Birthday blow job

An unedited sketch

I slip in your room, so quiet. You’re expecting me, but you’ve fallen asleep before I could arrive.

The scent of you fills the air, seeping into me until I feel heavy with you. Your cologne, the heat of your body, your very essence makes me hungry.

I ease between your sheets into the warmth beneath. My bare body adds to the heat, but I don’t press against you just yet. No, I’ll wake you slowly.

Ducking under the covers, I breathe you in. I move close enough to touch and let my breath brush across your chest. The darkness hides you from me, but I know the tiny nub of your nipple pebbles. I let my fingertips trail down your side and smile as you shiver in your sleep.

Do you know I’m there? You will soon enough.

I let my hand find that vulnerable part of you, the part that hardens and divides and makes me vulnerable. A gentle touch already brings it to life. My mouth waters and I just can’t tease either of us. Not tonight.

I slide down the bed, my body barely brushing yours. Your legs part as I hold you and I settle between. I lean in for a little lick and you jerk. You taste as good as you smell here so one lick is never enough.

My lips suck in the tip of you, engulfing just that much and nursing at you gently. It’s when you moan in your sleep that I take more of you into my mouth, turning a moan into a choke growl.

God, I love this. I love inhaling your scent, having you deep in my mouth, tasting you on my tongue, giving you pleasure. It arouses me like nothing else.

I take as much as I can until I gag on you. I don’t stop even as your hips thrust up and your hand finds the back of my head to hold me steady. I need to make you come, I need to swallow every bit of you down.

Licking down the length of you, I kiss the furred sac beneath. One round orb fills my mouth and I suck until you groan. The other gets equal treatment.

Just to surprise you, I dip lower. My tongue teases the stretch of skin and eases down to circle your tight hole. Your legs bend up as though begging me to linger there and I lick again because I know you love it.

You’re back in my mouth before you know it. Aiming for the back of my throat just to gag me with the thrust of your hips. I suck hard, seeking what I want even as I give you what you need.

Sliding down, sucking back up, covering you in spit and pre come as we both reach for that which we hunger.

You’re unrestrained with your moans now, tugging at my hair hard as you near the end.

You love the swirl of my tongue, the suction of my mouth, the warm wetness coating you, your loss of control.

And then you’re over the edge, spilling on my tongue and down my throat in a way that almost makes me explode.

I suck, holding you inside until you’re soft and sensitive. Only then do I leave the sex scented heaven of the covers and press myself against you.

I’ll whisper happy birthday against your lips and let you taste yourself on my tongue. I’ll make a point to promise another next year.

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  1. Warm Creme

    Such a lovely gift! I don’t know who wouldnenjoy this present more, me or Mr. WC! I ADORE his manhood and I love his warm creme gift that I get in return! Yummy!

    Thank you, Cara for such a delicious treat!

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          1. Warm Creme

            Ann, I don’t know if I can get my thought across entirely. I love and am moved by what Cara writes. I just feel a connection to her.

            We are both on a journey and are moving very slowly.

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  2. Dawn D

    Ah, I could feel it, I wanted to be there, the soft warmth… sigh!
    A birthday treat anyone would enjoy I’m sure!
    And may I add I’m jealous of your writing? 🙂

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      1. Dawn D

        I’m sure there are a lot of people ho are, they just haven’t told you in so many words yet!

        I write because it feels good to let go of everything that churns inside my head. But I don’t master your usage of pretty words and imagery. I wish I did, but I don’t *shrugs*
        One day maybe I’ll grow into it? Right now I feel silly when I try to use pretty words. :-/

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          1. Dawn D

            See, I say pretty words, you say flowery prose…
            You make my point for me 😉

            I may have it in me. One day it’ll come out, I can only hope!

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