On March 20, 2013, Crystal Frantzen, 28, was spotted performing oral sex on 58-year-old Gary Tipton in public “in exchange for a better deal” on a Cadillac she wanted to buy from him, according to a Sullivan County, Tenn. Sheriff’s report obtained by the Smoking Gun.
Dispatchers received complaints of indecent exposure at a BP gas station parking lot in Blountville, Tennessee.
The act was allegedly taking place inside the very car that Tipton was trying to sell, according to the Times News.
When Frantzen allegedly confessed, she never specified exactly what price she was hoping to get out of the oral agreement. She apparently agreed to give Gary Tipton a blow job in hopes he would throw in some free floor mats or a spare tire.
Frantzen was charged with prostitution, while Tipton, who also was in possession of valium, was charged with patronizing a prostitute and drug possession. Both have been released on bond.
At around noon on March 20, 2013, dispatchers received complaints of indecent exposure at a BP gas station parking lot in Blountville, Tennessee. Crystal Frantzen, 28, was spotted performing oral sex on 58-year-old Gary Tipton in public “in exchange for a better deal” on a 90’s Cadillac she wanted to buy from him. The act was allegedly taking place inside the very car that Tipton was trying to sell.
When Frantzen allegedly confessed, she never specified exactly what price she was hoping to get out of the oral agreement. If the blow job would have gotten her a few new floor mats or maybe a couple hundred dollars taken off the car price, either way, she was a sucker for a good deal.
Gary Tipton was also found to be in possession of valium.
Frantzen was charged with prostitution, while Tipton was charged with patronizing a prostitute and drug possession. Both have been released on bond.
Me and my husband have been married for over 5 years and until recently I never gave him any oral sex. I’ve decided to change that. I have been reading different blogs and websites, yours being one of them, and I am trying to open my mind and experience everything with my husband. My only concern is, I have tried to swallow cum with my a previous boyfriend and I immediately threw up all over him. I know that is bad, but it wasn’t just me spitting him out, I actually threw up from the taste of it, all over his lap. After that episode I have maybe given a few more blow jobs but never let a guy finish in my mouth.
Anyway, when I met my husband he told me from the beginning he just wants me happy. I told him about my past, the good, the bad, and the embarrassing, and he immediately let me know that I would never have to do anything I was uncomfortable with. Believe it or not, he has stuck to his words. I’ve never felt any pressure from him about oral sex. The few times I came close to initiating, I got scared because too much time between us has passed and I feel embarrassed. I also don’t know when to stop giving oral without hurting his feelings. I do know that I want to give him oral sex because I love him more than anything in the world and he deserves it, but I know I will never be able to swallow his cum. Do you guys have any suggestions?
Thank you for your question. I commend your husband for respecting your wishes about not asking you to give him oral sex or swallow. If the taste of semen makes you throw up, that is just awful. I know that me swallowing has made me closer to Ryan. I yield a certain dominance over him when I tell him that no one can have his cum but me, that he better not be wasting all that precious juice. I even get pissed off at the idea of him jacking off and wasting my cum. I’ve turned my cum swallowing into a game, a game where I make all the rules.
Remember this: I know it’s not apple juice, it’s cum, I get it. But the THOUGHT of it, what it represents to ME as Ryan’s wife, makes it the most delicious thing in the world. If you have to train yourself to love it, then do so! I hate to make this comparison, but it’s like smoking a cigarette for the first time: you try it because of peer pressure or you want to impress the other cool kids. At first you don’t want to do it, but you push through it, even forcing yourself. You start gagging and coughing. It’s the worst feeling ever when it burns your throat. But you see everyone doing it and you want to fit in. So you smoke another one; same reaction. You repeat this process until finally one day, your body is used to it and needs it. Now the cool kids are hanging around you all because you have this one thing in common. Well, pretend your husband is the cool kid and you want to impress him.
Also, I commend you for trying to initiate. It shows that you are willing to do it! My suggestion would be to take baby steps. If you do initiate oral sex, squeeze his penis hard after he has an erection for a few minutes and you will notice a clear sticky drop will appear around his urethra opening. This is his froth. This is the lubrication his body naturally provides to make sure his penis can penetrate the vagina. I personally think froth is very sweet. It has its own taste and texture. I think that would be a better approach to having him shoot his load into your mouth. Don’t take a whole load at once for the first time with your husband. Just a drop or two, or a small lick off his stomach. Let it sit on your tongue for a moment. You’ll realize it’s not disgusting and certainly not poison.
