Cock Sucking Phone Sex – Rhia Loves To Suck Cock Part 1
To be honest, I love sucking cock. I suppose I could say it more politely: I enjoy fellatio, or I like oral sex. But the truth is, I like saying it almost as much as I like doing it. Let’s not hide behind pretty words here: I like sucking cock, the down-and-dirty act of it; I get off on the mouth-to-penis equation if you will. Just talking about it starts a fire in my belly and dampness between my thighs, and a pang of hunger from the firm, hot flesh between my lips. I like everything about it. I like the taste of it. This one is obvious, I guess. Skin doesn’t really have much flavor, unless it’s been a hot day, and even then, the saltiness of clean sweat just sort of adds to it, really.
Lick your arm if you’re curious; so long as your partner is of even casual hygiene, that’s about what it tastes like. Sometimes soap, if they’ve washed recently. The big thing, though, is the taste of cum, of course. Semen, ejaculate, spooge, baby batter, man sauce; whatever you want to call it. Seriously, every man tastes a little different. Diet and who knows what else goes into it, but under it all is that thick, heavy flavor that suddenly fills your mouth, letting you know that you’ve brought another person a moment of complete and utter bliss. Also, I like the smell of it. Clean or sweaty, soap and cologne, or sweat and musk. Smelling is one of the most powerful senses for all of us. However, you like it – and I have reasons to like it all.
Sucking cock comes with all sorts of smells.
The smell surrounds you, fills you, invades you; it’s as intimate as the act itself, drowning in that scent, letting it carry your mind and raise your arousal to dizzying heights. At least, that’s what it does for me. If I bother wearing panties that day, sometimes, a whiff is enough to ensure that they don’t stay dry. Arousal has its own scent too, and there’s little so exciting as knowing your partner is as turned on as you are. Obviously, I like how it feels, in my hands, and in my mouth. Also, I like sucking on soft cocks, a tender, pliant bit of flesh for my tongue and lips to tease, licking it gently and lipping at it, sometimes nibbling lightly with careful teeth; letting my fingers trail over the soft skin, cupping the heavy sack below, testing the weight and texture of his balls.
Clearly, I love it when they grow hard in my mouth, feeling the cock I’m tasting slowly expand and fill the space, hardening and firming and lengthening so that I can take longer strokes, crown to base. I like sucking on hard cocks, the firm hot flesh under smooth soft skin, feeling it twitch and quiver; running my tongue over the veins and ridges and especially flicking lightly just along that part, the funnily-named frenulum. Of course, I love the feeling of hands in my hair, guiding, encouraging, maybe pressing just a little bit, a little demanding, a little forceful. Desperate. I like knowing they want more and knowing that I could give it to them, and holding back just a bit, making them want and want.
To be continued. . .
Be sure to check out my audio for this blog, as well as my other sinful stories.
XoXo,
877-716-2084
1
