I love that there is a bird called “swallow.”
It’s a beautiful word.
I am too impatient, too wanting, too reminiscent and in my fantasies, just too damn horny to try to find any type of relationship between the characteristics of this bird and the events that happened that night in which I “accidentally” swallowed his cum, because they could apply to any bird almost. I was high that night, high as a kite, and birds fly. Go figure. It’s my pussy doing the talking right now and if you want coherent sentences then go to my other blog. This blog is supposed to make you wanna suck and fuck.
In other words, “get like me!”
But…we were HIGH. I loved it. You know those little cartoons that you see always see associated with the 1960’s? I saw those pictures. I was TRIPPIN’. And it was a sexy night anyway. I guess we just had to see each other. I didn’t arrive at his home until 1:00 AM. Maybe later, I don’t remember. I said “What are you doing up?” He had to go to work the next day. “I wanted to see you.”
Damn I love a man of few words.
So we chilled. I laughed. He played music. His cousin played on the computer. He sat next to me and I laughed into his shoulder. He said something to his cousin in Twi about me. I couldn’t let it go and asked through my laughter,”what are you saying about me?”
“I said you’re high.”
“Oh.” Bitch, calm down… I laid my head on his shoulder again and gave in to my need to say nothing, even if what I wanted to say was light ‘n’ fun.
Sometimes even I know when I need to “relax my pussy,” (I got that line from my friend.)
As soon as his cousin left, I got on top of him, straddling his substantial chocolate-y dark muscular body. I was so turned on that I was ready to be turned out.
His hands are so huge, complete with long fingers and they can palm my ass like a good pair of hands should. I probably inhaled him a few times, burying my face in his neck and taking a deep inhale… While learning how to handle all of his length and get the tip of his dick all the way to the back of my slick wet throat over the past few days, I realized that breath control was a major part of deep-throating a nice rock hard cock; a cock that was slippery and wet with spit; making my pussy wet as well.
Note that the vagina is just another throat and the throat behaves like a vagina in many ways….It can stretch to accommodate things that it wants to receive: like cucumbers, dildos, and deliciously dark dicks. It’s self lubricating too.
I realized this link when I was taking a break from massage school before going to work with the kids later that day…I had scheduled myself a regular masturbation session.
When I put my finger deep into my pussy, all the way to the back, trying to reach my g-spot and further, I realized every time I swallowed that the walls of my vagina would contract.
But you have to be relaxed to stretch, do you not?
And slow, deep breathing helps to relax, does it not? Think about it.
…I felt like I was in college again. Someone could come downstairs and catch us. It made it all the more hot.
I wanted to please him. I made it my personal mission, not for him, but really, for me. It was getting to the point where I was probably enjoying the blow jobs more than he was. And it wasn’t like a job anymore, its was more like a fun exercise in receiving his energy in a way I never thought about before. I could literally feel electricity coming off his dick onto my hand when I would play with it and massage it before “giving it a kiss,” as he would always request me to do.
I wanted to get to a point where he would trust me to do what he liked without him having to tell me. But if tonight was any indication of what was to come, I think that will be possible…
He had asked me to swallow, or how I felt about swallowing. I said I would do it, if I wanted to. I wasn’t against it…
So he’s sitting on the couch, and I’m working magic on that dick. I feel otherworldly and not in my body. I don’t know if I would have been able to stop had “Aunty” come downstairs. I don’t know if I cared.
He was enjoying it so much and it turned me on to see his faces and to hear him tell me that it felt so good…my mouth was so wet and I would alternate between licking his balls and deep-throating…all at his direction, and I would ask him in a breathy voice “does it feel good…” I don’t think he was really interested in talking beyond giving directives, which he likes to do.
“Lick under balls,” he said and I found this spot that was smooth and I was focusing on receiving all his energy at once, I felt things in my stomach and in my pussy that I usually wouldn’t feel, “I never felt that before” I remember him saying…
For the last time I was damn near swallowing his dick from balls to tip, he was holding me there, and breathing harder, and all of a sudden, it was like time had reversed and I felt his warm cream flood my entire mouth, and THAT’S when I realized that the hole of his penis was touching the back of my throat and and I felt it shoot there and flow like a river down my esophagus to my stomach…I got up almost not realizing what I did. I just know that I had to resist the urge to feel and say that I was “tricked.”
I loved it, I wanted it, and afterwards I lay in his arms and just kinda of held his dick there, to my face. I just wanted to feel it there. I didn’t wanna let it go right away, and he was sensitive to the touch. We were cracking up because he says that my sated-ness and sedateness was an after affect of swallowing cum…and I wondered…just what had happened on a metaphysical level…
I felt butterflies and cum in my stomach. And yes….I was full.