Category : Diary/Journal
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I feel a luscious desire building deep inside to pay homage to his soul as I delight in his body. As I settle my mouth over him and press my tongue against him, a sigh sways my heart.
His pleasure is what I need. I crave to give him a succession of scintillating feelings. I yearn to gaze at him and listen to his response as he bathes in these sensations.
I long for him to feel spellbound, relaxed and light-headed as he softly strokes my hair.
I want to feel the anticipation as his release builds. I want him to feel my anticipation, my craving to taste him, to feel his soul in my mouth as my hand cradles his sensitive flesh.
I long to hear his laboured and uneven breaths, liberating him, with no rush, no hurry, allowing him to build with intensity, until he quivers and trembles, his soul spilling into my mouth. My lips don't leave him until all has exploded from his body.
I look up at his face, before pressing my lips to his. And finally, I see contentment in his eyes, as they sweetly thank me. I thank him too for allowing me the honour of tasting the sweetness of his soul.
