Observations from the deck of experience

 I just need to be naked in bed with her watching movies and eating fatty foods and having sex two or nine times

This was in my email this morning. This is her true cock worship.

Dear Sir, I love your cock.

I love the sight of it.

I love the call of it.

I love everything about it.

I love to watch your cock as it appears slowly as you lower your pants. I love the smell of your musk as it drifts towards my nose like a warm, wafting breeze. The sight of the little slit at the top begging me to kiss, to lightly lick.

I love to kiss it. I love to taste all of it.

I love to admire all of it.

I love to watch the soft sway of your balls as you bend to remove your socks, and how your cock bobs up and down like a lure on the water of my desire for you. Your smooth shaved pubis framing the object of most devoted worship,  that begs for my fingers to stroke.

I love to rub it. I love to rub all of it against my lips.

I love to touch your cock, caress it with my lips closed feeling the silky heat of the skin. I breath your scent deeply, loving the way my head is spinning with intoxication. I run my fingertips up the length of your cock from base to tip, slowly, oh so slowly, rubbing my lips and nose into its base. I look at that smooth, long shaft admiring the deepening pinks and reds as the head begins to blush, bluish veins running the surface like tributaries pulsing with life. I gently kiss the tip with moist, yielding lips. I hear your sharp intake of breath.

I love to kiss it. I love to kiss all of it. To wrap my small, warm hand around it and stroke your velvet skin, to tease you, to play with you, to twirl my fingertips around the head like I twirl a wayward curl out of my eyes. I love to hold your cock when it's soft, only to be thrilled to feel it grow in my palm like a blade of grass that rises to the loving sun. I press my cheek to your balls, feeling your throbbing pulse, the hot skin drawing up slightly at the feel of my warm, moist breath upon those two precious jewels. I love to run my thumb up the underside of your delicious cock, rubbing lightly against the split in the head and traveling still higher to feel the first of your sweet nectar rising to the tip.

I love your cock.

I love to push you down onto the bed to get you comfortable for my worship. Your cock bounces against your thigh, igniting my passion as I watch you shift into a comfortable position, one with pillows propping you high to look into my lust-heavy eyes. I love your helmet shaped head, the heavy weight of your balls between your legs, the way you stomach twitches as I run my fingernails lightly up those wonderfully smooth thighs. I love the ever increasing blush of your skin, swelling as if it entice my lips to envelope you.

I love you cock.

I love the very look of it.

I love to make your pulsing flesh the center of our secret world, where you can be freely unashamed to be nude and vulnerable before me. Where I can be supple before you, throwing aside feminine pride to the need to feel your desirable flesh sliding into my mouth, to taste you, to pleasure you, like this……..

My tongue, flat, wide and full grazes the top of your cock ever so lightly as I settle my body down between your warm thighs, my breasts resting ever so close to your balls, soft and hot against your skin. I slowly drag the ultra-smooth underside of that same tongue back over the top of your sensitive head and down the underside of the shaft to your ever-tightening testicles. I place wet, gentle kisses first on your right testicle then your left, switching between the two, right, left, then right again, nuzzling them with my cheeks and my soft, wavy hair. I rub your balls with my hair, wrapping your cock with the length and slowly raising my head away so that you can feel the silky pull of those soft strands around your flesh. I do this again and again, reveling in your pleasured moans, the sweetest music to my ears.

I dip back to your balls and begin to lap at them like a sweet popsicle on a summer's day, long dragging passes over your hot, salty skin. I love the feel of your skin tightening as you feel the little bumps on my tongue tickling you to new heights of pleasure. Your fingers wind into my hair, tugging very lightly as you feel my fingertip graze over that space between your tight pucker and your balls. I nudge your heavy aching jewels out of the way and place small, soft kisses on that little area of skin; I feel your legs tremble slightly. The tip of my tongue flicks out quickly to touch that tender skin, little fluttering licks to tease gasping breaths out of you.

