There are men I'm drawn to.
Like a moth to a flame. And as an ever eclectic being, there are various reasons why I may find myself beguiled by a man. But there's this one man with whom I have not quite as common a dependency.
I love our fellatio chemistry.
When I suck him off, there's no one else in the world. His shaft, built for my mouth. His head, built for my throat. His hands strong but tender caressing my face, tangled in my hair as he slowly grinds himself into my salivating mouth. No one exists but us. I've never felt as though I was making love to someone via head, but I think calling it anything other than throat love is a disrespect & severe understatement. Years of sneaking off with one another. When either is coupled up, play hooky while the spouse goes to work while we put in some work of our own.
I put in overtime... put it in overdrive.
The set up: I text him a nude flick, he replies "When?" Time & date are disclosed & not another word exchanged until we meet. Hop in the ride, blasting NY shit, the vibrations make my body tingle. Small talk, & catching up during his brief stops along the way to pick up a dutch or 2, Some snacks, something to drink. We arrive at the destination. More chatter & some genuine laughs. I pick a flick to play in the background. We both know no one will be watching it. I sit on the bed watching him roll up some of the stickiest, most powerful green. He completes the task. Props a few pillows & lies back on the bed as though satisfied with himself.
Sparks up.
He pulls 3, offers to me.
I don't smoke usually. Only for him. It's sort of a ritual. & as an added bonus, it suppresses my gag reflex.
The smoke has already filled the room it seems. The O's he's blown provocatively dance towards me. Daring me to deny it's sweetness. The aggressive aroma enhancing it's provocation. I accept it.
I draw in deep into my lungs.
Hold.
Pull more.
Hold.
Close my eyes & let it have it's way with me. Exhale Sloooooooooowly through my nose.
Repeat.
Cough. I can't help it. I don't do it frequently enough to avoid it.
Pass it back.
He cradles & briefly caresses my breast. I realize I'm high already. My sense of touch is heightened. When next he extends his hand to say that Mary Jane has summoned me once again, I comply taking my final two pulls. This time when I return it, the smoke beckons me towards him like a finger propositioning me with a come hither motion.
That tree has me on fast forward. I'm on my knees without realizing it. Watching him smoking always turns me on. My mouth begins to water, overpowering any attempts at cottonmouth that weed commonly provides. He's stroking himself, slow & steady. Not an ounce of eagerness displayed.
He inhales, speaks with the shortened breath you have left when your lungs are filled with smoke, "Take off your shirt." Exhales.
I respond by acting in accordance with his orders. While I remove my shirt, & free my breasts from my bra, he's stripped to nothing. He's surprisingly swift, & i can sense his yearning, but still...never overzealous. He's never one to appear out of control until it's slipped away in moments like the ones just before us. He's smoking again, but this time when I receive the come hither motion, it's from him. I crawl across the bed to him. Reveal my will to submit. He grabs a handful of breast in one hand. Squeezes it a few times then lets go. With his other hand holds firmly to his manhood at the base as an invitation.
It IS a sight to behold. I lick my lips. My chest heaving in anticipation.
I'm ready.
I spring into action. A soft kiss on the tip as a way of reacquainting ourselves. Then I begin suckling the head to get the blood flow juuuusssttt right. Next, long slow licks up and down the shaft. Gotta make sure it's wet from top to bottom - or in this case tip to bottom. Coat the head in saliva so when I remove my mouth to give the balls some attention & have to use my hand as a replacement, the friction won't be dry. I make the tip of my tongue hard & guide it along the line that separates the sac. Then I suck one into my mouth, then the other. Alternate, then both. All while jerking the dick. I do my signature move & hold both balls in my mouth & suck in air causing a vibration. I momentarily release them into my hands. I caress them while shifting my attention back to Mr. Johnson. Mixing up different styles of whatever inspires me from deep throating to swirls to holding it in my cheek then back to the balls. Vibrate.
Back to the shaft.
Again.
