[F] Deepthroat Depression

The worst part about having mental issues is dealing with the depression spells. I’ve felt myself slowly slipping into into it for weeks, and I’ve been fighting like hell to maintain some sense of calm. There’s a constant battle going on in my brain between emotions and logic, and it’s absolutely exhausting. It has been all I can do to complete the bare minimum of everyday tasks like showering, brushing my teeth, and getting to work.

I try my best to feign competency at my job, while tears burn in the back of my eyes and I worry about shit that’s completely out of my control and drive myself crazy with how much I am sucking at life. I just go back and forth in my head with me vs. me “you suck,” “No, you’re awesome!” and it’s just draining and unproductive. I know this, and yet I can’t make it stop.

And then I get a random text from Deep, and the depression bubble pops. For a brief moment, I’m free. I feel his kind gaze and gentle touch on my head. The back of my throat begins to burn, and I can feel my mouth start to salivate. A smile creeps across my face, and a flash of the little mole by his hip enters my mind.

I’m suddenly jolted back to reality, take a sip of my water, and get back to work. At least I have this one thing to pull me out and give me a rescue from this miserable hole I’m slowly sinking in. Thank God I have my friend Deep. We have plans to get together later, and I am definitely looking forward to it. I do my best to finish my day out with those future plans in mind.

As I drive home in traffic, I let all the tears I’ve been holding back finally flow. This has become a daily ritual, another sign of the gloom that I desperately want to avoid. I figure it’s best to just let it out here so I’m presentable for Deep. I want to be as focused as possible for him and my only escape from the hell inside my mind.

I get home, hang my keys, dry my eyes, and sigh at the clutter I’ve been unable to motivate myself to clear up. It’s been slowly accumulating for weeks, and I don’t have it in me to do it now. I unhook my bra and strip off my jeans, and sit down on the bed. I look at the pile of clothes on the floor and curl up and begin crying again. The overwhelming feeling of needing to do laundry and chores and everything else is too much to bear. “This is fucking ridiculous,” I tell myself and get up and put on some yoga pants. I throw all the clothes in the hamper and make the bed. I pick up the trash and straighten up. “It’s not that hard, just fucking do it. Do it for Deep. Don’t let him see you like this.” The only source of motivation I have is that beautiful cock, but that’s enough.

When Deep arrives, we embrace and I cling a bit harder and longer than usual. I really needed a hug today, and it felt so nice. I try my best to be casual, and we go about our session. I take his hand and lead him into my bedroom, remove his pants, and marvel at the gift I’m presented with.

I immediately put him in my mouth, and start licking and stroking with my tongue. His soft, flaccid cock starts growing increasingly, and soon I feel the head tickle my throat. All the bullshit that was in my head is gone, the only thing I care about now is our pleasure. I’m completely focused on swallowing as much of this cock, breathing, flexing my neck muscles, and making him moan.

He gently thrusts in and out, and the ridge of the head makes a pop each time it slides out. He runs his hands through my hair and starts going harder. I wrap my lips around the base and swallow and gulp as hard as I can, while running my tongue across the shaft inside my mouth. He shudders and moans, and I feel a few drops of warm precum drip out.

He pulls out and smiles at me, and I roll over onto my back. He removes my top and runs his hands over my breasts, gently squeezing and pushing them together. He drags his cock through my cleavage then up my neck and into my mouth again, leaving a trail of glistening precum.

He buries himself deep into my face and starts fucking like he’s ready to cum. I brace myself by grabbing his ass with one hand and my pussy with the other. We rock together in motion until we simultaneously cum. I feel his load dripping all over my face and neck, and a wet spot on the bed between my legs. This was exactly the glorious escape my mind needed.

I sat up and he handed me a towel, and I began crying again as I was wiping my face. A concerned look crossed his face, and I had to put him at ease that they were tears of joy. He knows I’ve been a bit emotionally sensitive, so he was understanding. This depression spell is such a bitch, but I’m so grateful to have a friend like Deep to help me get through it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1227hlg/f_deepthroat_depression