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02 May 2008

with a cock in your mouth, you speak in labials

There’s really no other way to put it: I really missed sucking cock.

Ok. I suppose I could employ a euphemism or seven. I could have said that I’d noted a loss of oral-penile contact replete with possible Freudian oral-stage overtones. Or I suppose I could have gone florid and averred that I’d mourned unto melancholy wrapping my crimson-petal lips around a man’s pistil. I could have waxed Sanskrit that I’d felt bereft over not having taken a lingam into my mukha. But really, I just missed sucking cock.

I hadn’t really realized the depth of my loss until I finally succumbed to erotic gravity and, seated on an empyrean bed somewhere 2,000+ miles west of home, let this man untwine a damp towel from my body. Still hovering near indecision, we kissed, and as we kissed, my consuming thought was  this: how long must I wait before it would be appropriate for me to draw off this man's disconcertingly silky drawers and lick his dick? There was an etiquette for such situations, I vaguely recalled, though I could not remember what exactly it was. I did not want to be impolite, but on the inside I wanted little more than to rampage like a Hun and cut a straight swath southward to this man’s cock.

This time was not the first time I’ve missed the sucking. In the past, when curled in my bed, finger on my clit, fat fantasies in my head, I have been driven with mouth-lust to fellate a dildo. Sucking a dildo in replacement of a cock is just about as exactly unsatisfying as eating frozen nonfat yogurt when what you really want is Ben & Jerry’s. It’s a pallid simulacrum of the real; it’s a poor woman’s substitute. The dildo may look like a dick, and it may resemble a dick, but it is not a dick. It doesn’t taste like a cock. It doesn’t smell like a cock. And most importantly, it neither feels like a cock, nor does it come attached to a live, breathing and appreciative human. Dildos may come in handy, but in the mouth, they are destined to fail.

For me, the thing about fellatio is I always succeed. I may not always feel like I know how to fuck, or how to touch, or even how to kiss, but I have feel completely cocksure in my ability to fellate. It’s a sure thing, and I like those odds in bed. I also like the feel, that way that men grow simultaneously taut and limp under my mouth. I like having my mouth filled to stretching and my breathing disrupted. But most of all, I like the sensation of being the David Copperfield of oral: trotting out one delicious trick after another with a showman’s flourish, reading the crowd’s response, delaying when doing so would attenuate the pleasure, hurrying when I feel perverse, and gratifying expectation beyond my partner’s ken. I don’t mean to brag, but I suck a mean cock.

Which I do because I enjoy it immensely. And when I’ve gone great slices of time between joyous opportunities to lose my head while giving head, I get a bit blue. Sure, I could do it more often than I have, but I’ve grown rather discretionary in my maturity. I don’t mind waiting if at the end of the journey awaits a cock worth sucking.

This one was. Just a bit bigger than average with a nice heft and a lovely sheen, it was an eager  and playful cock. Upright, stalwart and true—and even more interestingly, uncircumcised. I liked toying with its foreskin as the man attached to it writhed prettily on the bed. Up, down, up, down, it rose and fell like a yo-yo in my mouth. I could have lain there for sweet short eons, splayed like a book between this man’s legs, my hair tied in an unwieldy bundle at the top of my head, my face knit in concentration, this cock tunneling into my throat.

I’d missed it. Missed it to bits. Missed it without really recognizing the loss, missed it until this man’s cock slid incrementally into my mouth, and then, my lips wrapped around its base, I could feel my body go slack. One sound escaped my lips: mmmmmmm, I said, contented.

Comments

"Sucking a dildo in replacement of a cock is just about as exactly unsatisfying as eating frozen nonfat yogurt when what you really want is Ben & Jerry’s"

word.

hey can you comment on the difference between circumcised and not? my lover has his foreskin and i found that the things i 'knew' about sucking cock weren't entirely right.

i'm curious if it's because he's weird or it's all about the foreskin... anyway i comment if thou wilt...

Oh and I've missed your missing it and your satisfaction in finding a waiting shaft for your pleasure. Gosh CG the long distance thing is a bit much to satisfy your needs but hey, good luck with it, I predict some phone sex is in order.

Ahh, excuse me Miss, does the line form to the left or the right?

I've had this saved on my Bloglines account for a couple of days now and really all I wanted to say was, "Yaaaaaaaaaay!"

Lovely.

glad you found a small part of what's been missing. your lyricism is astonishing. that's why i keep checking in, even during drought times.

bravo.

[sigh]

damn.
now there's a tear loitering in the corner of my eye. you HAD to remind me, didn't you.
i do miss sucking cock.
horribly.

and one cock in particular...

wow ... someone else who not only adores fellatio but craves it AND likes an uncircumcized penis.. sighs happily ... but I am fortunate as I get to do that twice a day ... and I can lie, head on his stomach for ages and just suckle and play ...

Yum...

And always nice to hear a woman who doesn't go screaming out of the room when an uncircumcised cock gets near her mouth (unfortunately, more common than you'd hope if you own one of them there uncut cocks).

Luckily my em likes 'em

Stupendous. I crave a woman with such cock lust. Wonderful post...You had me at hello...as usual

"I still can't think of anything to say."

Yes, indeed... but I can't imagine why you'd feel shy about going straight for the gusto... I can't imagine any man wishing you'd slow down a bit, not get to the fellatio quite so quickly or eagerly. :)

Oohhhh yes yes yes. I could not agree with you more. The astonishment i am met with, when i explain to a lover that i can be utterly satisfied just sucking his cock and getting him off that way... is nothing short of a phenomenon. Men just cannot believe this. But it's true... i love love love it, and that true enjoyment is why i'm so damn good at it.

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