Remind yourself that this is your husband’s semen, the man that you love, the man who would do anything to protect you. It’s been five years and he hasn’t even suggested you give him oral sex. He sounds like one of the patient understanding ones. Wait to see how patient and understanding he will be after you blow his socks off. Once you give him oral sex on a regular basis, and possibly even swallowing him, new doors will open and you will both benefit from your new-found sexuality. “I will never be able to swallow his cum.” Never say never.
First, thanks for reading our blog. I am glad you want to open up and try new things with your husband. 5 years is a bit long but it’s better than 10 years I suppose.
Oral sex does not have to involve any sort of “completion”. Sometimes Venice will give me oral sex just to get me erect and use her saliva to lubricate my penis for anal or vaginal intercourse. Every morning Venice wakes me up kissing on my neck, then under my arms, then each of my nipples, until finally she gets between my lap and will lick and suck on all of my sexual body parts. Sometimes she will focus on my balls, other times she will lick and suck on my penis. I never orgasm. We both know our morning time is for intimacy and enjoying each other, not to get worked up and have orgasms. It’s our way to show self control and appreciation for each other without turning kissing and closeness into pure sex.
Those are just a few examples of giving your husband the oral sex he deserves without having to taste his semen. The key here, like with most questions, is communication. Talk with your husband and let him know you feel nervous but want to give him oral sex. I promise you, he will embrace the idea. Let him know that you would prefer to give him oral as a form of foreplay, rather than a finishing act. Explain why. If he has been as patient as you say he is, I have no doubt he will totally understand. Also, if he knows oral is now something you are interested in trying, he will help initiate, taking away any of the embarrassment you may have felt before.
Now, let’s talk about the taste and idea of semen. If you think your husband’s semen gross, it will be gross. If you think his semen is the next best thing since honey, it will be honey. Whether it be the texture, the taste, the smell, or just the idea from it coming from inside another human’s body, it’s all in your mind. Let go of the childhood belief and grow into the woman he deserves. Semen should be everything but gross. That is the essence of your man, his being, his manhood, his ancestors, his past and his future, his dna, his seeds, his insides, his everything. His semen is an extension of him. Enjoy and take your man, all of him. It isn’t gross or disgusting, and it definitely shouldn’t make you puke. Free your mind and let it grow with your relationship. If a man went down on a woman and puked because her juices tasted weird to him, what would you think? It’s immature and young minded. As we grow older we learn to appreciate the finer things in life: the juices inside our partners being one of them.
Venice’s suggstions on swallowing cum:
Deepthroat. Our blog has gone into great detail about how I taste nothing, feel nothing, and smell nothing. If I am deepthroating, Ryan’s semen bypasses all my taste buds and goes straight to my stomach. For me, this is definitely neat, especially since you can feel his balls on your lips squeezing with each thrust. You can also feel his thick urethra tube at the base of his penis, where his kegel muscles are the most powerful, pushing his semen into my body. For me, the downside is I love to taste Ryan and his cum. Therefore, I enjoy letting him unload his first shot into my mouth and then slide him down my throat to enjoy the experience of his orgasm. This is the best of both worlds.
If you cannot deepthroat, try having him cum as far as he can in the back of your mouth. The goal is to get his semen past your taste buds. This may not help with the texture, but if the taste if what bothers you, this will help.
Get drunk. Most of us are just looking for a reason to lose our inhibition. That 4th or 5th shot of alcohol doesn’t taste anything like the first shot right? Well guess what, your husbands semen will taste like buttersworth syrup after a few drinks.
Use chloraseptic or some other numbing agent for sore throats. Not only does the choloraseptic have an decent flavor, but it also numbs the mouth and throat. This can help you with gagging during deepthroat, or keep you from tasting and feeling the texture of his semen. Chloraspetic can also numb the taste buds which keep you from tasting anything.
Give him oral in the morning. I’ve read that the gag reflex is the least active in the morning. Wake up, brush your teeth, give your man a blow job, swallow his load, head off to work. This lazy morning gag reflex can also help you get his penis deep in your mouth if you normally deal with a super sensitive gag reflex.
Wash down the semen with something sweet. Whether it be a coke or cold drink, wash down the semen so the after taste doesn’t make you gag or puke. Think of his semen as the alcohol and you can pick your own chaser.
Suck on a jolly rancher, tic tac, or a breath mint before oral sex. If you are skilled enough, keep the jolly rancher in your mouth while working his shaft. I know this may sound hard, which it may be, but it will definitely help with the taste.
