[F]Deepthroat Addiction

Welp, it’s time to admit it. I’m an addict. I’m fucking addicted. Like any addiction, I didn’t realize it until it was too late. All these months, I thought I was enjoying myself and the simple pleasures of life. When you moderate and have a steady, measured dose, life is generally nice but eventually, you build up a tolerance. You feel like you need more to get by.

You find yourself having intense headaches and sometimes shaking uncontrollably. You sleep poorly, have wild fever dreams when you do. You scroll your phone or watch your porn to distract yourself from the withdrawal. It’s difficult to focus on anything at all.

This is exactly the way I have been feeling since my last deepthroat session. It’s only been 5 days, but it seems like so much longer for some reason. At this point, it seems that there is nothing we haven’t tried yet. After some brainstorming (road head, underwater, various appliances), we determined we would try standing up. Both of us.

This provided both a new camera angle and some relief for my poor aging knees. My kitchen chairs are taller and quite sturdy. He jumped up and steadied himself with his hands on the ceiling. My lovely popcorn snowed down on us appropriately, considering it’s the holidays. I stood up in front of him to check the cock-to-mouth height ratio. It was a perfect match. This was going to be fun!

We leaned the camera against a vase on the table, angled up at us from a new point of view we had not captured yet. The 30-second test shot was quite stunning. I hit record and got to work. I started gently licking his soft cock, knowing full well how much bigger and harder I could make it. It took very little time to get him there.

Standing up was so comfortable for me, it was easy to just slide the pulsing head into the back of my throat. It felt heavenly in there, as if that’s exactly where it belonged. I wrapped my lips around the base and ran my tongue up and down the shaft while the precum dripped. The dopamine rush is so intense that I forget to breathe for a bit.

I gasp and gag, grab a breath, and keep going. This is the best it’s ever been. It tastes so good. My knees don’t hurt. The angle is just right. Making this man cum with your throat is the most gratifying thing you have ever done for someone. How can enjoying something this much be so great for both parties?!

This is such an amazing high! I feel like I’m standing in front of the stage, watching my favorite band or something. This must be the reason why people do drugs, this euphoria that I’m feeling in this moment. This feeling is so good that I never want it to go away. It’s definitely worth chasing, but sometimes that leads to bad places. That’s why addiction is dangerous. Just when I think this can’t get any better, it does!

I just can’t get enough of this cock in my throat. Whenever it’s not there, I want it there. It consumes my thoughts. I find myself watching our videos throughout the day. I can’t seem to stop myself. It’s too damn tempting, knowing that it’s right there on my phone. But it’s also in my brain, constantly playing and driving me crazy (in a good way) to distraction. This is the point where I know I must call myself out and admit my addiction.

I’m going to have to take some time over the holiday and really consider how I will conduct myself going forward, as addiction is serious business and needs to be taken very, very seriously.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zt9c7o/fdeepthroat_addiction