the hang of head. more

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