I lick my way back up to your jewels very lightly nibbling on your soft skin, then taking one then the other; I suck those hot orbs into my mouth, massaging them with my lips, tongue and cheeks. Your legs shake a little more now and much to my pleasure I feel moisture running down my thigh. Your moans are making me dizzy. I know that you love my teasing as much as I do, but I know that I can't go another minute without your extended penetrating flesh in my mouth, and with your fingers pulling a little more firmly at my hair I know that you can't wait much longer either.

You push up eagerly with your hips and I know that your need to feel my warm, wet mouth is very great. I submit my tongue to your will by trailing it full and flat back up your shaft, swirling its spongy wetness around your now purple head, around and around, faster, faster, and tasting your sweet and salty juices, moaning deeply in the back of my throat. You can take it no longer as you grasp both sides of my head and pushing your hips up your delicious cock slides full into my waiting mouth. We both moan loudly as my wetness envelopes your throbbing heat. I can feel your heartbeat on my tongue.

I slide your cock back out of my mouth, lips tugging at your skin, till you are almost out of my wet haven. I suck the head with my soft lips for a second then slide them back down the shaft, moving my tongue from side to side as I go. On the second pass up I very, very lightly run my lips over your hyper-sensitive skin, suck again, and then glide back down, wiggling my tongue against the underside of your shaft yet again. Your body is positively shaking now as I repeat my loving attention over and over, sometimes twisting my head slowly on the down stroke, sometimes sucking you on the up stroke, alternating between sucking your helmet and running my tongue around it in quick circles. You want to cum, you absolutely have to cum.

Your fingertips are barely touching my hair as you are carried on the waves of pleasure rioting through your body, I can feel your concentration against my lips as your cock gets harder than even I thought it could get, your balls tight against your body. You rock your hips faster in time as my mouth delves down your hard flesh. I moan for your release, my body on fire, my thighs soaked to the knees. I cup your tight jewels in one of my palms and rub your quivering pucker with two of the fingers of my other hand. I massage those tight orbs lightly, tapping your squeezing anus with my fingertips as I drive my hot, wet mouth down your rock hard cock, over and over. For just a second I raise my mouth from your aching rod and looking you right in the eyes I ask, "Please?" This proves to be your undoing, between my word, soft lips and tongue, massaging palm, and gently tapping fingers you unravel into my eagerly waiting mouth. Your sweet and salty juices flood my senses, coating my tongue and throat with your pleasure, you're growling groan filling my ears, your body jerking and shaking in the throes of your spurting explosion of lust.

Your cock, my tongue, my hands, your surrender. You cum and cum and cum.

I love your cum....

There is something so beautiful and sensual about the curves of a woman’s body. The  lines of every woman are as different as the shorelines along the oceanfront. Each one beautiful in it’s own way. The way your hips trail gracefully into your waist, the subtle arching curves of your back, your soft round buttocks and bosom. All begging to be caressed, kissed, nibbled, bitten, spanked and simply adored in every way….

I got word from my attorney this afternoon that the judge has signed the papers and my divorce is final.

Her task is finished when you are satisfied with the result and not when she no longer likes it

They fucked in the dark. Face down on the bed as he held her there. Her left hand gripping the tangled bed sheets as she exulted in being taken, her right hand clawing at the mattress with every thrust.

Bodies straining against each other. No words. Silence apart from gasps and moans, from the slap of flesh against flesh.

They’d woken, entwined, her head still resting on his chest. She’d looked up at him, his expression alert but unreadable, his gaze boring into hers. She’d shifted, lifting her chin up to kiss him but stopped as his hands had moved to grip her shoulders.

Without a word, she found herself being turned away from him, pushed face down in the bed. His grip was firm, digging into her skin just enough to be painful, to send that familiar, always-yearned-for sensation washing through her. He’d said no words and neither had she – he’d lifted and moved her like an object. Her breath quickened: he knew her so well.

His hands had lifted from her shoulders. A fingertip traced down her exposed neck and along her spine. Initially gentle, by the time it had reached the small of her back, it was scratching. Hard. She’d reveled in that short trail of pain, arching her back to meet it. He knew her so well.

