I Want, by Brekken Jameson (guest post special!)

I was really pleased with the response to yesterday’s post – I thought it was a pretty decent piece of writing, and that whole greedy oral scenario just makes me really hot under the collar, so when other people seemed to dig it too, it felt like a job well done.

The cherry on top came a short while ago, when an email from Brekken Jameson hit my inbox. Brekken is a “wordsmith, cool chick, farmer’s daughter & wanton sex goddess” from the Midwest who makes me laugh on Twitter, and who often has nice things to say about the stuff I post – a quality I think pretty much every blogger and amateur writer really appreciates. She got in touch via DM last night with her verdict on the post:

“Excellent piece! I was thinking about the opposite version of it all afternoon – my husband could be in trouble later…!”

…and apparently he was! I don’t know exactly what ‘Want’ inspired last night, but judging by the super-sexy piece of writing that Brekken sent me just now, I think I have a fair idea. Check it out…

I Want

I want you in my mouth.

I can hear you getting out of the shower; smell the freshness of your soap. I ache for the feel of your cock on my tongue.

I want you standing in front of me, wet, the steam wafting through the room as I get down on my knees to take your balls in my mouth.

I want to suck on them, enjoying your skin as it changes from cool to hot.

I want to taste every inch of your cock. Not all at once, slowly. First the head, tightening my lips around it and swirling my tongue over it. I have an insatiable need for your juices. You know how much I love to taste you; the sweet saltiness that fills my mouth and drips on my lips is something I ache for. But not yet.

I want to maintain your gaze, keep you in the moment with me. Looking up as your cock slides a little deeper into my mouth I know you’re struggling to hold back. You love seeing me on my knees, vulnerable.

I want you to grab my hair, pulling it through your fingers as you begin to control the rhythm while fucking my mouth.

I want to reach around, feel your ass in my hands, the damp skin now covered in goose bumps. It won’t be long. You needn’t say it; your body betrays you as your legs begin to shake. I love knowing that I am the one doing this to you. The feral sounds you make when your brain can no longer find the words evokes a primal need in me. Your cock somehow manages to get harder, bigger.

I want you to come. I always want you to come. I want to overwhelm your limits and test my own. Because in that moment when you lose control I will be so wet, so hot, it will be all I can do to not climb on top of you.

I want those low guttural moans, the ones that warn me of your surrender and the hot juice that soon will flow down my throat.

I want to close my mouth around your cock, capturing every delicious drop that comes out as you give in to your need. I’ll dig my nails in to the flesh of your ass to make sure we don’t lose the pace as I devour you. In and out. In and out. I’ll be careful not to reject a single drop that you’re giving me. And as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding I’ll release your beautiful dick, gently kissing the tip as it falls, spent.

Because, no matter what, I really want you in my mouth.