Oral Appreciation

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I was having a chat with my friend the other day, you know the type, the type that wants to talk about sex but doesn't want to talk about sex because they are interested in sex but they're not supposed to be interested in sex, you know, that type. We were talking about, of all things, blowjobs, yes, blowjobs. Now typically, this is a conversation I would be very happy to be a part of because just between you and me, I really like blowjobs, I like giving them, and I like my partner's response to them.

However, this particular friend had no clue, like none. She was regaling me with the tales of her latest adventures, which, fine, but I wasn't really sure what she was talking about. I wasn't 100% sure she was sure what she was talking about.

So I just listened and grew more confused because, you see, there's a certain magic in blowjobs that she just wasn't capturing and didn't even seem aware of, which is a travesty. So all I could think in the back of my mind as I listened to her talk was how much she was missing. There really is nothing like it, you know.

And forgive me, but something about giving is just next level. It's beyond arousal, it's beyond wanting to achieve an orgasm. It's about truly appreciating the person you're with.

She didn't seem to understand that. She didn't seem to get that it's an act of appreciation. She talked about it like it was a chore, like it was something she had to do to keep her partner happy, which is why there was absolutely no magic in it whatsoever and why she really didn't seem to know what she was doing.

There really isn't anything like being on your knees in front of someone who's looking down at you with that wide-eyed anticipation. They're waiting, waiting for you to touch them, to run your hands over the front of their pants, to feel their reaction to you. I guess you already know what they want, I mean, you're right in front of it.

But there's something about feeling it that's different. That's where the spell begins. That's where the magic starts.

The slow teasing of fingers in the waistband. Just touching skin. Smooth, soft skin.

Making sure your partner knows exactly what's about to happen and eye contact is everything. Bringing those pants down. Gently, of course.

Watching. Waiting. Wanting.

A delicious cock that springs free. Hearing the intake of breath. Knowing you're only inches from it.

Being able to taste it before you taste it. Seeing the little drop of pre-cum on the end. Teasing you.

Wanting to simultaneously savour it and devour it all at once. It's quite the conundrum. And the whole time, your partner is watching.

Begging, silently, for you to open your mouth. For your tongue to come out. And lick the tip.

Sometimes that's the first move and sometimes light fingers are better. Gentle, gentle strokes up and down. Base to tip.

Top and bottom. Sometimes licking the thumb and running it around that sweet little spot just under the head that makes their knees buckle. Sometimes that's what we start with.

And the whole time, knowing that this person in front of you is completely enthralled with everything you do. Every move you make. Every breath.

Every touch. The first taste is always the best. The head so smooth.

Silky. It glides across my tongue. I could lick that all day.

Just slowly letting the heat of my tongue warm the skin, knowing that the more I do it, the more I tease, the more I lick, the wetter the head becomes, the more my partner wants to grab my head and push forward into my mouth. It's not time for that yet. Sometimes it is.

Sometimes you get a taste and all of a sudden you're ravenous like you haven't eaten in a week and it's a gourmet meal. Those are fun times too. But it's better to savor it if you can.

A salty taste on your tongue. Feeling every ridge as you slide forward finally. Watching their face change as you take them in.

As the heat of your mouth envelops them as they feel your lips close around them. Wet. Warm.

Heavenly. And just taking a moment to feel the weight of it, the weight of this perfect beautiful cock on your tongue. Feel it press against the roof of your mouth, knowing that that sensitive head is feeling so many things.

Ah. The urge to just suckle sometimes becomes too great and you just have to, you just have to draw more of that pre-cum out of it so it drips down your throat. You hear them groan.

You hear them sigh. You feel their body tense and relax all at once because the experience is so erotic that it melts away their stress. But the need for more is so intense they're ready for anything.

And it's a powerful feeling, looking up at your partner, knowing that their whole world is in your mouth. That no matter what you do, you're going to give them the most incredible pleasure. And that's when the fun begins.

