Christmas In July

One of my favorite gifts to give at Christmas would have to be books. If you know what somebody is into, you can find a book about it. So its a very personal gift because it says to the reciever "I know you dig this, because I know you, because I love you." At least I hope that sentiment is communicated when I give someone a book.

To personalize it ever further, I always write something in the book. A unique message to the person I bought it for. I love doing that, and I've heard from people that its very much appreciated, and it makes the gift more special. That warms my heart.

I want to share some of those gifts and writings, but I've blocked out the names of the recipients in case they want to remain anonymous. Except for my mom. I know she's okay with it.

Jane

        When I was eighteen, there was a lifeguard at our association beach named Jane. I had just graduated high school, and I think she was in her second or third year of college. Although just a couple of years older than me, she was much more worldly. More mature. She was a woman, while I was, in many ways, still a boy. I hadn’t had sex yet, and I’m sure she had. That alone put her in a different league.
        Despite this gap between us, we liked each other. We even flirted. She would tell me that she dug my “long, curly rock ‘n’ roll hair”, my “beautiful green eyes”, and my “nice physique”. I in turn spent plenty of time ogling her lengthy blonde mane, her pretty face, and her smokin’, athletic, bikini-clad body. She was a singer in a band, and I was a drummer, so we would occasionally talk music. She was a lifeguard at our beach for two summers. And then I never saw her again.
        At eighteen, I was just coming into my own. My senior year of high school had seen me explode out of my shell and onto the world in a blaze of adolescent glory. I hadn’t even kissed a girl, I mean really kissed a girl, until I was seventeen, just a year before. But between then and my eighteenth summer, I had been on lots of dates, kissed my share of girls, been to three proms, and even made it to third base quite a few times. Sex still eluded me, but frankly, I was in no hurry. Because I was still scared of it.
        At that point in my life, sex didn’t seem like just the next step after putting my hands down a girl’s pants; it seemed like a quantum leap into the unknown. The progression from kissing to heavy petting didn’t intimidate me. Maybe because it all felt so natural. Kissing, fondling, groping, and using my hands and mouth to explore the wonderfulness of a woman was always fun for me. I was eager to do it as often as I could. After all, I had been using my mouth and my hands my whole life, and I was pretty good at it. I could do lots of neat things with my hands and mouth; speak, eat, whistle, drum, punch, make things. Using them to love a woman seemed like just another artful skill that I could master.
        But using my dick? I had never used that on anything. Or anybody. Sure, I had learned how to pleasure myself when I was six, and, like most red blooded boys, had been practicing that art ever since. I knew exactly what I liked. But having to use my member on a woman to make her feel good (and achieve my own lift off) was a whole different story.
        So here I was, having exploded out of my shell not too long before, and I’m flirting with this older, worldly, totally hot blonde lifeguard. Even though I was still pretty naive, I could tell she liked me. But there were two things that stood in my way of ever getting it on with her; the fact that I had a girlfriend who lived next door to me, in the same association as where the lifeguard was; and, more importantly, the fact that I didn’t have a clue how to make a move on this woman who intimidated me.
        Even though I had come out of my shell, I certainly didn’t yet have a lot of confidence with women. This was all still pretty new to me. I blossomed rather late. I had wanted to hug and kiss and fondle and squeeze girls since I was probably twelve or so, but I had been denied that pleasure until I was seventeen. And even then, until about the time I turned eighteen that February, it had only been with one girl.
