Sometimes I think my sex drive is not normal. Too high. When I was unpartnered it was lower because I didn't have the enticement every day, many times a day. Even when we aren't talking naughty I feel an ache for him.
I love oral sex, giving, worshipping him. I was used to not receiving because my partners rarely ever did it. But my King does it every chance he can. It is the first thing he does when he sees me splayed out and ready for him.
The first pressure of his tongue sends shivers through me, his beard stimulates every nerve around my opening, as he licks he builds me, then he sucks on my clit, drives me wild, and I beg to cum. And he allows.
The way he feels when he enters my wetness, stretching me, almost forcing his way inside me. He moves my body this way, that way, to position me for deeper access, tighter fit, or to be able to thrust more freely and harder.
I'm allowed and my muscles tighten and pulse around his thickness before he stops, before he comes inside me. He knows that I want to get my fill of worshipping his gorgeous thick cock. Such a giving understanding Master.
Grasping him, licking his rim. Taking his head in my mouth, sucking, my tongue swirls. Holding, stroking, my eyes taking in every inch of his perfection. Taking him deep, I gag he groans, throat contracts around him. He stops me.
Fucks my pussy, rough, hard. Pulls out, pushes in. Deep, can't go any farther but tries, making me groan from the pain, feeling him tight against my walls.
Allows me to cum over and over again. Tears from pleasure, tension from almost too much, muscles grasping him, hands gripping to keep stable.
I hear his breath quicken, his groans deepen, his thrusts quicker and harder. He's growing, I feel fuller, he's thicker, he's close.
His seed is life, precious, wanted, needed, and he marks what's his ,with his deep thrust, throbbing, moaning, and I feel his release.
Lay in each other's arms. His touch, light, making me shiver, my body is sensitive. My fingers run over his stomach and thighs, over his hair.
His voice is deep with fulfillment, I can barely think to form a response. I'm high on the knowledge that this Man, my King, desires me this way.
Reality strikes.
Normalcy beckons.
Life interrupts.
Vanilla arrives.
He dresses.
We kiss.
And I say goodbye to this handsome Man who takes such control of me...that I call him my King!