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cookiecat said:
I clearly remember the night someone showed me the difference between giving a blow job and worshiping his cock. I'd always enjoyed sucking cock, the taste, the feel. Hearing him moan when my tongue hits the right spot. Feeling his hands on my head, in my hair.

But this night, my partner talked to me about worship. Opening my mouth and my heart to his cock. At first I thought it sounded all weird and zen. I was like, hey! I already like ya! What's with the heart stuff?? I just want your cock in my mouth.

He wanted me to stop trying to control his pleasure. He wanted me to open my mouth, let him in, relax my throat. My mouth was my cunt. He wanted to fuck my mouth. He didn't want me giving him a blow job. He asked me to put my hands on his butt, look up at him, keep my eyes locked on his. Just open my mouth. Keep my tongue flat and let him push in to me.

As I write this, as I remember this moment, I can't write anymore. I don't want to remember it. I'd rather tuck it away, leave it alone. For a while, these memories kept me company. Made me happy. Now, they just feel far away. I'm not sure how to say it without feeling super weird and down. I won't ever have this with my guy anymore. How can I keep replaying scenes from the past without my heart or my cunt or my brain exploding with need and sadness??

At times, I crave his cock in my mouth. I can still feel it. The weight of his balls in my hand. In my mouth. Tasting that first bit of pre-cum. Loving my guy more by opening up my mouth and my heart to his cock. And I cannot have that anymore.
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cookie :heart:

cookiecat said:
I just really dig this picture. Wasn't sure where to put it.

So here it goes!

http://i.imgur.com/wkWXlcz.jpg
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I like this one, too. Her dark areola, his furry belly...

It may or may not remind me of someone I know. :eek:

* * * * * * *

Hi Simon!
 
cookiecat said:
I clearly remember the night someone showed me the difference between giving a blow job and worshiping his cock. I'd always enjoyed sucking cock, the taste, the feel. Hearing him moan when my tongue hits the right spot. Feeling his hands on my head, in my hair.

But this night, my partner talked to me about worship. Opening my mouth and my heart to his cock. At first I thought it sounded all weird and zen. I was like, hey! I already like ya! What's with the heart stuff?? I just want your cock in my mouth.

He wanted me to stop trying to control his pleasure. He wanted me to open my mouth, let him in, relax my throat. My mouth was my cunt. He wanted to fuck my mouth. He didn't want me giving him a blow job. He asked me to put my hands on his butt, look up at him, keep my eyes locked on his. Just open my mouth. Keep my tongue flat and let him push in to me.

As I write this, as I remember this moment, I can't write anymore. I don't want to remember it. I'd rather tuck it away, leave it alone. For a while, these memories kept me company. Made me happy. Now, they just feel far away. I'm not sure how to say it without feeling super weird and down. I won't ever have this with my guy anymore. How can I keep replaying scenes from the past without my heart or my cunt or my brain exploding with need and sadness??

At times, I crave his cock in my mouth. I can still feel it. The weight of his balls in my hand. In my mouth. Tasting that first bit of pre-cum. Loving my guy more by opening up my mouth and my heart to his cock. And I cannot have that anymore.
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cookiecat said:
http://i.imgur.com/rE1YY7O.gif http://i.imgur.com/bWOFrSX.gif
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Cookie :heart:
 
cookiecat said:
I clearly remember the night someone showed me the difference between giving a blow job and worshiping his cock. I'd always enjoyed sucking cock, the taste, the feel. Hearing him moan when my tongue hits the right spot. Feeling his hands on my head, in my hair.

But this night, my partner talked to me about worship. Opening my mouth and my heart to his cock. At first I thought it sounded all weird and zen. I was like, hey! I already like ya! What's with the heart stuff?? I just want your cock in my mouth.

He wanted me to stop trying to control his pleasure. He wanted me to open my mouth, let him in, relax my throat. My mouth was my cunt. He wanted to fuck my mouth. He didn't want me giving him a blow job. He asked me to put my hands on his butt, look up at him, keep my eyes locked on his. Just open my mouth. Keep my tongue flat and let him push in to me.

