Admittance

Your noble efforts fall on deaf ears. You sigh, withdrawing, disappointed again. You begin to think that maybe I am not really attracted to you, that maybe I don’t fantasize imaginary meetings with you in my mind. That maybe I don’t want to suck on that soft, welcoming lip of yours and trail slow, sensual kisses along the gentle slope of your cheeks every time I see your picture on the screen. I imagine testing the sensitivity of the bottom of your jaw, the side of your neck, your shoulders with my lips and touches of my tongue… do you like it rough, feathery, wet, stinging with small bites? I want to test you, feel your responses to me all over your body. I wonder how you are underneath that shirt, how you would look and feel, naked and laying down on your back before me. I want to reach out and pull your clothes off of you and feel the slopes and ridges down your chest and stomach with my mouth, going down just far enough to make you anticipate the warm, wet feeling of my mouth around your cock.

But I will stop before my lips reach it, and lightly lick you up your side with the tip of my tongue. I will look at you with amusement in my eyes, knowing where you had wanted me to go. But are you sensitive there, right underneath your armpit, I wonder? If I kiss you there, pressure it with my tongue, will you shudder? Can you control the tickled feeling and sense the pleasure underneath? I’d rest both hands on the bottom of your stomach while I straddle your legs, varying the pressure pushing down your skin, hinting that they might wander further down. But my mouth is trailing the inside of your thighs with slow, pressured licks, closing in on your scrotum. Do you like being licked there? I’d like to know. I’d cover one with my mouth and massage it with the flat of my tongue, then do the same with the other.

And do you know? I do like to suck lollipops. There’s nothing quite like the pleasure I get from feeling the taste and texture of skin on my tongue. I want to take you in my mouth maybe even more than you’d imagine.

I let my hands move closer to the base of your shaft as I catch your eyes and slowly, wickedly, lick across my lips before lowering my face closer to your cock, letting my mouth hang slightly, suggestively open. I hover my tongue besides the swollen tip for a moment while looking for signs of anticipation in your eyes. I cup the front side of your cock with my palms, anchoring it while partially hiding my mouth from view. I’ll look into your eyes while I solidly mold my wet tongue against the exposed bottom before giving you one full lick to the tip, then sliding it back down, then up the other side, before covering you with my mouth.

The taste of you arouses me even more, this feel of your cock in my mouth, my lips wrapped around you, sucking on you as I move up and down your length, taking in more of you little by little. I hope you don’t mind if I go a little slow at first, savoring the feel of you sliding across my tongue and lips, the taste of your precum at the back of my throat. I let myself moan slightly. I want you to beg me to go faster, and I will, but only by a little. I want to feel you needing it. I want to feel you lose a little bit of control, lifting yourself to push it a little bit further in my mouth, a little bit faster. “Be good,” I’d scold. When I’m done with my slow enjoyment of you, you can get what you want.

My mouth is capped tight around you as I go down faster, for your benefit now, wet with my saliva mixed with your precum. I hear you moan as your pleasure builds, your hips responding to my movements. But I don’t want to let you go yet…. the night is still young.



Now, tell me what you want to do.