This Isn’t A Love Story

This isn't a love story.

This isn't about a romantic evening we had together on a corporate-ruined holiday. No, this is a story of lust.

Don't buy me flowers.

Don't buy me candy.

Don't bother with the card.

Show me.

Tell me.

Touch me.

Give me orgasms. Give me wetness. Give me goose bumps. It doesn't cost anything but your time and effort. We both will benefit from this transaction, I assure you.

Fuck me.

Use me.

Hurt me.

A lasting mark, soreness and a memory is going to be substantial and shows me that you really care about my wants, my needs and me.

Give me what I want and I will show you my appreciation with my mouth. Dragging my body down as your hand is wrapped around your hard on. Flicking the head of your cock with my tongue. Pushing your hand around the base of your cock as I slowly suck up and a little further down, back up and even further down. Making my way to your hand. Hearing your gasps and your moans. Your hand falls away as I push your cock into my throat. You slur, "Yessss" and your hands hold my hands that are placed on the bed. As I suck my tongue runs along the underside of your cock. I know this area is sensitive to you and I know how much you like the tip of my tongue pressed against the head as I make my way back up. I pry my mouth from your cock licking down, down and lick at your balls. Sucking your balls into my mouth. You like this with another slurred, "Yessss". I love pressing your cock against my face and then sucking the underside back to the top again.

I want you to come.

I want you to come in my mouth.

I want to swallow your come.

I start to fuck your cock with my mouth. I can feel your body tensing and slightly releasing. Tensing. Tensing. Tensing. Your hands grab a hold of my left hand as my right hand wraps around the base of your cock. I can feel the veins pulsing and filling as you let out an audible, "Fuuuckkk." Your body jerking as your cock unloads into my mouth. Swallowing every drip down. Softly and tenderly sucking as your cock retreats. Your grip loosens and your panting subsides.

This wasn't a love story, no; it was a story of lust.

Republished with permission from Dark Gracie. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo by John B. Root.