As I write this, as I remember this moment, I can't write anymore. I don't want to remember it. I'd rather tuck it away, leave it alone. For a while, these memories kept me company. Made me happy. Now, they just feel far away. I'm not sure how to say it without feeling super weird and down. I won't ever have this with my guy anymore. How can I keep replaying scenes from the past without my heart or my cunt or my brain exploding with need and sadness??

At times, I crave his cock in my mouth. I can still feel it. The weight of his balls in my hand. In my mouth. Tasting that first bit of pre-cum. Loving my guy more by opening up my mouth and my heart to his cock. And I cannot have that anymore.
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*hugs you tightly*
I'm sorry.
 
cookiecat said:
I clearly remember the night someone showed me the difference between giving a blow job and worshiping his cock. I'd always enjoyed sucking cock, the taste, the feel. Hearing him moan when my tongue hits the right spot. Feeling his hands on my head, in my hair.

But this night, my partner talked to me about worship. Opening my mouth and my heart to his cock. At first I thought it sounded all weird and zen. I was like, hey! I already like ya! What's with the heart stuff?? I just want your cock in my mouth.

He wanted me to stop trying to control his pleasure. He wanted me to open my mouth, let him in, relax my throat. My mouth was my cunt. He wanted to fuck my mouth. He didn't want me giving him a blow job. He asked me to put my hands on his butt, look up at him, keep my eyes locked on his. Just open my mouth. Keep my tongue flat and let him push in to me.

As I write this, as I remember this moment, I can't write anymore. I don't want to remember it. I'd rather tuck it away, leave it alone. For a while, these memories kept me company. Made me happy. Now, they just feel far away. I'm not sure how to say it without feeling super weird and down. I won't ever have this with my guy anymore. How can I keep replaying scenes from the past without my heart or my cunt or my brain exploding with need and sadness??

At times, I crave his cock in my mouth. I can still feel it. The weight of his balls in my hand. In my mouth. Tasting that first bit of pre-cum. Loving my guy more by opening up my mouth and my heart to his cock. And I cannot have that anymore.
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Even though I feel I am missing part of the story, I feel for you, Cookie

Love,
 
cookiecat said:
I clearly remember the night someone showed me the difference between giving a blow job and worshiping his cock. I'd always enjoyed sucking cock, the taste, the feel. Hearing him moan when my tongue hits the right spot. Feeling his hands on my head, in my hair.

But this night, my partner talked to me about worship. Opening my mouth and my heart to his cock. At first I thought it sounded all weird and zen. I was like, hey! I already like ya! What's with the heart stuff?? I just want your cock in my mouth.

He wanted me to stop trying to control his pleasure. He wanted me to open my mouth, let him in, relax my throat. My mouth was my cunt. He wanted to fuck my mouth. He didn't want me giving him a blow job. He asked me to put my hands on his butt, look up at him, keep my eyes locked on his. Just open my mouth. Keep my tongue flat and let him push in to me.

As I write this, as I remember this moment, I can't write anymore. I don't want to remember it. I'd rather tuck it away, leave it alone. For a while, these memories kept me company. Made me happy. Now, they just feel far away. I'm not sure how to say it without feeling super weird and down. I won't ever have this with my guy anymore. How can I keep replaying scenes from the past without my heart or my cunt or my brain exploding with need and sadness??

At times, I crave his cock in my mouth. I can still feel it. The weight of his balls in my hand. In my mouth. Tasting that first bit of pre-cum. Loving my guy more by opening up my mouth and my heart to his cock. And I cannot have that anymore.
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This is so sad and yet beautiful ... *hugs*
 
cookiecat said:
I clearly remember the night someone showed me the difference between giving a blow job and worshiping his cock. I'd always enjoyed sucking cock, the taste, the feel. Hearing him moan when my tongue hits the right spot. Feeling his hands on my head, in my hair.

But this night, my partner talked to me about worship. Opening my mouth and my heart to his cock. At first I thought it sounded all weird and zen. I was like, hey! I already like ya! What's with the heart stuff?? I just want your cock in my mouth.