His hands had gripped her ass cheeks and she’d groaned with that familiar thrill, lifting her hips up to present herself to him even before he could even begin to lift her. Her arms flat on the bed and her breasts crushed against the mattress, she’d stayed in that position. Ass up. Exposed. Waiting. Wet. He knew her so well.

He could have turned on the lights then. The bright bulbs would have illuminated her vulnerability, her readiness to all who could see – and that would have been many. As usual, they hadn’t bothered to shut the curtains. Everyone who lived opposite would have been able to see her and she reveled in the thought of it. She’d imagined that crowd of people pushing their way into the room, eager to see her close up as she was taken, and her head had spun with apprehension and desire, so much desire. An audience of hard cocks and wet cunts, eager to watch and more…

But this time they’d left the lights off. This time had been for them alone. For her to lie there, an object eager to be used. For him to briefly exercise some shreds of self-control, to restrain himself and tease her, make her wait and make her beg, before neither of them could hold back any longer.

He’d traced the curves of her butt with his fingers. Roughly, groping and scratching as she gasped at his touch. He’d pause and she’d wiggle impatiently, signalling her readiness for more. She would have pleaded and he would have called her the filthy names that she knew and loved, but they’d both known the rules for that night: no speaking, only touch and movement. In sync through wordless communication.

She’d urged him on with her hips, her sharp intakes of breath, her groans as his fingers roughly explored her slick cunt. She’d grinned, briefly, as she’d pushed back against him and dragged a wordless cry out of him by rubbing her wet lips along the shaft of his stiff cock. A brief grin that he’d wiped off her face by spanking her ass with staccato smacks from his strong hands. Rapid-fire spanks, reddening her cheeks, that made her whimper and sigh.

He’d lubricated his thumb in her wet cunt then teased her asshole with it. She’d moaned exultantly and pushed back, welcoming him in. The mattress had shifted as he’d changed position and she’d felt his stubble scrape against her ass cheeks as his mouth found her cunt. Kissing, sucking, licking. She’d tried pushing back into him, lost in the sensations, but his free hand had grabbed hold of her right thigh to keep her still. He’d teased her with his lips and tongue while his thumb thrust in and out of her ass, delighting in her whimpers and moans but drawing away when she’d got too excited.

Suddenly, he’d stopped. His touch had fallen away from her skin. Silence. She began to move but a firm hand had pressed down between her shoulder blades. A clear message: stay where you are. She’d eagerly acquiesced, kept her breasts pressed into the mattress and her ass high, signalling her desire with a wiggle. He’d chuckled under his breath and quickly raked his nails down her back. She’d shivered at his touch.

She’d felt the heat of his body against hers. His breath on her neck as he kissed it, just once. She’d let out a moan as she’d felt the tip of his cock rest against her wet lips. There was a pause as he’d kept absolutely still, an unspoken question: did she want this?

She’d reached back and parted her ass cheeks for him, a signal of desire, of consent, of sheer lust that he couldn’t mistake, displaying her eager, ready cunt. And then he’d begun.

He’d gripped her shoulder with one hand, her ass with the other and slowly, agonizingly, he’d inserted himself into her. Short, slow, shallow thrusts. He’d held her tight so she couldn’t move, couldn’t push back and impale herself on what she wanted so badly.

Her only consolation as he’d teased her was that she knew him so well. She’d known that this was torment for him too, that he’d wanted nothing more to thrust hard into her, to bury his cock in her eager cunt, to give into his own lust.

But he’d kept control, of her and of himself. He’d made her wait, as she moaned with delight and frustration, over and over. She’d had no idea how long he’d made her wait, lost in a haze of pleasure and denial.

Then she’d screamed as he thrust his full length into her. One hand on her shoulder, pushing her torso into the bed, the other tight in her hair. Willingly helpless, she pushed back with her ass as he took her, in sync with his movements. Hard, slow thrusts. Again and again. Her body had shaken with each stroke and she’d reveled in his every gasp and grunt each time he buried his cock inside her.

And now they fucked in the darkness. Face down on the bed as he held her there. Her left hand gripping the tangled bed sheets as she exulted in being taken, her right hand clawing at the mattress with every thrust.

