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October 30, 2006 Leave a comment Go to comments


Him, on my bed. Me, crouched between his legs. To a slave, there is no sweeter, half-gasped, half-groaned sound. There is no feeling more satisfying than that of those last few, desperate thrusts into the mouth and throat; having that familiar salty musk pervading the senses. Feeling large strong hands forcing my head down, down all the way to the base, as his cum glides down my throat.


That is actually a memory, up there. That happened awhile ago. But I’ve been recalling that one, gutteral utterance for awhile now. It echoes in my head, followed immediately by the same warm glow I felt then.

I miss it.

Categories: sex, submission
  1. Shon Richards
    October 31, 2006 at 4:40 pm

    That was a great snapshot of a moment.

    Motherfucker indeed

  2. nell
    November 1, 2006 at 2:01 pm

    mmhmmmindeed 🙂

  3. His fucktoy
    November 2, 2006 at 11:26 pm

    Mmm, i know exactly what warm glow you speak of *s* Very nicely written in that dreamy undertone sorta way!

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