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Oct. 12th, 2010 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
switchkitty78In response to a half teasing request for a quick round of ninja sex, I dropped the blinds in the living room, knelt on the floor and treated Kittyboy to a good long cock sucking on the living room couch.
I love giving head, in case I have never made that explicitly clear. I do though, all of it, love holding a cock in my mouth and throat, love the challenge of seeing how far back and how fast I can take it, love running my tongue all around the head and along the bottom, love the way cocks change texture and hardness under my efforts. Mostly I love the moment when I can press my nose against Kittyboy's crotch and feel the curls tickle my face; that's usually the sweet spot where if I tighten up my jaw just right, I can get him to moan. But yeah, there's something about going down on someone that just hits my brain in such a way that I kinda zone out a little bit and hit kind of a trance state, just get lost in the taste, smell, and rhythm of it. Kittyboy has said that I'm the first person he's dated that didn't treat going down on him like a chore or a massive favor. I suppose having a bit of an oral fixation and not too triggery of a gag reflex helps.
Afterward I straddled his lap and kissed him as he dug his fingers into my hips and slid into me; I remember closing my eyes, pressing my cheek against his and just hanging on for the ride. It was hard, fast, and intense, and over reasonably quick for both of us, but that didn't make it any less fun; there was a kiss and a moment of conspiratorial grinning as we were both still entwined and coming down; there might have been a fair amount of glow, tingle, smirk and swagger on my part for the rest of the night...
I love giving head, in case I have never made that explicitly clear. I do though, all of it, love holding a cock in my mouth and throat, love the challenge of seeing how far back and how fast I can take it, love running my tongue all around the head and along the bottom, love the way cocks change texture and hardness under my efforts. Mostly I love the moment when I can press my nose against Kittyboy's crotch and feel the curls tickle my face; that's usually the sweet spot where if I tighten up my jaw just right, I can get him to moan. But yeah, there's something about going down on someone that just hits my brain in such a way that I kinda zone out a little bit and hit kind of a trance state, just get lost in the taste, smell, and rhythm of it. Kittyboy has said that I'm the first person he's dated that didn't treat going down on him like a chore or a massive favor. I suppose having a bit of an oral fixation and not too triggery of a gag reflex helps.
Afterward I straddled his lap and kissed him as he dug his fingers into my hips and slid into me; I remember closing my eyes, pressing my cheek against his and just hanging on for the ride. It was hard, fast, and intense, and over reasonably quick for both of us, but that didn't make it any less fun; there was a kiss and a moment of conspiratorial grinning as we were both still entwined and coming down; there might have been a fair amount of glow, tingle, smirk and swagger on my part for the rest of the night...
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