Oral Fixation

I would give anything to put my mouth on His cock right now. For someone who spent 10 years convinced I didn’t like giving blowjobs, sucking cock, “going down” on someone, whatever, I have an insane oral fixation right now.

I want to feel His hands in my hair, forcing me to take more of Him. I want to feel the soft skin of His cock, the ridgy veins threading across His steely shaft. I want to choke on Him, tears streaming down my face. I want to feel His silky smoothness against my tongue. I want wet heat to surround His cock, making Him harder than before. I want my mouth, my face slammed onto His dick until I can’t breathe, until I don’t think I can take anymore. Just as I’m about to struggle against the onslaught, I want Him to cum, pouring His seed down my throat, forcing me to take everything He gives.

And then, once I’ve swallowed His delicious cum, I want to clean Him with my tongue, lovingly laving His cock, licking away the proof of His release. After I clean Him thoroughly, I want to lay my head so that His cock rests against my cheek, allowing Him to recover until He’s ready to fuck my mouth again.