LV2GDWN
01-30-2003, 6:41 AM
This part covers my teens & early 20’s
(1968 – 1980)
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR - (PART 2)
I continued to pursue my need to have my
head sat on. I was more into having my
head sat on than my face. I hadn’t
discovered the smother side of it & I
didn’t care whether she sat on my face or
the side of my head. It was all good.
My sister did find out about my love of
facesitting. We got along better as
teenagers and shared a lot of thoughts.
A matter of fact, one of her best friends
was one of my earliest teen facesits.
My earliest trick I used to use was an idea
I got from watching TV. While watching
one of my favorite shows at the time
“THE MUNSTERS”, there was this part of
the show that dealt with Uncle Fester
having a headache & he relieved it by
putting his head in a vise.
I was one of those people who couldn’t
take aspirin. In the late 60’s & early 70’s,
that was about all there was, so most of
the time when I had a headache, I would
lay in bed holding my head in agony.
After watching the show, the next time
I had a headache I remembered Uncle
Fester’s solution. So I started rubbing &
squeezing my head & the pain eased up.
A light bulb went off in my head.
I always could come up with good
strategies to get what I wanted.
My con went like this;
One of my sisters friends I’ll call Connie
would be over. She had a thing for me so
we would sneak off to a different part of
the house & make out. So one day I waited
until I was alone with her & complained
about having a headache.
She asked if I wanted her to get me a
couple of aspirin. I told her about my
intolerance & continued to hold & rub my
head. She asked if there was something
she could do to help. Bingo!!!!!
I told her this story about how I read an
article in a magazine about how men in
ancient times, would have their wives
sit on the side of their heads to apply
pressure to the temples to relieve
headaches. She said, “ really a head can
support all that weight”.
I assured her the human skull is the
strongest bone in our body. Being round,
the weight is evenly distributed.
To my surprise, she said, I’m game if you
are, let’s test it out. Whoa!!
Connie was 5’ 7”, about 120 pounds with
a beautiful face & body. She would put
you in mind of Chyna from
“Sista’s Rule.com”, but with a huge Afro
hairstyle.
She was wearing the sexiest white Hot
Pants outfit you could imagine. With
matching white Go-Go boots. She
definitely had the Dallas Cowboys
Cheerleaders thing going.
I laid down on the couch and she stood
above me looking down. She said, now
you’re sure you can handle this. I’m not a
lightweight you know. I told her I would
let her know if it was too much for me.
She said, ok it’s your head.
She turned around & slowly sat down.
At first she leaned her body forward so as
not to put all her weight on me.
She sat like that for about 5 min. watching
TV, and then she stood up looked down at
me as if to see if I was still alive.
Did that do any good? She asked.
I told her it seemed to start to get better,
but there didn’t quite seem to be enough
pressure.
Well I was trying not to kill you. I assured
her I was all right, and she turned & sat
back down, but this time she sat straight
up & applied all her weight.
Is that better? I gave her the OK signal
with my hand & she leaned back & got
comfortable
Now, the advantage to me of having your
head sideways is, not only is it easy to
breathe but you also have the advantage
of admiring her thighs & legs depending
on the position. The side of your head is
smoother than your face, so her comfort
is optimized, which creates longer facesits.
I got at least 10 minutes of sitting out of
her before I told her my headache was
gone. (I didn’t want to be greedy & we
were in the den where anybody in the
house could come & bust me.)
She said “Good” & just got up & went on
about her business like she had just
washed her hands or something.
One time she came over when my sis
wasn’t home & this time I really did have
a headache. She asked me if I wanted her
to help me out again. I had to think about
it for a minute. Before it was just a ploy to
get sat on. Now I really was hurting &
didn’t know whether she would make it
better or worse.
WHAT!!!!!!!! AM I NUTS!!!!!!!!!
To hell with that, I wasn’t going to pass
on a facesit that I didn’t have to scheme
up on. NO WAY!!!!!!
I said PLEASE do, & without any
hesitation she sat right down on my
head like she’d been doing it all her life.
That was my first jeans facesit come to
think about it. I remember how rough
the felt on my face, especially when she
would shift her position. After 10 minutes
or so, I told her I felt better.
(which I really did!!)
