For a man, to wake up on a Sunday morning with a woman orally caressing his cock has got to be one of lifeβs greatest pleasures. This is especially true if that woman is very special to him and she truly loves the act of fellatio. The feeling is exquisite. Youβd really have to be very queer not to enjoy it.
At first, I am still asleep, dreaming wonderfully salacious dreams. Gradually I become aware that the soft kisses up and down my stiff prong arenβt from some ephemeral phantom lover, but are indeed real, or is my dream that realistic? The delicate tongue slides up the underside ridge of my cock, and stops to lightly dance at the little fold of skin at the base of my glans. I feel my throat vibrating as I moan softly.
The moist succulent lips, kiss back down my penile shaft, softy kissing. Hot breath bathes my scrotum, shriveled and thick from a slight night chill. The tongue lightly licks at the thickened sack and then she ascends along the side of my shaft, dragging her tongue in one continuous lick.
Upon reaching the apex, she circles the spongy head, dragging her ball stud against the sensitive flesh. I know now that it is not a dream, but very real. Not opening my eyes, I drift off into a state of overwhelming pleasure centered on my genitalia. Not asleep, but certainly not alert to anything but my cock, I float intoxicated in a blissful state.
Her lips part slightly, just enough for the tip of my dick to nuzzle between the soft petals, kissing me softly. Her lips touch again, this time parted a little wider. The soft smacking reaches my ears as she kisses and makes love to my cock. The soft kissing stops momentarily. Hot breath surrounds my now throbbing tip, then the lips close around the corona, enveloping the head in a wet silky heat. I groan loudly with approval.