I'm not sure I have the vocabulary to explain how I feel about oral sex.

It shouldn't excite me like it does. Realistically, when I'm not actively participating, I can understand that for me it's mostly just suckling with some less common bodily fluids mixed in. Yet, when I close my eyes, I can feel it.

How it smells, how it tastes. How it feels on my skin. I'm transported back to my knees, just rubbing my face into it, feeling how it permeates and attaches to me. In a way, it's my perverse happy place.

I'd be lying if I said that was all of it, though. I may have spent time idly practicing on silicone, but it's not like the true joy comes from the kissing and licking. It comes from the one who has graced me with their presence.

The joy comes from the simple things. The grunts and moans, the whines and whimpers. The little noises and breaths that are let out as I worship. It comes from the bucking, the pressure on my face and the pressure on the back of my head, your fingers snaking their way through my hair, barely grasping yet effortlessly manipulating me like I'm nothing more than a toy.

My absolute favorite part, though, is the context. The way I get to know you, the way you get to know me. How I see you flush when I put my hair up in a ponytail. How the sound of your belt unbuckling subconciously calls me between your legs. When you decide I've talked enough for now, that you'd rather cum than hear me babble any longer, that's what's addicting to me.

I love how our relationship adjusts. At first you're overly grateful, insisting I don't have to do it once a day, minimum. Then, you begin actually asking for it, expecting it. We stop having other kinds of sex. A while longer and I'm suddenly in trouble if I'm not on my knees, stripped, tongue out ready to go as soon as you get back from work.

The idea that you just keep me around to get off on, that my pleasure isn't important in this scenario, that's what turns me on so much. The praise that comes as I slowly get better at it, being progressively trained to get you off as effectively as possible is intoxicating.

What I live for is hearing you catch your breath, sit back up as I methodically clean every inch, my face still wet and sloppy. I live to hear 'Good girl...' as your fingers scritch through my hair, just an owner praising their obedient pet.

Would you help me through this fixation? :) come hang out and make my lazy sunday morning more interesting...

just lookin to chat, long term with people that I find eloquent and interesting. if this is still up I'm still lookin.

me: I go by molly! pics on my profile but I'm 5'6, pale white, long curly brown hair, glasses, 130 lbs. In case you couldn't tell, I'm most often submissive and on bottom, though that doesn't mean I don't have standards or it doesn't take effort to get that side of me

kinks: dom / sub, pet-play, gender-play, some degradation, breeding, free-use, older partners, cheating / cuckoldry, body worship, praise, body writing / marks, exhibitionism and probably more

limits: vomit, vore, scat, farts, etc