When oral sex goes right.
Early one morning, I received a blessing from the goddess. A primal, sacred masculine energy, ready to serve the erotic feminine within.
He comes bearing gifts, in more ways than one.
His mouth is definitely one.
In the moment, I allow myself to be open and receptive to him wishing to devour me, my yoni, and essence with the wetness of his tongue.
It splishes and splashes thoroughly, sweetly, gently, uniquely, abundantly. Seeking every crevice in reverence of his devotion to our love.
Ecstasy soon fills my body, igniting my erotic, wild inner flame.
Pleasure escapes my mouth in the form of heavy breaths, moans, ohms, and tones never heard before.
So hard, he is. Always so hard. From beginning to end and then again.
This knowing and feeling of his hardness while making love to my yoni with his mouth, is an orgasm in itself.
Pulsating with the cosmic, rhythmic energy of gentleness, purity and sincerity. His heart sings through his every touch, exquisitely feeling all of me. Each caress an unspoken language communicating with me his presence, devotion, attraction and detailed attentiveness to me, my body and my needs.
He whispers, “May I enter your temple for worship?”
This request for permission melts me open in wetness and readiness.
Before he enters me, I whisper in his ear,
“Slowly.”
He immediately knows what I mean and changes course swiftly and effortlessly.
The tip of his phallus gently glides vertically between my lips, stimulating my clitoris as it moves up and down.
I hum with excitement.
I forgot how amazing that feels, I think to myself as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
So I tell him,
“Do it again.”
In tempo, he does.
“Mmm yesss that feels so amazing,” I whisper in his ear.
I begin to activate our sacred energy exchange with words and affirmations. This guides him lovingly in what I like. Every sound, grasp, moan, squeeze, kiss, and breath is a signal letting him know exactly what I like and need ... consistently and steadily.
He kisses me, using his tongue, as he penetrates me deeper and deeper until his pelvis presses against mine. We are synched and infinitely flowing in the waves of two oceans becoming one.
Between breaths and moans, I whisper,
“What are our intentions?”
He moans and says back, “Yes, intentions.”
I begin the call and response,
“Sovereignty.”
Him:
“Sovereignty.”
“Love.”
“Love.”
“Respect … Respect.”
“Joy … Joy.”
“Devotion … Devotion.”
We continue like this, taking turns sharing our intentions and the other repeating and affirming.
Every word creates a jolt of energy that moves between us as we slip deeper and deeper into intimacy.
We continue like this for a time unknown.
Opening our hearts and bodies like two souls that finally found home.
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