Blowhard, all talk and no action? I think not.
This has been an UNFORGETTABLE ‘round the world tour! In creativity, diversity, you've blown us away.
How many times and in how many different ways can we pay homage to cock sucking! Many, many it seems. A selfless act, it is the most reverential one can perform, giving exquisite pleasure without reciprocation. But the Pavlovian effect is undeniable. Just the thought of silky smooth skin, the soft cushion of the head over the rigid shaft on my upper lip...
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I’m six to nine hours ahead of most of you in time, and borrowing an internet connection, I really appreciate any and all comments you might make and I’ll reply as soon as I can, but if I don't get back to you right away you can be sure it's because I'm in a place where they are forcing me to stuff my face with all manner of Italian delicacies...well maybe not THAT one...
Today we are on an ancient volcanic Mediterranean island in the bay of Naples. At the far end of a natural stone jetty the dark stone castle of Aragon is perched high on top of a massive sea lapped rock. Narrow winding roads, flanked by dark green umbrella pines and citrus trees suspended at angles, lead from the seaport up into the hillsides. The damp spring air is a sweet and salty mix of fragrances of violet wisteria flower and the sea.
Here is a fantasy in which everything in the world may not be picture perfect, but is potently arousing nonetheless. (from ruthiesclub.com)
Whenever I See His Face
MY LOVER is the most beautiful man in the world. But when I think of him, I don’t picture his face.
When I think of him, I think of his cock. His broad, hard, straight cock, its taut sheath, its ripples, its soft cushioned lip against mine. Its long slit teasing my tongue, I taste its sweet liquid. I nestle my nose in its insertion near his balls. I smell his musky scent.
I evoke the sensation of gently sucking one testicle into my mouth, feeling it slip in his scrotal sac. I release it and suck the other in. Cupping his magnificent balls in my warm palm, I glide my tongue up the corpus to the tip of his penis and engulf it in my mouth. With a gentle undulation of my tongue, I suck lightly, at first, until he begs me to suck harder.
When I think of him, I think of his cock. The extreme sensation arouses me. My nipples tingle, my labia throb, my clit twinges, and my cunt contracts. My inner thigh muscles weaken. I am instantly wet.
I envision his big, muscular body, his long, large bones. I imagine his weight on me. I think of his cock as he presses against me, I feel his powerful thrust. The tension in his thighs. His slow build up. The way he glides in and out. Then his quick staccato rhythm. I feel him come, jerking into me.
When I think of him I think of his cock, and his insatiable appetite. I want him now. I see his scarred and battered face and I am aroused anew.