She opened her legs & looked at me
though her thighs & said; “well I’m gonna
wait until your sister gets back, so if you
want, I can sit a little while longer to make
sure its gone for good”. I felt like I had hit
the lottery!! She gave me the sweetest
smile & closed her legs & continued to sit.
I don’t know how long she stayed seated;
by the sound on the TV, I would say a
little over half an hour more till she had to
go to the bathroom. By the time she came
out, my sister was back. So that ended that
session.
Then one day she told my sis about how
she had helped me out, Sis knew about my
fetish, so she told me to leave her friends
out of it until I was able to be honest about
my intentions. I was never confident
enough to do that, so I left her alone & sis
never busted me. Too bad though, I really
liked Connie. It seemed to me that she
might have dug it, oh well.
I was successful in using that story with
my teenaged girlfriends to get sat on &
when that didn’t work I could always get
a girl to sit on my face for oral sex. That I
could do for hours.
My first adult girlfriend loved oral sex &
after awhile she figured out what I was in
it for. She really became a great facesitter!
She would have me lay on the couch while
she went about her day cleaning, cooking
or just dancing to the music. When she
was ready to sit down to rest, read or
watch TV, she would come & just flop
down on my head. I loved it. We lived
together 7 years.
Oh, I forgot to mention that she never
wore clothes in the house, unless we had
company over. Yes my friends’ nude
facesitting & she always demanded
FACE UP! She taught me about smothering.
I think that was her turn on.
I remember one time during on of our long
sitting sessions I was sweating a little
more than usual. It was warm that day &
air conditioning wasn’t a normal thing at
that time. Only rich people had air in their
houses.
So I laid there until I really felt I needed a
towel. I tapped her thigh, which was our
signal that I needed something. Whether it
was air, bathroom, or just a stretch.
She got up, screamed & ran to the
bedroom. I didn’t know why she did that.
So I grabbed my towel & wiped my face.
What happened next terrified me for about
3 seconds. My white towel was almost
totally red. Blood was all over it.
I thought at first that we had finally gone
to far & I was injured. She would always
flop down hard. Then I realized it was her,
not me that was bleeding.
She was so embarrassed. She just knew I
was going to be grossed out & upset.
Quite the opposite, I was turned on big
time.
I finally calmed her down & told her I
wasn’t upset at all. She seemed to not be
able to comprehend why I wasn’t upset.
She wouldn’t sit on me any more that day,
But we talked about it. She had it bad as
far as thinking that a woman bleeding was
the nastiest thing on the planet. Seeing her
menstrual blood on my face was more than
she could comprehend for now.
But later on that night she started asking
me questions like, “so you really liked
that, that didn’t bother you?” I knew she
was thinking about it hard.
She loved oral sex, that’s one of the main
reasons we were together. I thought, She
must get very horny during this time of the
month. Cause that’s the only time she
pushes me away. She had to have it all the
time, But not during that week.
Then after she stopped bleeding, my face,
mouth & tongue would get a hell of a
work out. I’d have to make her come 3 or
4 times before she would even think about
taking a break. I guess that whole week of
holding back would build up to such a point
that she would just attack me.
So now she was starting to realize that she
might not have to wait. Blood is not my
thing, but I can ignore it as I’m doing what
I love, eating pussy. Lust has a way of
making it all good. As I said, I’ll eat as
long as she’s on top grinding down.
About 11:00 that night she came to me,
grabbed my hand & said come on.
She had a look on her face that I hadn’t
seen in a long time. Sexual excitement!
She was almost humming. I usually had to
work about 3 to 5 minutes to get her to this
point. She was all ready warmed up.
She gave me one last chance to back out,
but I knew at this point even if I didn’t
want to do it, (which I did) she would have
made me do it anyway.
Lay down, she said, pointing to the bed.
I did as I was told. She climbed over me &
gave me a huge kiss. Then turned around
facing my feet in the 69 position (my
favorite), then my world became a huge
pussy & ass (she's was 5' 4", about 165
pounds) descending down to cover my
face.
That was a most incredible evening!
She rode my face like she or anybody else
had ever done before. And the blood was a
natural lubricant, so she just slid all over
my face. She laughed & giggled & just
had a ball. She rode like she was sitting on
a saddle. At one point I stopped to take a
break, she wouldn’t let me up. So I laid
there & she just fucked my face until she
came. It was amazing!!!!!