He wanted me to stop trying to control his pleasure. He wanted me to open my mouth, let him in, relax my throat. My mouth was my cunt. He wanted to fuck my mouth. He didn't want me giving him a blow job. He asked me to put my hands on his butt, look up at him, keep my eyes locked on his. Just open my mouth. Keep my tongue flat and let him push in to me.

As I write this, as I remember this moment, I can't write anymore. I don't want to remember it. I'd rather tuck it away, leave it alone. For a while, these memories kept me company. Made me happy. Now, they just feel far away. I'm not sure how to say it without feeling super weird and down. I won't ever have this with my guy anymore. How can I keep replaying scenes from the past without my heart or my cunt or my brain exploding with need and sadness??

At times, I crave his cock in my mouth. I can still feel it. The weight of his balls in my hand. In my mouth. Tasting that first bit of pre-cum. Loving my guy more by opening up my mouth and my heart to his cock. And I cannot have that anymore.
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:rose:
 
It's damn near impossible to not to let memories like that turn bittersweet when things change or go off the rails, nobody would argue that, all you can do is try your best to keep it in perspective. Let good memories stay just that, so that they'll always be there to help you through the thick of it, remind you that this whole shit show is worth it/maybe has a point, and forever remain proof of just how fucking awesome you two are :rose::rose:

( Nah, I didn't quote you, but you know who I'm talking to :D)
 
cookiecat said:
I clearly remember the night someone showed me the difference between giving a blow job and worshiping his cock. I'd always enjoyed sucking cock, the taste, the feel. Hearing him moan when my tongue hits the right spot. Feeling his hands on my head, in my hair.

But this night, my partner talked to me about worship. Opening my mouth and my heart to his cock. At first I thought it sounded all weird and zen. I was like, hey! I already like ya! What's with the heart stuff?? I just want your cock in my mouth.

He wanted me to stop trying to control his pleasure. He wanted me to open my mouth, let him in, relax my throat. My mouth was my cunt. He wanted to fuck my mouth. He didn't want me giving him a blow job. He asked me to put my hands on his butt, look up at him, keep my eyes locked on his. Just open my mouth. Keep my tongue flat and let him push in to me.

As I write this, as I remember this moment, I can't write anymore. I don't want to remember it. I'd rather tuck it away, leave it alone. For a while, these memories kept me company. Made me happy. Now, they just feel far away. I'm not sure how to say it without feeling super weird and down. I won't ever have this with my guy anymore. How can I keep replaying scenes from the past without my heart or my cunt or my brain exploding with need and sadness??

At times, I crave his cock in my mouth. I can still feel it. The weight of his balls in my hand. In my mouth. Tasting that first bit of pre-cum. Loving my guy more by opening up my mouth and my heart to his cock. And I cannot have that anymore.
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I so want this first part!! but I feel so sad for the second part :rose:
 
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suckonsimon said:
I watched some nice oral servitude the other day:

Guy with two young lovelies who had been crawling all over each other in front of him and then licking him up for some main course stuff. So the gals got into an on-top 69 with each other, the bottom girl with her head just off the bed. So he moves in, playing up and down the top girl's glisten-slit while the bottom girl licks his shaft. Then his presses home. Which moves the bottom girl onto ball-work with her whole face, eyes, nose, mouth as he fucks the other one. Then perhaps six times he comes out of pussy, presses himself down just a little, and feeds into mouth. With the oral attention the bottom lass was getting to her own pussy from her friend, she was psychologically primed to take a lot. Not quite deepthroat but pressed right up against her point of swallow. Each time he wanted more ball play he'd fuck again. On and on really nicely.

When the money shot came, across both their faces which they then shared, mine came too. The whole heat of the episode was such that I easily did what the gals were doing: all over my lips and chin, that lasting salty tang in my mouth for hours after.

Yeah. Even just the image of Oral Servitude excellently done takes a guy who likes it up to the top story.
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The hottest part. :rolleyes: :devil:
 
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