You brag about your prowess with your tongue. A gentleman doesn’t need to brag, but a lady might. Let me tell you about me and my mouth. I am a pleaser. I love to get men off. I want to do it again as soon as I finish you. The more you enjoy it, the more I crave pleasuring. Men can tell, they have always have followed me with their eyes, something in my smile I suppose. I have never been quiet about this love, this desire to create ecstasy. It drips from my mouth without a sound.
I am also a musician. My tongue is strong. It is coordinated and talented. My mouth could break you, if I wanted to. But, I won’t. Maybe. What I will do with it, is make you beg. It’s my favorite composition. It begins as I take your cock in my mouth, run my tongue down the shaft. Gently wrap my hand around the base and suck. I love to hear the catch in your breath the first time you feel the softness. I love to start with just the tip, and wait until I feel your hips edging forward trying to get me to take more.
I love to get you close to the edge, thrusting more intensely with my hot mouth over your cock, and then change rhythm abruptly. Subito, suddenly without warning. A new tempo, a new key. Because I can, because then I hold sway over your strength. In my youth, I would leave boys and men at this place. Begging with their eyes and throbbing bodies for me to finish. I loved that control. That power. I loved knowing they needed me and I could deny it or grant it. Rarely did I grant it.
As a woman, I want you to show me what you want. What is the rhythm for your ecstasy? Can you show me your need without taking it? Can you balance being gentle and demanding with your hands? I can’t get enough when a man wraps his hands in my hair and helps me find the pulse. I like when you give me enough play to pause on my own, raising the pitch of
your pleasure.
Until the end, when your breath is coming in ragged gasps, this accelerando to the finale. I can feel the restraint in your fingers on my scalp, you are in control but just barely. You are balancing between a gentleman and an animal. The subtleness of it makes me wet. It makes me moan. It makes me want a hot throbbing cock inside me marching to the same drummer. Full everywhere. You have all that power, to make me choke and you don’t take it. You allow me to give you pleasure in my own way.
When you cum, I can’t suck it deep enough. I can’t taste it enough. I want it all to slide down my throat, like a salty oyster. Rare, and mine alone. I want to see your eyes close briefly, thanking all the higher powers of the world that I just sucked your cock. I want the smile that exclaims in prayerful gratitude, I can’t believe that just happened to my cock. I want your balls to feel drained in my hand. I want your cock relaxing under my lips, where I held it while I watched your supplications. I want to see the dying strains of my song melt off your satisfied body, your head resting, barely able to rise.
And if I don’t do that, if I fail at my symphony, I will do it again. And again, until you are addicted to my come hither smile. Until you can’t see my tongue without thinking about how well I suck cock. I will keep trying until my mouth invades your every waking hour. I am a musician, by definition a perfectionist, and practice makes perfect. Do you know how musicians practice? They run little parts over and over until they can play it without error. Then place it into the whole. Woodshedding. I can practice on your cock like that. I can make it sing, vibrate and hum if you give me the chance. I am good at practice.
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That was absolutely captivating.