It was an unusually hectic week, so busy that my mind has only turned to thoughts of fucking with a little help from friends.
I had a quickie bathroom 3 break yesterday–thinking about your tip peeping out from the leg of your boxers. Thinking just how much I would like to make it grow from that state of soft, tender and ready for my mouth–to rock solid. thinking about your smell– the smell of fabric and cock–one of my favorite scents. Drifting–I inhale deeply. You twitch and my lips part in response.
As my mind aimlessly wanders into into images of your cock–ones you have sent, ones I have made up in my mind. I think about being on my knees, between your legs. I love your thighs–I imagine the heat and the strength of them surrounding me, while my mouth begins to understand your cock.
Licking and surrounding your tip with my tongue, my circles elicit pre-cum. Your body slides into the comfort of the action. My slim, yet powerful jimmyjane vibes my pussy out. My cunt is throbbing and my head is pulsing as the blood begins to pound harder in my body. I was in a hurry, but did not want to be.
The thoughts became disjointed the closer I was coming to bringing myself off. Plunging my finger deep into the walls of my pussy, I surround the, pull them in wanting it to be your cock–my cunt creamy and wet.
I was in a hurry or would have slowed myself down at that point, instead I sped the thought process up.
I thought about how you would taste in my mouth, if there was just a drop forming for me to lick off. Then I was around you, your cock– my mouth being filled. My tongue sliding all over you. You balls filling my mouth, embraced by my tongue–as my hands stroke your curve, locked between your thighs–devouring your cock, fucking my own pussy.
More disjointed thoughts…everything fell away the sounds–the buzz of the florescent lighting–the quite vibe of the new toy—all dissipated to the hum in my head, and you were deep inside my mouth and I came–with a jerk to my body and a small rush of liquid.
image from The Art of Blowjob


lovely as always. just lovely.
you get me there. time and again.
yummy!!
FABRIC!…yes!…I hadn’t been able to put my finger on the background scent that I think of when I see a picture of a blowjob…
wb: thanks!
max: oh sweet max…how I would really like to get you there.
winterboy: thanks.
jewel: yes and laundry soap, cock, sweat, the ocean, must, ah cock!