        In the spring of my senior year of high school, though, I was hooking up all the time. And here’s where years of frustration, years of wanting but not having, helped me. Because I had yearned but been denied female company for so long, when I got it, I had a different attitude than most boys my age. While most dudes were rushing to get the girl’s pants off, I was very happy just to kiss, touch, rub, grind, explore, and generally take whatever was being offered. I wasn’t overly aggressive, and girls liked that. So our encounters were generally wonderful and rarely awkward. They were fun, erotic, tender, steamy, passionate, relatively innocent; not simply a race to get inside of her.
        I’ve carried that attitude of acceptance and genuine appreciation for female companionship with me ever since, and its served me well. Even today, I’m never in a rush to have sex. I love foreplay. All those years of not having sex and instead spending my time exploring the female form have made me a better lover. When I finally got with someone, I paid attention. I was present. In the moment. Fully engaged in what I was doing. Like working for something for a long time, delaying the gratification for years, when it finally starts happening, your attitude is different than if it came easy and right away.
        This is a great example of how pain and frustration and a certain amount of suffering can shape one’s character for the better. It certainly did for me. I honestly love just being next to a woman I like. Rubbing against her. Feeling her soft skin against mine. Hearing her breathe heavier and heavier. Inhaling her unique scent with every breath I take. Exploring the delicious lines of her body and face. Trying different things and seeing what and how she responds. Whispering in her ear. Listening to what her voice sounds like when she slightly gasps or lightly moans. Letting her get to know me and what I like, and vise-versa. It’s all good. It’s all beautiful. And I could do it for hours at a time or weeks on end without worrying about when we’re going to “do it”. That’s what not getting it for years did for me.
        I wouldn’t change any of that. But I can still say, man, it would have been a gas to be with Jane. I could tell she was wild. There were all sorts of rumors around the beach about what a party girl she was. Lots of the older women who hung out at the beach all day didn’t like her. Back then, I couldn’t figure out why. She was nice to everybody. Years later, I knew it was just jealousy. I would have loved to have been part of a scandal back then.
        This is one of those scenarios that would definitely qualify as a “Do Over” if science ever allows us to reconstruct reality to our whims and relive an experience through virtual reality or some other mind boggling technology with no consequences to the present. There’s still a piece of me that would love to go back and have the experience of having sweet Jane lead me to manhood by schooling me in the ways of sex like a teacher does a prized pupil. She could have showed me the ropes. Literally. Actually, if I grew up quick enough and truly expressed what I liked, maybe I would have showed the ropes to her first. Literally.
        Of course, that’s the fantasy. She could just as easily have used me and broken my heart into a million pieces. Or maybe she was really kinky, and....wait, I can’t think of anything bad about that. Anyway, the point is who knows? As a “What If” game to play in my own head, it’s fun to do. Anything further than that, and I’m spinning into places I don’t want to go.
        Around this same time, the tune “Jane” by Jefferson Starship was very popular. It was, and remains, one of my favorite songs. Whenever I heard it, I would think of her. Even today, almost thirty years later, that song brings up images of the blonde lifeguard on my beach who almost became “my first”. There’s something sweet and innocent about that, and it will never leave me. So the song will always have a special place inside. And so will she.


