I actually do love sucking cock. This is not a lie I tell myself. I like the control. I like watching a man receive pleasure in such a relaxed state. Actually I should rephrase: It’s not so much sucking cock as it is licking and wrapping my lips around his cock. This is an important correction because let’s be honest; those who actually suck on it, may not be giving a very good blowjob.
Anyways.
It was a Tuesday night. Work had pissed me off and I wasn’t in the mood for anyone or anything… including a cock in my mouth. There I stood in my bedroom, twiddling my thumbs. I needed to get out of my bad head-space. I needed sex. So I sent a quick text, grabbed my sexy panties and bra, sprayed my vanilla perfume and slipped a hair elastic in my jean pocket.
I may think nothing of this sequence now, but a lot of experience has gone into this hair elastic placement. When I was younger (and so naive), I would put my hair elastic in my purse. This never worked out well. Because this is how it would play out:
I would get to his front door. We would say hello and I would leave my coat, keys and purse by my shoes at the entrance. We would make our way to his bedroom, and chat for a bit. Soon after, we would start kissing. Kissing turned into me mounting him and… oh shit my hair is all over his face. I need an elastic. I would gracefully exit the bed and make the long trek back to my purse which was sitting in the now pitch black front entrance. I would spend three minutes fishing around until I found the elastic. By the time I got back to the bedroom we would have to go through some chatting until things picked back up again.
Needless to say over the years I learned a valuable lesson: elastic goes in the pocket. Easy access. Unless of course he takes your jeans off at the front door (but at least you can fish the elastic back out quicker than a purse with 30 others things in it).
So there I was sitting at the edge of his bed; elastic in pocket. His cock was so beautiful. Whenever I was in its presence I couldn’t help but sneak a lick or two. Not every cock has this aura to it. His did. I leaned over to start wrapping my wet lips around the base of his cock. I reached for my elastic as I began licking. I propped myself upright on my knees. I looked him straight in the eyes as I pulled my hair back fastening it with my elastic. I never broke eye contact. I made him lie there in anticipation. I moved back down and placed my left hand over his balls cupping and tugging them gently. I flattened my tongue wide against the base of his penis and licked upwards to the tip firmly. I reached the top and wrapped his tip inside my mouth, gently licking off his pre-cum with my tongue. He moaned from the wet warmth. I continued pushing his cock inside my mouth and deep throating him.
I loved that cock.
As I was pulsing his perineum with my fingers and licking him gently I looked up to make contact. Suddenly, he put his hand on my shoulder and motioned me to come up to him. He paused and grabbed me by the face with the palm of his hand. He reached for my hair with the other and found my elastic pinning it back. He pulled it out and put it on his nightstand. My hair fell to my shoulders and wrapped around my face. He paused again and looked at me.
This was so impractical. Why would he do this? I thought.
I felt his gaze again.
He wanted me. Naturally. He wanted nothing holding me back. Not even my hair. A warm body tingle brushed over me as I came to this realization.
I gave him the best damn blowjob he ever had that night.
Guys, take note.
