I’m not going to give head if I’m sick, or angry, or grumpy, or if I just don’t fucking feel like it. Lest you’re sitting there with your mouth agape thinking there’s no way in hell you’d ever suck a dick with such frequency, let me reiterate: it’s completely voluntary, and there are times when I don’t do it. Related: Stormy Daniels Shares Porn-Watching Tips For Moms Because, Duh, Moms Like Porn Not really much different than when I dole out multivitamins at dinner, I’d say. In addition, studies have shown that frequent ejaculation can help lower the risk of prostate cancer, so it’s also good for his health. And harmonious parents make for a happy family, so my whole household benefits (indirectly, obvs). You’d be surprised how easy it is to live with a man who gets his knob polished on the regular … just sayin’. This little kindness has a domino effect. It’s just that in my case, one of those things happens to be fellatio. Doing something nice for the person you love, something to make their day a little better, can involve anything.
Surprise them with a cup of coffee or grab a 6-pack of their favorite beer just because you’re thinking of them. Put an umbrella by the door on a rainy morning. If your partner’s love language is sandwiches, then switch out the BJ for a PB&J. This concept doesn’t have to mean a blowjob, of course. (Unless you’re using your teeth or something, in which case, find yourself a good tutorial.) And if I can take five easy minutes out of my day to give my partner a gift that he loves – nay, adores – why wouldn’t I? If you’ve ever had a penis in your mouth, especially when you’re with a long-term partner, you know that it’s usually a fairly quick process. I give my husband blowjobs because he loves them, and I love him. It’s just this revolutionary idea that I enjoy making him happy, and a blowjob is a surefire way to do it. Not because I’m trying to coerce or bribe him into rewarding me somehow it’s not like he leaves $50 on the nightstand afterward. Not because I feel like they’re my “wifely duty” by any stretch of the imagination, or something I owe to him because he’s the primary breadwinner or some equally stupid and archaic school of thought. In fact, he knows if he ever came up to me and expectantly waggled his dick in my face, I’d tell him just where he could stick it … and it wouldn’t be anywhere pleasant, trust me. Now, before you click furiously away in a fit of rage, let me explain the most important factor in this, in all caps so you know I’m serious: HE DOES NOT, NOR WOULD HE EVER, EXPECT THIS. In my house, a blowjob is a near-daily occurrence.