No words. Silence apart from sighs and gasps, and the slap of flesh against flesh. Bodies straining against each other. Raw intimacy and primal lust.

Slow thrusts turned to fast as they moved as one, in sync through wordless communication of urgent desire. The silence faded, becoming overwhelmed with grunts and wordless cries of pleasure.

The bed shook. He took her as she lay there, willingly helpless. She pushed back against him, trying to tip him over the edge as he gripped her hips hard and thrust even harder. She unclenched her right hand and began to move it down, reaching underneath to find her cunt. An exultant gasp broke from him as he saw what she was doing. He moved his own right hand in response, grasping her hair in his clenched fist and pulling her head back. Her body shifted. She screamed as the angle of his thrusts changed and yet more pleasure raced through her. His thrusts became more urgent and his shouts mirrored her own.

His cock. Her fingers. It built and built, her body shaking in anticipation. So close. Still building as he thrust into her, the room filled with their wordless cries. So fucking close. His right hand still locked tight around her hair, his left clawing at her ass as he finally lost control. So fucking close now. Yes. Yes. It built and built and wouldn’t stop, and she screamed as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. He thrust into her with primal need, all control lost and the echoes of her cries were drowned out by his moans and shouts as he came, so hard, inside her.

Drenched in sweat, they collapsed on the bed. Silence filled the room, punctuated only by the sounds of their breathing.

And then, a chuckle from him.

She smiled. Satisfied.

A woman should be made love to often - and well. It should start slowly, orally. With deep passionate kisses and intense massage. Then I'm going to fuck you, but I'm going to fuck you slowly. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside you. Slowly, filling you, stretching, relentless. Slowly circling my hips and then I pull back, pause a beat and then ease my way back in. I repeat this motion again and again... until it's driving you insane. My teasing, deliberately slow strokes and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.

I feel you begin to quiver and I pull back and wait. "Oh no sweetheart, not yet" I murmur - then I wait for the quivering to pass and start the whole delicious process again...

“I'm so tired of the rain” you exclaim as the window frames your naked form. I laugh and sit up in the bed, “it's not like we’ve even been outside in the past 72 hours. Why are you worried about it” I ask. You shrug - your breasts roll. I slip behind you, and wrap my arms around your waist, brushing your sensitive nipples and pulling you tight against me. Our skin creates a seal locking us together. My hands begin to explore your body, and in response, You moan softly your approval. You feel my dick rise, and make its presence again known, bumping into you. You turn to me and kiss me forcefully while guiding me back to bed. I fall on my back, erection waving proudly as you crawl towards me.

You wrap your soft/strong hand around the base of my cock and slowly stroke upwards. With your fingernails you tease me, for what feels like hours, before engulfing my whole member in your mouth. My eyes roll back in amazement, as you proceed to bob up and down, sucking with every stroke, from base the tip... and back to the base... You massage my bulging balls. You then straddle my leg and lower your clit onto my calf and begin to rock, grinding your already enraged clit into my leg. Your whimpers and groans are muffled by my dick, filling your mouth. The more intense the feeling grows in your pussy, the stronger you suck me. You suddenly release my cock, and let your screams fill the air. Breathing heavily, you dismount my leg and fall on your back into the sheets. "More?" I ask, as you self pleasure for my enjoyment. With an evil glint in your eye and a tiny smirk, you reply,,, "Always Sir..."

She fulfilled his every desire all weekend. She sucked his cock until he could cum no more, fucked him like his own personal whore and cooked for him like a gourmet chef.

She was his Goddess.

Now was the time he worshiped her and cared for her.

He always made sure to have tender moments of appreciation for her and her alone.

My right hand milking my full firm cock. Your naked attentive body waiting anxiously to please me. You touch my hand and take over the milking motions for me

You bury your head into me, taking me deeply into your mouth/throat. You hear my moan of pleasure and you smile around my firmness knowing you have made me happy. You gag lightly. You don't do that much anymore as you have become very skilled in these every morning sessions. The kettle whistles and you give me a hollow cheek slurp and a slow tongue circle before preparing a civilized morning tea. The perfect start of the day