A fireplace
nakedness
mine/yours
warmth enveloping us both
your cock silhouetted against the flames
your cock erect from your body
rigid, longing to be sucked
to be in my mouth
to feel my saliva bathing its furrows
watching it
unable to avert my gaze
wondering about your texture
a fresh aroma wafting towards me, as the heat vaporizes the oils
of your bath soap
a clean smell of spring …so contrasted with now our snow covered winter field just beyond the windowpane
now not visible in the darkness that surrounds us ….save the light of the fire
you kneel before me… I sit on the hearth …a warm comfort I feel
your cock so close to my lips ….. I see it quiver as if it knows the joy of my mouth around it
as if responding to the flutter in my mind when first I saw it
my mouth agape in absentminded reverence
‘I do like the cock.’ ‘I like to take my time with it.’ I think.
the intimacy of its aggression now so desperately subjugated to my plans for it
so heated a hunger ….it lies in him …..unspeakable …all he can do is project his cock at me…..thrust his hips as might a peacock –display himself in the hope that I will take mercy upon him…….eventually…..
knowing that he would wait an eternity for my lips to make him cum ……..in my mouth… but …..one more time
ritual in its choreography…… a dance of physicality …..danced now for four million years ….perhaps more.
his anticipation is breathless …..he stirs …restless before the length of my drifting stream of thought …..growing more needy by the moment ….now touching himself …..
I see I can no longer suck him in my cortex ……….thus …… I bring his phallus to my lips…
TBC
(to be continued upon my next installment )
