Sinful Sunday: Flick

I love feeling your mouth on my cock. The upward turn at the corner of your lips as you push them down over the head and ease me to the back of your throat. The way your face changes the longer you suck it – the pink flush that blooms outwards on each cheek, and the tears that gather and threaten to spill out of your eyelids. The cushioned glide of your tongue along the underside of the shaft.

But sometimes – every once in a while – I don’t want your mouth on my cock at all.

Sometimes I want you just out of reach, so I can see how much you need to suck it. Sometimes I want you to work for that feeling of fullness in your mouth and throat – for the sting and the splutter and the spit that coats your chin and glistens on the head of my dick.

Sometimes I want you to be a good girl. A good girl who knows how to say “please”, and “thank you”, and “yes Sir, yes I would like that very much”.

Can you do that? On your knees? I think you can. Head up, that’s it. Show me your mouth. Open wide. Good.

What’s that? You think you’re ready to suck it? Oh dear, no. Not by a long chalk. First you’re going to get it good and wet. Yes, with your tongue. No no, don’t put it away. Stick it out.

Further.

A bit more.

Perfect. Ok…now flick.

(Credit for this image goes to the lovely Monika from Team Godemiche, who accompanied us on a little photo adventure after the Eroticon Meet & Greet last Friday…)