(1968 – 1980)
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR - (PART 2)
I continued to pursue my need to have my
head sat on. I was more into having my
head sat on than my face. I hadn’t
discovered the smother side of it & I
didn’t care whether she sat on my face or
the side of my head. It was all good.
My sister did find out about my love of
facesitting. We got along better as
teenagers and shared a lot of thoughts.
A matter of fact, one of her best friends
was one of my earliest teen facesits.
My earliest trick I used to use was an idea
I got from watching TV. While watching
one of my favorite shows at the time
“THE MUNSTERS”, there was this part of
the show that dealt with Uncle Fester
having a headache & he relieved it by
putting his head in a vise.
I was one of those people who couldn’t
take aspirin. In the late 60’s & early 70’s,
that was about all there was, so most of
the time when I had a headache, I would
lay in bed holding my head in agony.
After watching the show, the next time
I had a headache I remembered Uncle
Fester’s solution. So I started rubbing &
squeezing my head & the pain eased up.
A light bulb went off in my head.
I always could come up with good
strategies to get what I wanted.
My con went like this;
One of my sisters friends I’ll call Connie
would be over. She had a thing for me so
we would sneak off to a different part of
the house & make out. So one day I waited
until I was alone with her & complained
about having a headache.
She asked if I wanted her to get me a
couple of aspirin. I told her about my
intolerance & continued to hold & rub my
head. She asked if there was something
she could do to help. Bingo!!!!!
I told her this story about how I read an
article in a magazine about how men in
ancient times, would have their wives
sit on the side of their heads to apply
pressure to the temples to relieve
headaches. She said, “ really a head can
support all that weight”.
I assured her the human skull is the
strongest bone in our body. Being round,
the weight is evenly distributed.
To my surprise, she said, I’m game if you
are, let’s test it out. Whoa!!
Connie was 5’ 7”, about 120 pounds with
a beautiful face & body. She would put
you in mind of Chyna from
“Sista’s Rule.com”, but with a huge Afro
hairstyle.
She was wearing the sexiest white Hot
Pants outfit you could imagine. With
matching white Go-Go boots. She
definitely had the Dallas Cowboys
Cheerleaders thing going.
I laid down on the couch and she stood
above me looking down. She said, now
you’re sure you can handle this. I’m not a
lightweight you know. I told her I would
let her know if it was too much for me.
She said, ok it’s your head.
She turned around & slowly sat down.
At first she leaned her body forward so as
not to put all her weight on me.
She sat like that for about 5 min. watching
TV, and then she stood up looked down at
me as if to see if I was still alive.
Did that do any good? She asked.
I told her it seemed to start to get better,
but there didn’t quite seem to be enough
pressure.
Well I was trying not to kill you. I assured
her I was all right, and she turned & sat
back down, but this time she sat straight
up & applied all her weight.
Is that better? I gave her the OK signal
with my hand & she leaned back & got
comfortable
Now, the advantage to me of having your
head sideways is, not only is it easy to
breathe but you also have the advantage
of admiring her thighs & legs depending
on the position. The side of your head is
smoother than your face, so her comfort
is optimized, which creates longer facesits.
I got at least 10 minutes of sitting out of
her before I told her my headache was
gone. (I didn’t want to be greedy & we
were in the den where anybody in the
house could come & bust me.)
She said “Good” & just got up & went on
about her business like she had just
washed her hands or something.
One time she came over when my sis
wasn’t home & this time I really did have
a headache. She asked me if I wanted her
to help me out again. I had to think about
it for a minute. Before it was just a ploy to
get sat on. Now I really was hurting &
didn’t know whether she would make it
better or worse.
WHAT!!!!!!!! AM I NUTS!!!!!!!!!
To hell with that, I wasn’t going to pass
on a facesit that I didn’t have to scheme
up on. NO WAY!!!!!!
I said PLEASE do, & without any
hesitation she sat right down on my
head like she’d been doing it all her life.
That was my first jeans facesit come to
think about it. I remember how rough
the felt on my face, especially when she
would shift her position. After 10 minutes
or so, I told her I felt better.
(which I really did!!)
