Yes, I realize it has been some time since I had posted anything, you'll just have to forgive me. Sometimes life has a tendency of getting in the way and I'm not immune to such. I'm sure that there are times you are not able to get on this website, read all the filth that we writers post and masturbate until you're satisfied. An ugly fact of life, folks - we can't always be immersed in our sexual fantasies, perversions and fetishes - though deep in my heart I feel this world would be a much better place if we did. Suffice it to say, I am back though for how long you have me remains to be seen - life just might snatch me up and disappear with me deep into the woods again.
So where did I leave you....ah yes, my beloved man-child - my greatest work of art. It's not everyday that we stumble across such a specimen worthy of our time and energy, someone willing to shed years of sexual misconceptions and misdirection - someone eager to learn all that you can teach them thus creating the ultimate fuck toy for you and an incredible attentive lover for their future partners. He relished being under my guidance, never questioned my direction once I showed him what can truly be offered and as for myself - I would be remiss if I lied to you, I reveled in his newfound prowess.
I often think back to that massive blow I had given him in my previous story and grin at the fact that I didn't just ease that door open, I blew the fucking hinges off of it. We never spoke about it in the days, weeks and months after I had slipped my fingers deep into his ass, but I made it a point every time I had my mouth around his meat to repeat it - each time getting the same response. His loads were getting enormous as I continued to stroke and caress that one very intimate spot on a man's body - their ultimate g-spot as I am fond to call it. There were times I wouldn't be able to swallow it all and would have to pull my mouth away, allowing him to finish off on my tits, face or in my hair. He certainly wasn't quiet about it when he did blow that way, screaming, moaning and panting to the top of his lungs he would string together incoherent sentences in some desperate attempt to convey that not only was he liking what I was doing but that he wanted more. And who am I to refuse that kind of ecstatic release to my Greek god, I would give him more and more - completely drunk and stoned out of my mind when my mouth was full of cock. I did say in my earlier pieces that I am an oral fiend, didn't I? If I didn't, well - you should have known that by now or at least had some thought that I was.
It was very late one hot summer night that I was alone and craving his cock that I called him and told him he had ten minutes to get to me. I didn't even get a 'bye' or 'see you in ten minutes' - the line simply went dead and I grinned as I hung up the phone. I slipped into the shower to quickly rinse off before his arrival when an unsettling thought crept up in my brain and sent a shiver down my body - I think we all know that being addicted to something has its merits, I love hot cock in my mouth and down my throat - so much so that it is an addiction and as crazy as this sounds, there's a quiet sense of relief when I'm able to wrap my lips around one and suck it until it explodes. But what got me to stop was one simple fact....
In my work all these months we had become addicted to each other - almost to the point of obsession. The question that still remains in my mind was who had the deeper obsession?
I looked at the time and noticed only a couple of minutes had ticked off - clearly this was going to be the longest eight minutes of my life so I quickly wrapped a towel around me, ran a comb through my hair and padded into the living room....five minutes to go. I lit a cigarette, slipped into the kitchen and contemplated where in the house I wanted to suck him off - leading up to this moment there wasn't a room, floor, wall, piece of furniture that wasn't marked by our incessant fuck sessions. For a moment, I thought about meeting him outside and suck him off in the front yard - as late as it was the chances of getting caught was slim to none and even if we did have a voyeur or two, it wouldn't have stopped me from fucking up his little early morning world. I can be quite the exhibitionist if I am in the right mood.
My thinking obviously took me out of reality for a bit, I was standing in the kitchen when I heard the door suddenly slam and my name called out. I looked at the time - he had two minutes to spare...good thing he wasn't known to be a quick shooter under extreme circumstances, such as my mouth wrapped around him or he was sinking into my tight, wet pussy. I then made a mental note not to give him that small of a time frame for future reference - under mundane circumstances it takes him fifteen minutes to get to me, he must have broken a half dozen laws to get to me. Granted, there probably wasn't a helluva lot of traffic at that particular hour but he could have gotten into an accident. Unacceptable behavior you cock crazed bitch - get your act together, would you please!
It was then the question popped into my head again - who had the deeper obsession?
The only light on in the house was the hall light so when he stepped into the kitchen, I almost lost total and complete control of my facilities - ALL of them. My Greek god's darkened silhouette ramped up my need for him by a thousand - he clearly jumped out of bed and straight into his car without getting dressed, he wore his nighttime boxers and I could clearly make out the outline of his gorgeous cock as it strained against the thin material. It was a beautiful sight, awe-inspiring and downright lethal.