Ask your husband to eat pineapples the night before you give him oral sex. It is rumored that pineapples make the semen taste much better. Experiment with different foods and see if it changes his semen’s flavor.
The biggest problem is your mind. I’d guarantee if you have trouble swallowing, you are the type that overthinks things. Relax, enjoy life, enjoy your man, take your mind off swallowing semen and think of something sweet. Truthfully, this is all in your mind. Grow up.
Practice by taking cum shots in the mouth without swallowing. This could be something you while taste testing his semen/food intake. The more you let him cum in your mouth the more you will get used to the texture and flavor. As you get more relaxed and comfortable, swallowing will get much easier.
Use flavored lubrication. Use honey! Although you won’t really need lubrication with oral sex, if you were to lube up your husband’s penis with flavored lubrication, like syrup or honey, the sweet flavor taste will overwhelm your tastebuds. The sticky sensation may also be amazing for his balls or anus play. Try it.
We will update this section as we think of more helpful tips in swallowing sperm.
Last night I had the greatest sex of my entire life. Ryan and I have all kinds of sex. It can be wild, spontaneous, slow, erotic, fierce, masochistic, and even planned out (because of our time schedules). Sometimes we orgasm, sometimes we don’t. Last night it was a combination of all the aforementioned and ending in great, wild sex with multiple cums on my end.
Ryan’s cock was rock hard as he lay on his back, so hard that he told me to ease up on the stroking because his skin was too tight that it felt like it could rip at any time. I loosened my grip and moved both my hands up and down the length of his shaft. I pushed his dick down between his legs so it almost touched the bed…then released. It slapped his stomach hard. This was one of those times I knew when he was ready to fuck me, I would be sore the next day. It’s happened. It doesn’t take much.
I looked down at his dick and I wanted to put my mouth around it. My entire mouth was full. I had to get his head down to the back of my throat to dip into the sloppy, wet spit that I need for lubrication. I braced myself for the hardness as I opened my throat and mouth as wide as I can to maneuver him down. I felt like a snake unhinging its jaws to swallow an ostritch egg. From a distance, it looks like I’m convulsing in a crouched position as I work his hard cock. It’s not as easy when Ryan’s dick is at its maximum length and thickness. I ease down, my chin is finally touching his balls. It rarely happens, but I gag. He makes a kegel muscle and his dick shifts in my throat over and over again. I can feel my air running out and I lift up slightly. As I do, I feel his hands on the back of my head and thighs press against my ear signaling me to stay. I submit to him and stay the extra 15 seconds. His legs part and I gasp for air. I replenish and repeat.
His dick is smooth and shiny now, ready to be guided past the growth of hair between my legs. I get on top of Ryan and slowly rub his penis over my pussy. Ryan feels the wetness between my lips that has formed from the intense deepthroating. “Oh, my God, you’re horny aren’t you?” I face him as I ride gently. I’m careful not to be too hasty, like I were dipping my toes into a swimming pool. I try to rock back and forth slowly, but the top side of his shaft is rubbing hard on the back of my vagina walls. I inch back and grind again. Still rubbing hard on the underside of my pussy AND in the back. No matter where I move to, he was too hard for me to enjoy. But Ryan knows what to do.
He tells me to get on my stomach. His cock has no trouble finding my little hole; they’re drawn to each other. He’s kind enough to pump his hips slowly at first. I moan wearily as if I’m in pain. In fact, I am. With each movement of his body, I lie in wait, waiting to see if the next movement will be a deep, hard push against my cervix. Honestly, those are the ones I crave, the ones that make my toes tingle, the ones that pinch a nerve down both my legs, the ones that send a spark from my g-spot to the backs of my knees – the ones that leave me in a delicious state of paralysis. I tell him to go deep and slow, and to hold his dick head at the very back; that is my sweet spot, the reason I love being taken from behind when he uses all his weight, his man-strength, to make me quiver from the inside out. I can tolerate the pain just enough to where I do NOT want him to stop; I want him to keep going. I continue to mumble, “Go deep and slow, go deep and slow,” and he obeys. He moves slow and methodically. Ryan knows that when he is this hard, fucking me fast and deep is too painful. If he goes fast, the pain shocks my entire body and makes me jerk in pain. I need it slow. He pushes into me with enough force to move us both off the end of the bed. I feel my nipple rings drag beneath me as my breasts are pushed flat. We reposition ourselves back to the middle of the bed. I grab the edges of the mattress and try to keep from moving again, flattening myself in order to stay put.