She opened her legs & looked at me
though her thighs & said; “well I’m gonna
wait until your sister gets back, so if you
want, I can sit a little while longer to make
sure its gone for good”. I felt like I had hit
the lottery!! She gave me the sweetest
smile & closed her legs & continued to sit.
I don’t know how long she stayed seated;
by the sound on the TV, I would say a
little over half an hour more till she had to
go to the bathroom. By the time she came
out, my sister was back. So that ended that
session.
Then one day she told my sis about how
she had helped me out, Sis knew about my
fetish, so she told me to leave her friends
out of it until I was able to be honest about
my intentions. I was never confident
enough to do that, so I left her alone & sis
never busted me. Too bad though, I really
liked Connie. It seemed to me that she
might have dug it, oh well.
I was successful in using that story with
my teenaged girlfriends to get sat on &
when that didn’t work I could always get
a girl to sit on my face for oral sex. That I
could do for hours.
My first adult girlfriend loved oral sex &
after awhile she figured out what I was in
it for. She really became a great facesitter!
She would have me lay on the couch while
she went about her day cleaning, cooking
or just dancing to the music. When she
was ready to sit down to rest, read or
watch TV, she would come & just flop
down on my head. I loved it. We lived
together 7 years.
Oh, I forgot to mention that she never
wore clothes in the house, unless we had
company over. Yes my friends’ nude
facesitting & she always demanded
FACE UP! She taught me about smothering.
I think that was her turn on.
I remember one time during on of our long
sitting sessions I was sweating a little
more than usual. It was warm that day &
air conditioning wasn’t a normal thing at
that time. Only rich people had air in their
houses.
So I laid there until I really felt I needed a
towel. I tapped her thigh, which was our
signal that I needed something. Whether it
was air, bathroom, or just a stretch.
She got up, screamed & ran to the
bedroom. I didn’t know why she did that.
So I grabbed my towel & wiped my face.
What happened next terrified me for about
3 seconds. My white towel was almost
totally red. Blood was all over it.
I thought at first that we had finally gone
to far & I was injured. She would always
flop down hard. Then I realized it was her,
not me that was bleeding.
She was so embarrassed. She just knew I
was going to be grossed out & upset.
Quite the opposite, I was turned on big
time.
I finally calmed her down & told her I
wasn’t upset at all. She seemed to not be
able to comprehend why I wasn’t upset.
She wouldn’t sit on me any more that day,
But we talked about it. She had it bad as
far as thinking that a woman bleeding was
the nastiest thing on the planet. Seeing her
menstrual blood on my face was more than
she could comprehend for now.
But later on that night she started asking
me questions like, “so you really liked
that, that didn’t bother you?” I knew she
was thinking about it hard.
She loved oral sex, that’s one of the main
reasons we were together. I thought, She
must get very horny during this time of the
month. Cause that’s the only time she
pushes me away. She had to have it all the
time, But not during that week.
Then after she stopped bleeding, my face,
mouth & tongue would get a hell of a
work out. I’d have to make her come 3 or
4 times before she would even think about
taking a break. I guess that whole week of
holding back would build up to such a point
that she would just attack me.
So now she was starting to realize that she
might not have to wait. Blood is not my
thing, but I can ignore it as I’m doing what
I love, eating pussy. Lust has a way of
making it all good. As I said, I’ll eat as
long as she’s on top grinding down.
About 11:00 that night she came to me,
grabbed my hand & said come on.
She had a look on her face that I hadn’t
seen in a long time. Sexual excitement!
She was almost humming. I usually had to
work about 3 to 5 minutes to get her to this
point. She was all ready warmed up.
She gave me one last chance to back out,
but I knew at this point even if I didn’t
want to do it, (which I did) she would have
made me do it anyway.
Lay down, she said, pointing to the bed.
I did as I was told. She climbed over me &
gave me a huge kiss. Then turned around
facing my feet in the 69 position (my
favorite), then my world became a huge
pussy & ass (she's was 5' 4", about 165
pounds) descending down to cover my
face.
That was a most incredible evening!
She rode my face like she or anybody else
had ever done before. And the blood was a
natural lubricant, so she just slid all over
my face. She laughed & giggled & just
had a ball. She rode like she was sitting on
a saddle. At one point I stopped to take a
break, she wouldn’t let me up. So I laid
there & she just fucked my face until she
came. It was amazing!!!!!