The Imitation of ‘Him’!

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“What I have given, I can take away and restore when it pleases Me. What I give remains Mine, and thus when I take it away I take nothing that is yours, for every good gift and every perfect gift is Mine.”

  • Thomas à Kempis – The Imitation of Christ.

Blow job – a passion.

James et moi 1

If you were in front of me now, I’d be drawing on all of my restraint and control. Nonetheless, I’d automatically sink to my knees open my mouth and involuntarily my tongue would lick at my lips in eager anticipation. I’d draw in closer, so you could feel my breath quicken and the moan at the back of my throat reverberate through my lips and gently echo across your cock. Your glistening, throbbing head would be just too tempting and my lips would have an overwhelming need to touch it.

At the first touch your scent assails my senses and another moan escapes me. I widen my lips so your head may enter the warmth of my mouth. I suck my cheeks in and keep the pressure on with my lips and snake my tongue around and around your slit, licking at the pre-cum. That sweet nectar assails my senses, only one little precious drop glides down my throat, I want more. My tongue darts around searching, creating more. I lift my head and stop, squeeze your head and two perfect drops appear, glistening and invite me to taste. I gently lick the first one, drawing away slowly, until there is an umbilical cord running from your head to my tongue. Finer than a cobweb, delicate like lace and more precious than caviar, I do not want to waste an iota. I slowly wrap my lips around the thread and draw it into my mouth, savouring every millimeter. The second drop is still glistening, coruscating and is so scintillating that I can no longer wait. I kiss it, it sits on my lip, I place my tongue on it and the explosion of taste besieges my buds. That sweet nectarous taste quickly followed by an underlay of saltiness and then the slightest hint of what is to come. I gaze into your eyes, lick my lips, smile with pleasure and open my mouth. My tongue is writhing with desire, I coil it around your throbbing veins. I spend moments, hours, relishing them. I push on down taking you in millimeter by millimeter, continually sucking and caressing you with my lips and tongue. – There is something indescribable erotic about having your mouth filled completely with a throbbing, pulsing and demanding cock.

You grab hold of my head and control utterly all of my movements. You push yourself in deeply, so deep that I choke, withdraw and then start all over again. Slowly at first, each time you withdraw you up the tempo by a beat, until you are ramming your cock into my mouth and I am gasping for breath. Tears of joy are streaming down my face. There is nothing but my mouth and your cock ramming into it. Rhythm takes control. A serenity descends upon me; there is but this moment. I no longer think, I just feel. I am there to be used for your pleasure I am a part of you, you are part of me The muchacha is waving through me, my pussy is pulsating, juices flow, nerves tingle. I snake my tongue around the base of your cock and the next time you ram your cock into my mouth you slip down my throat. You stop, let go of my head and place your hands around my throat and feel yourself deep inside. I slowly inch my head up, you slip out of my throat. I gasp for breath, with you still in my mouth. My tongue streaks out again and encompasses your cock and slides down to the base you re-enter my throat and you slam yourself in as deep as you can go: balls deep Your hands tighten gently around my throat and You tilt my head back and forth. It is incredible, that feeling of fullness, so much like being fucked and yet so different. Desire courses through me; my thighs are streaked with juices. My lips are a waterfall; drops of saliva turn into a cascade as they journey onto to my breasts.

Your cock is thickening. I feel a thickening at the base of my throat, you withdraw and slam yourself straight back in, once, twice and on the third entry my mouth is flooded with your cum. I can’t swallow as your cock is still violently ejaculating at the back of my throat. Instead your cum drips down from my lips. Shockwaves curse through me, I judder, shake out of control. As you withdraw some of your cum slides down my throat and the feeling of fullness leaves me.

The taste of you is over powering, that initial saltiness, with just the slightest touch of honey and then you, plums sweet and sour all at the same time. I savour, relish the layers of flavour that overpower and seduce my taste buds. I have a need to swallow, to taste, nay devour, the essence of this delectable gift you have given me. The urge is too strong, I swallow greedily and my mouth and throat is overpowered with the taste of you, uniquely you.

You bend, your finger gentle scoops up some drops and you bring your finger to your lips to taste. You lift my head, compelling me to raise my eyes and look deeply into yours. I see volumes, eternity, completeness, serenity, and understanding of what I am, what I mean to you.

The Master’s Creed

I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent, or wiser. I am not dominant because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master.

I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honour.

You are a woman. You are not weak or inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.

We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We each recognise and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfil our needs.

You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty, and the faithfulness of your heart. You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; you have given me dominance over you.

What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman could give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind. I dominate you only because you have allowed it. I dominate only because you have allowed me to and when I see your body kneel before me, in my mind and heart you are raised above all other woman, and all the treasures of the earth. What you give freely can not in reality be bought.

(author unknown)