©2009 Clint Piatelli. All Rights (and a naughty bikini wearing blonde full of Wrongs) Reserved.

KissBitSu ®

        There’s a move I’ve developed that I’d like to share. It can be done by a man or a woman. It may take some time to get the hang of, but I can assure you that neither you nor your partner will mind the practice.
        The move is best performed when the other person doesn’t expect it. It usually works better in the summer than in the colder months. It takes some skill, but nothing that anybody can’t master. The move requires a sensitive feel, a firm but loving touch, a good deal of passion and playfulness, and just a dab of lust.
        I call it the KissBitSu. It’s one part kiss, one part bite, one part suck. It’s all done more or less at once, in a single fluid motion, often repeatedly, on your lover’s neck. And it’s best performed from behind, when they don’t expect it.
        The reason it works better in the summer is because a large part of the neck and shoulder area need to be exposed and available. That happens much less here in New England in winter, at least in public. I forgot to mention that it’s usually more fun when done in public, only because of the element of surprise. But it works just dandy if the two of you are alone and the other is caught off guard.
        Wait for your partner to be alone and appear relaxed. If you’re really ballsy, you can forgo this requirement and do this right in the middle of a conversation they’re having. But the drawback is that they may have to mitigate their response. That’s why I prefer the person to be momentarily alone. They’re not engaged in any activity, except thought, so once you make your move, they’re more likely to give you their full attention. Try it both ways and see what works. Maybe both will work for different reasons.
        Come up behind her (or him) and firmly grasp their exposed shoulders from the side, not the top. As you grab them, squeeze their shoulder blades together gently as you make a rubbing, circular motion with your hands. The grip must be firm, like you’ve caught them in a game of hide and seek, and they feel they couldn’t get away without some effort. But be gentle as well, because this is an act of love. Somewhat aggressive love perhaps, but love nonetheless.
        Once you’ve established this tender but forceful grip, caress, and squeeze, you can go in for the kill. So to speak.
        If you’re a guy, the chances are, you’re taller than your woman. This gives you a nice angle of approach (if you’re a woman, or are shorter than your partner, wear shoes and stand on tip toe to get your mouth at least as high as your partner’s neck). Target the area of her neck where it starts to sweep into her shoulder. For you anatomy buffs, the muscle you’re actually shooting for is the trapezius, or possibly the sternocleidomastodeus. Along those lines, when you grab the shoulders, the muscles you’re going for are the medial deltoids. But let’s not get hung up on technicalities.
        Once you’re targeting system has locked on (and this may take several attempts to hit a bulls-eye), you may commence the KissBitSu. Open your mouth and expose your teeth, kind of like a vampire. Drive your mouth gently but forcefully into the targeted area, allowing your teeth, your lips, and your tongue to all make contact with her skin at the same time. Then softly bite her neck and allow your lips to simultaneously rub against her (Note: This doesn’t work with a dry mouth. Your mouth must be well oiled prior to commencing KissBitSu. Lubricate sufficiently with water - not alcohol, because you want her to smell you, not vodka). At the same time, brush your tongue against her as well, and gently suck that moist patch of skin so that it makes a little noise.
        Getting comfortable with doing all this at once may take some practice. Don’t be disappointed if the first time you do it, it doesn’t quite come off the way you want it to. Practice this move while the two of you are alone. But never let on that you’re practicing this move to one day surprise her in public with it. If you do it enough when you’re alone and you’re paying attention, the first time you surprise her with it in public, you’ll both achieve lift off.
        The KissBitSu is one coherent action that encompasses several motions happening at once, kind of like your mouth multi-tasking. While you’re doing all this, don’t forget to inhale deeply. Get a healthy whiff of her luscious scent. That never fails to amp up the pheromones, the libido, and the overall lust factor. All critical behind the scenes motivators of a proper KissBitSu.
        I recommend you perform this action several times in rapid succession, followed by either whispering something very naughty in her ear or growling (as I describe in the post “Growl”). Don’t overlook the audio element. You’re deliciously close to her ears. Take full advantage of that.
        At the very least, she’ll be pleasantly startled, and maybe eek out a giggle or a little shriek. Always fun to partake in, for both of you, especially in public. But if you get really good at this, you may achieve something even better.
        Not everybody has this, but some of us do. It’s a certain place in the neck area called the “Bulls-eye”. If you hit it directly, and with proper technique, it instantly makes your lover involuntarily weak in the knees, lightheaded, and generally a complete mess (in a good way). You can get her eyes to roll back into her head and her head to tilt back, as though she suddenly has a neck made of rubber. If you know where this spot on her is, you can accomplish this response with a simple but passionate kiss. With the KissBitSu, however, you’re doing something a little different, and often times more effective. Bringing your teeth into the equation and employing a gentle sucking motion makes a big difference, because of the pressure you can apply. You simply can’t get that kind of action with a kiss. Sometimes the extra pressure and unique sensation of the KissBitSu is just what you need to put her right over the edge.
        But again, everyone is different. Experiment. Use this procedure as a guideline or a template. Come up with your own move, your own sequence, your own name. Then tell me about it. I love to learn.


©2009 Clint Piatelli. All Rights (and a deliciously exposed neck full of Wrongs) Reserved.