An hour or so passes. An hour of deep, hard, slow fucking. I am hypnotized by the intense feeling building inside my pussy. The longer he holds the push toward, the more I feel my orgasm building. Ryan knows this. Just then he finds the spot. I lift up my ass to make sure he can grind his dick as hard as he can. I tell him to keep going. He moves faster, slamming his penis into the back of me over and over. I’ve been put into a trance. Soon I hear a wet smacking sound and feel juices dripping down my ass and thighs.
Ryan confirms what I am feeling and tells me, “You squirted all over me….”
I moan and reply, “I’m sorry.”
He responds by changing his pace and slowly down, grinding deep inside my wet pussy, “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
This is a great first cum of the evening.
His rhythmic pumping slows again before he lays back down on the bed. I go straight for what’s in between his legs and suck away. I taste my juices, which Ryan describes as smelling like watermelons and apples. I rub my face in his soaked balls and clean between his thighs, under his balls near his ass, and around his thighs. I clean him off until there is no trace of me. He tells me he wants to get back inside me. I deepthroat him again and leave the sticky spit all the way down to his balls. I get back on my stomach and wait for him to slip into my body. His dick is harder than ever now. I tell him again that I want him to go deep and slow. He digs up in me like he’s shoveling snow. Once again I’m put in a state of paralysis as he pushes all his weight onto my cervix. He leans around me with his face and tells me to lick the sweat off his neck and forehead. I obey. After all, he has worked hard pleasing me and making me cum once already. As his cock gets even harder and his balls tighten up, signaling to me that he’s about to cum, I grab the sheets even tighter. Nothing we ever do comes close to the intensity of a huge strong man with his penis at it’s hardest, seconds before it cums. I scream, trying to bear the pain for just a few moments longer. He uses his dick to skewer me as my head is now off the bed from all the jarring. His cum is so intense, I can feel the the first shot shoot inside me. It’s very rare, but it has definitely happened.
Then an unusual thing happens: I cum again. My most intense cums come from when I used a Hitachi, a.k.a. “back massager.” Why? Because my clit is stimulated with such an intensity that I’ve been known to cum within seconds of it making contact with my body. My body muscles begin to tighten up as soon as I get the cum feeling; the g-spot behind my clit has been activated. Ladies, you know what I mean. The feeling cannot be stopped and we HAVE to cum otherwise we get frustrated. As soon as Ryan came in me, those same muscles that I tighten when I have a Hitachi cum were triggered. When his dick was still twitching inside of me, spewing out the last bit of cum, my body was numb. All I felt was my inner pussy muscles convulsing. I told him to keep pumping in me. This type of “hands-free” cum has only happened to me a handful of times, pun intended. I noticed that this only happens when HE is cumming in me. It’s as if HIS cum triggered MY cum. If his orgasm is short, as in he pumps just a few times, or he doesn’t press back in me long enough, I absolutely will not cum.
What a great second cum and third cum for the night. If you missed the third, that was when Ryan released himself inside me. I strongly believe my body or mouth making Ryan cum is equally as satisfying to me. I love draining his body and holding his fluids for the rest of the night. His orgasms alone satisfy me completely.
Ryan, exhausted with a sweaty body and our cum on his penis, then asks me if I want to use my toy to get a clitoral stimulated orgasm. I KNOW for a fact I’ll cum, so why not get all four kinds of cums in one night? I get my toy. Ryan lays to my side, sucks on my nipples, and starts fingering my cum filled pussy. Sometimes he will fuck me with his dick as I do this — not today. I can feel his wet dick starting to soften on my thigh. He scoops out our cum with his fingers and wipes them down my crack to my anus, then proceeds to stick a finger there in there too. Two minutes pass and he says to me, “My dick can make you cum faster than this.” Funny, because today it was true. Soon though, my toes start to curl and I can feel the jittery sensation in my pussy. He moves his fingers in my ass and pussy faster as he also swirls his tongue around my nipple. I squeeze tight around his fingers and scream out that I am going to cum. The spasms continue for another minute before finally subsiding. I feel my body pouring onto the bed as if someone turned on a faucet between my legs. Whether it was my orgasm or his huge load, my body drains as if I was having my own “cum shots.” I rest for a moment before getting up to take a shower. I look on the bed and see two dark spots where the sheet has been soaked, one where I squirted and other where my body just was.
What a great fourth cum for the night.
