There was strife between us this week, he and I. I hate strife under any circumstances. It’s unbearable when it’s with him, and I was the cause of it.
I will see him in eight days. I don’t know if we will make love, but I told him I wanted, at the very least, a kiss. He promised I could have that much.
But he doesn’t realize that I will not settle for just a kiss.
The next time I see him, I will give him a reason to crave me.
After I receive my kiss – and yes, I will require that he kiss me – I will trail my hands down his body, until I find his cock. I will rub and knead him, feeling him enlarge beneath my hand. I will step back, look him in the eyes, and lower to my knees in front of him. My eyes will never leave his face. My mouth and teeth will taste him through his clothing.
I will release his cock from his shorts, until all of him is free for my ministrations. I will gently cup his balls in one hand, lightly rubbing, gently moving them in my hands. My other hand will grasp his length and stroke him, firmly, up and down. My mouth will cover his head. I will lick the head of cock, nibble it, suck on it. I will run my tongue from the tip to his balls. I will take as much of him in my mouth as I can. My teeth will lightly, gently graze his shaft, until I feel him tremble.
I will take his balls gently in my mouth, and suck, lick, lap them. I will look up at him and watch his face, his eyes. I will witness his arousal. He will see the knowing glint in my eyes.
My tongue will swirl around his head, down his shaft, and back up again, over and over. I will suck and suck, firmly, taking him deeper in my mouth and down my throat. I will not stop until he comes in my mouth, until I can finally taste him.
I want him to shoot his come down my throat, making me choke on his essence. I want him to grab my hair and shove his cock further down my throat. I want to hear him cry out as he comes for me.
Once we have both recovered, I will kiss him and dare him to deny me more than that.