Adding a hand to guide you. Slowly moving back and forth. Letting that cock slide out.

Wiggling the tongue. That little spot is so sensitive. And it's like my tongue is a magnet drawn right to it.

I could spend hours just playing with that. Especially when my partner reacts. It's a magic little button that I like to press.

And of course, there's nothing like the gentle glide of lips up and down the shaft while the tongue flickers inside the mouth as it moves in and out. Overwhelming them with sensation. Until it's time.

Until you've teased them long enough. And now you're ready to take them into your throat. That first swallow, that first touch against the back of your throat, just makes everything relax.

Except them. Because they know what's about to happen. And they can't wait.

The anticipation is so intense now they can't stand it. They want you to swallow them. They want to feel your throat squeezing around them.

Milking them. Caressing them. Massaging them.

Tight heat that they've never felt before. Or that they've felt and want to feel again and again and again. That's the magic.

That moment where you hold their entire being in your mouth and they don't know what you're going to do. So you pull them forward. And you swallow.

When they first go down your throat, you feel so full. It's so tight. And you swallow convulsively around them so that they get every sensation.

Fingers in your hair. Desperation on their face. Heavy breathing.

Hips thrusting forward. Balls tightening against your chin. The scent of arousal all around you.

And that perfect cock on your tongue. In your throat. Exactly where it should be.

There's nothing like it. Until you start to move. Until you start to thrust.

Moving back and forth in and out of your throat. Slowly at first. Letting them adjust.

Proud of them for being able to last this long. And then faster and faster. Moving your tongue more and more over the bottom of them.

Squeezing your throat tighter every time they thrust into it. Letting your lips glide over them. Putting your hands around their ass.

Pulling them tighter. Going balls deep and holding them there. By that point, my panties are so wet that if I'm not on the edge myself, I'm pretty close.

Mmm. My throat, the perfect cock sleeve. Mmm.

And I want it. I want it badly. Especially when I look up and I see the look on my partner's face.

Completely lost in pleasure. Feeling only their cock. Only my mouth.

Only what I'm doing to them. Mmm. They want to come.

I can feel it swelling. I can feel them leaking. I can feel the desperation in the movement of their hips.

And I know they're ready to explode. And they want nothing more than to pour it down my throat. Or maybe cover my tongue so they can see it first before I swallow it.

Swallow it. Thick and creamy. Mmm.

The taste is different every time and it's a new treat. A new experience that I look forward to. Mmm.

So I go faster and faster and faster. Pulling deeper. Sucking harder.

Keeping them completely enveloped in my warm, wet throat. Until I feel them. I feel the first spasm.

And I feel the first shot hit the back of my mouth. Oh. Mmm.

And I swallow around them. I feel it slide down. I want all of it.

I don't want to lose a single drop. I'll pull back so that I can taste it. Feel it on my tongue.

Mmm. Work over them as they come and come and come. Feel them convulse over top of me.

Watch their face twist in pleasure. Feel their hands in my hair as they hold me on them so that I can't move until they're done. And I won't.

I won't move until I get every last drop. Mmm. Mmm.

That's the payoff. That's the ultimate high. Mmm.

Looking up at them. Holding their eyes. Licking my lips.

And swallowing. Ah. Ah.

Oh, it's an experience unlike anything else. And of course, when they're done, I have to clean it off. Make sure I didn't miss any.

Make sure they're nice and tidy before I tuck them back into their pants. Because by that point, well, there's not a lot happening upstairs to remember that they need to take care of that. So I'll do it for them.

While they recover. Ah. The satisfaction of standing up.

Of the relaxation on their face. Usually some form of a dopey grin. And always amazement.

Like they don't know what just happened to them. It's intoxicating. They are intoxicating.

Having a cock in my mouth is intoxicating. Mmm. Unfortunately, the friend I was speaking with does not seem to understand this.

And it really is her loss. Although, now that I think about it, maybe it's actually her partner's loss instead.