Although I have different ways to cum, this was the first time I had all four different types of cum feelings in one night, so I figured I would write it out for keepsake. Also, I do not want to confuse my above blog with multiple orgasms, because for me that is a bit more common. Mostly through clitoral stimulation, but that is a whole other topic for a whole other blog. Most of the time, my clitoral orgasms comes in twos, if you know what I mean.
Original Article: To me, seeing a pink, rubber anal plug is not as sexy as seeing a stainless steel one with a pink or blue diamond-esque cap. There’s nothing wrong with the pink plug – I have one myself. But when I first saw the shiny, metal anal plug, it looked regal, provoking viewers to draw their own conclusions as to what purpose such a fancy piece of metal served
Besides the aesthetic purpose, I assumed that it can also be served as a placeholder for a near future ass-fucking. The actual circumference of the the stem of the smallest plug is approximately the size of a #2 pencil. So although it’s not too wide around, it can be used to “semi-stretch” myself in preparation for anal sex. When I found out there were three sizes, I knew it had to be true. Starting with the smallest size and working your way up, all three were meant to stay put. The spade-shape is meant for your sphincter muscle to grasp around the narrowest point. Trust me, that thing is not coming out no matter how hard you push. I have to pull on it tight and my reflex is to squeeze. So there is no danger of it “accidentally coming out” when you’re walking.
When I put it on in the morning, I use a few drops of lube on the tip and swirl it around a few times before working it into my anus. I relax my muscles as I carefully slide it in until it’s nestled comfortably in my body. I alternate tightening and relaxing times in order to lubricate the stem and maneuver the plug into the perfect position. The first day I wore the smallest plug was quite comfortable. It was the outside that was slightly uncomfortable because when I moved around in my chair, the cap would pinch on my butt cheek skin. The next day I wore the second size and not only was the narrowest part slightly wider in circumference, but the entire plug itself pushed in me deeper too. I knew that I had to spend a little more time in stage 2 than I did in stage 1. Eventually it got to the point to where I’d be lying in bed and I’d ask him to go ahead and put it in me, like I’d just asked him to turn off the light.
But no matter which size I have in, there was one thing that was guaranteed: Ryan was going to get in my ass that night. Wearing it makes me feel sexy and kinky. I have a dirty little secret that only Ryan and I knew about. It reminds me of our intimacy, our open-mindedness, our love of seeking new experiences together. I never dreamt of doing, let alone enjoying, 95% of the things we do. But we grew as a couple, experiencing so many “firsts” together. I haven’t had many issues with anal sex, especially when I initiate it. Sometimes my pussy would get so wet when I’d ride him that I’d use my own juices to slide my ass down onto his dick. I would lift up, smear my wetness on the outside of my hole, and slip down smoothly onto his cock without one single tear. When Ryan sees the little jewel between my ass cheeks, he knows exactly what’s on my mind. It’s similar to a mating call and a day-long way to turn him on without touching him. I would even go as far as saying it’s more of a symbolic representation of my sexuality. Knowing that the plug is in leaves the option of ass-fucking open. Sometimes we don’t, even if I’ve been wearing it all day.
I haven’t done any research on others’ experiences, but I have made my own discoveries:
Discovery 1: It’s hard to dry off after I pee at work. It gets under the jewelry and is hard to dry. Being at work isn’t the most convenient place to care for a butt plug.
Discovery 2: There is no need to wear it the day after you have anal sex. Why? Because I’d say most dicks are wider than the jewel and for the next few days my anus will be much looser. This means, the smaller sizes can possibly come out during different situations (see discovery 3).
Discovery 3: Although your ass muscles are tight and strong, under some circumstances the plug can get pushed out. For instance, one day I raced into the bathroom after work only to find Ryan in there. With my pants already half down and my body ready to release, I knew I couldn’t make it to another bathroom in our house so I jump in the shower, squatted down, and released (yes, I peed in the shower!). I believe the force of my muscles holding and suddenly relaxing coupled with the squatting position (maybe helping to spread my cheeks) caused the plug to pop out. Surprisingly enough, I didn’t even realize it until I heard the heavy thud beneath me. This was with a smaller size and the day after having anal sex. A lot of different variables.
Discovery 4: When removing the plug make sure you have a moist wipe ready to clean it. Your anus isn’t the cleanest area on your body so don’t be grossed out if it’s a bit dirty.
I love wearing my plug. I don’t feel there are any negative outcomes, physically or otherwise, by using one even for the length of a workday. My only drawback is the limited colors and styles that are available (unlike tongue piercing barbells). This may be a good thing because I might amass an extensive collection that could require its own bathroom drawer.