Dear Sir,
I want the taste of your cock in my mouth.
I do.
I want your throbbing warmth to fill my cheeks.
I want you to watch me suck and slobber on it like I’ve been starved for a month and your cum is my first chance for nourishment.
Cum.
Warm cum.
Please, let me take it from you.
Drool will run from my mouth as I plunge my wet lips down, down until your tip runs out of mouth, until it’s squeezed into the tight grip of my throat, until the controlled gagging pulsates all around you…
Until all that remains in your lap is my face, nose buried in your body as red luscious lips fight insatiably against your pelvic bone for every last centimeter of the dick that was once there.
And you can take hold of my head. Dig your fingers into my skull.
I’ve trained my throat to be an instrument of pleasure. Please, God, play it. Compose that beautiful song of male satisfaction, the chorus of your moans among the glugging.
That’s all I want, Sir.
When you return my mouth I want to come up for breath, look into your eyes, and see them drunk with gratification. I want to whisper affirmations of my whorishness while the slobber and precum spill down my chin. I want to watch your eyelids twitch and quiver as I take you in my hand and tug fast and hard with that single concentrated purpose.
You’d look back into my eyes and you’d know: throughout the day I am another thing entirely, but tonight, at this moment only, all that I am—all that I want to be—is a submissive servant of lust.
Just for you.
Your.
Little.
Slut.
Then my mouth will be back. Just on the tip as I milk the shaft with an accelerating grip.
Within that warm cage, my tongue will hold those most sensitive inches of you hostage, and your whole body with it. I’ll carve out the crevices of every little, tightened muscle. I’ll put my hands on your thighs and feel those quads squirm with every flutter of my tongue.
Please, let me do it…
Let me make the dam that withholds all the orgasmic potentials of your body mine to destroy.
Let me make it crack and fissure under my unrelenting assault.
Let me make your fingernails dig into your palms.
Let me make your toes curl.
Let me make your back bend.
Let me make your trembling ankles rise from the bed.
Let me make the entire world disappear beyond the torturous pressure about to be released between your legs…
…Please, Sir, I am begging you with every little inch of my slutty heart…
Let me make you cum.
