One day, you go to the gym. A nice hard workout, that’s what you need. Lots of sweat, burning muscles, exhaustion and afterwards? Some time in the steam room.
Really sweat it all out, get the toxins out, the fatigue, the endless circling thoughts.
What do you really need? What would really help you relax? mmm… A nice blowjob. Lots of tongue, lips, sucking mouth and just a hint of teeth. An open throat to fuck into, a hint of tears in the corner of the eyes, willing submission and an openness to being used.
A hand on top of a head, to guide and control the speed, the rhythm, the angle… Whispered words, “so good, yeah, just like that, god…” You think about sucking cock…
You think of this, sitting in the steam, letting yourself get just a bit hard. How good it would be to see someone come through the clouds towards you, demanding, asking, receiving.
And there he comes, just now, the steam parting before him, swirling around his legs as he strides towards you. He slouches on the bench, legs just a bit spread, towel sagging. Of course he sees you, sees your reaction to him, how your own towel has sprouted a little tent.
He smiles at you, nods. His mouth was carved by Leonardo, his eyes envisioned by Raphael, his body sculpted by Michaelangelo. He is art personified, and he’s looking at you.
Your cock reacts to his gaze, stiffening and arising to attention. Your thoughts turn to images of that curly haired head lowering over your groin, that perfect mouth opening, the pink tongue flicking out.
He shifts, as though he were aware of your thoughts; he grins at you, white teeth cutting through the steamy gloom, his voice deep and commanding as he tells you “come here.” You find yourself obeying him, moving closer, as though you had no will of your own.
“Kneel.”
His hand, caressing your hair, your cheek; his eyes meeting yours, his cock stiffening before you, the towel tossed aside…
What will you do next? Will his seductive smile and sexy cock lure you into being a cocksucker? Do you want to be his cocksucking toy? Do you want to be MY cocksucking toy?
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I lick my lips lean in inhaling his musky scent as my tongue ventures out and caresses his balls. Closing my eyes my tongue gliding upward as His hand drops to my shoulder He let’s out a long slow breath as my lips captures His head my tongue swills over the tip as I taste his essence. Gathering up spit in my mouth I plunge downward taking him deep. Breathing through my nose I savor his masculine cock as it throbs against my tongue. I moan softly around his cock as he places his hand back on my head and pushing it down. His cock gardens pulsing as his nut sack begins to tighten .I hear him moan as He says Drink it bitch..I do
mmm, that’s one hot ending to the fantasy jdlaw… I can think of a few other options for this one. 😛 Somehow I picture a little more hesitation, more careful guidance and control exerted, perhaps just a little touch of coercion…
😀 But then, I do have a wicked imagination. lol!