: What do you fantasize about? What draws you…here?
:: It’s hard to describe precisely. Probably a man’s arousal itself. How it fills a cock and makes it pulse, move, flex. The shape of a cock is beautiful. And every tiny reaction is mirrored in me. I know what it feels like. What he is experiencing. The shivers. The sighs. The amazing, amazing pleasures.
: Fuck. Your voice is hypnotic. All of those things are happening in me as you describe them….
:: Yes, I can see the beginnings of it in your face. The relaxing and the parting of your lips. Your slower breathing. Color coming into your face. It makes me imagine what it’s like to make you moan. How it will sound. The beautiful pleasure/pain of stretching, building, throbbing.
: Oh fuck….
:: I love how you just closed your eyes to savor the feeling you just had in your cock. That is perfect. Like a meditation. I want to make seconds expand into minutes into hours. I want slow licks to be like an entire lifetime with sensations born, evolving, peaking, then easing. I imagine the carnal dance. Your cock beginning to snap at the first contact, arrowing straight to the ceiling as your neck bends back and the longest, lowest, most exquisite moans erupts from deep in your chest.