Why I Love Oral Sex
I posted the below as a comment on N. Like’s blog My Dissolute Life, specifically under the post “What Do You Know About Cock Worship” It occurred to me that it was a powerful enough writing to warrant it’s own posting here as well. Enjoy.
I’ve only had a very small number of cocks I’ve been able to embrace more than once, but there’s something that happens in my head every time one has passed my lips. Immediately the hot, pulsing, throbbing piece of manhood in my mouth becomes nearly the entire focus of my being. I hyper-focus on my partner. I notice his breathing, I feel him relaxing, I notice his pulse increase and his breathing quicken and his muscles start to tense. I LOVE that power. I feed on it. I feed on his increased energy, on his need, and (if I’m lucky) on his release. When I have him in my hand and in my mouth it is by my power that he feels pleasure, and by my power that he reaches his zenith. There is a rush to be had there.
The same rush comes when I slide my lips between a woman’s legs. When my tongue parts her folds, and flicks her clit, and brings her to release after exultant release; when I feel her tense and hear her breathing quicken and her pulse races under my tongue; those are the times I feel most powerful, most vibrant, and most alive. When my tongue traces every fold, and runs laps around her hood, and flicks her in a wild frenzy, I drink in her pleasure and make it my own.
It is oral worship, to seek such pleasure and power all rolled into one? Perhaps. I’ve never thought of it that way, though. For me it’s a craving, stronger and deeper than the strongest food craving. When I want cock or pussy in my mouth, nothing else quite satisfies. And when I bring forth that release, when I unleash that guttural moan and my mouth is flooded with the climactic result of my ministrations, I will be raging hard yet already perfectly satisfied.
Stay SINful, friends.