Women treat us just as humanity treats it's Gods. They worship us, and are always bothering for us to do something for them - Lord Henry Henry Wotton, in Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Grey.
But I love worshiping my men, especially on my knees and with my mouth. And I never always bother them to do something for me. They are ever hinting they want to be worshipped though.
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I woke up with the strangest desire to blow him, perhaps because he had been such wonderful company the night before and I wanted to return the favour. And its a wonder what a little thing like a few seconds of blowjob can do for a guys mood, and his perspective of the world.
I sat on the edge of the bath as he shampooed and brought my mouth to his dick. Then I thought, what the hell, lets make it sexier, and I got onto my knees. And I really like that, and Im sure he did too. Theres just something so arousing because of the sense of giving that it incites, stemming from a feigned sort of submission. And having it done in the shower, when everyones nice and clean, with all that hot water and almond aroma from the soaps pouring all over you is, I swear, very, very sexy.
Size is most certainly important, because then, it fills you up and chock your full. To have it really big, and hard, and completely errect in the palm of my hand and stuffed between my lips accorded me pleasures of satisfaction that were amazingly powerful, but could not satisfy. And I felt like I wanted more and more, and could never ever have gotten enough.
And I could feel his pleasure. I really took notice of it this time, and found out why fellatio's fantastic. Because you're wholly concentrated on the other person, and your satisfaction is through his satisfaction, and that's just so unselfish. We're so seldom that, and therefore the emotion is thus a real treat.
But I love worshiping my men, especially on my knees and with my mouth. And I never always bother them to do something for me. They are ever hinting they want to be worshipped though.
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I woke up with the strangest desire to blow him, perhaps because he had been such wonderful company the night before and I wanted to return the favour. And its a wonder what a little thing like a few seconds of blowjob can do for a guys mood, and his perspective of the world.
I sat on the edge of the bath as he shampooed and brought my mouth to his dick. Then I thought, what the hell, lets make it sexier, and I got onto my knees. And I really like that, and Im sure he did too. Theres just something so arousing because of the sense of giving that it incites, stemming from a feigned sort of submission. And having it done in the shower, when everyones nice and clean, with all that hot water and almond aroma from the soaps pouring all over you is, I swear, very, very sexy.
Size is most certainly important, because then, it fills you up and chock your full. To have it really big, and hard, and completely errect in the palm of my hand and stuffed between my lips accorded me pleasures of satisfaction that were amazingly powerful, but could not satisfy. And I felt like I wanted more and more, and could never ever have gotten enough.
And I could feel his pleasure. I really took notice of it this time, and found out why fellatio's fantastic. Because you're wholly concentrated on the other person, and your satisfaction is through his satisfaction, and that's just so unselfish. We're so seldom that, and therefore the emotion is thus a real treat.
It's like you took the words out of my mouth (no pun intended).
When a girl gives me a BJ, it is usually the way you describe. I don't expect it, but when we are both in the mood, it is magical.