No Talking Head

As we drove back from the internet marketing seminar, Softboy and I were talking… as we are wont to do.

He said he has never had such intimate conversations in such a matter of fact way with anyone but me. Things which most people never speak about and there I am chatting away as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Which, to me, it should be.

And then, suddenly, there was a revelation that completely stopped me in my tracks.

‘No one has ever gone down and given me head.’

I was totally stunned. He’s a lovely guy and I know, from talking with him, that he has studied the female body very carefully. He can explain and discuss so many things about a woman’s anatomy that it is patently obvious that, when he goes down there, you are pretty much guaranteed to have a nice time.

The idea that not one of his female partners had ever returned the favour?

It made me want to leap over there and sort him out myself… except that I knew he would not want that.

Having been something of a lad in his wild past, sex has now become an extension of love and he doesn’t want to be fiddling around without it being a crucial part of the relationship.

So I asked him how he felt about the fact that he had never been fellated and why there had been no talking head discussions. More to the point, why had he never just pushed her head down there? That’s what most other blokes would have done!

‘I go down on her because I love to do it. I wanted a woman who felt that I was worthy of receiving the same consideration.’ To try to force her head in that direction was clearly anathema to him. And there were no talking head requests either.

This is a man who will wrap a woman up in him and just love her. Help her with anything that is troubling her, perform the most intimate services and extol her beauty and fabulousness to anyone who will listen.

And yet, not one of those women had returned the favour even once.

Shame on them.