Fulfillment

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VannaJonez
VannaJonez
14 Followers

Down on my knees
By your command
Your tone of authority laced with caution
Betraying the doubt behind your mask
The fear that I will deny your wicked wishes
Which both speeds my pulse
And soothes my heart...

You quiver before my eyes
As if eager to bask in the warm comfort of your home
As you truly are...

I kneel before the graven idol you hold so tight
The symbol of my worship
Binding me to prove my submission unto it
As I have been so willing to do...

I smile slightly up at you as my tongue tests your steely staff
Not merely at the first taste, which I so deeply relish
But at your orders to do so
As meaningless as telling me to breathe
It was only a matter of when I would do so
Since this moment was carved in fate, beyond any control...

The desire builds in your eyes
Desperate for more, but unable to beg for it
Which you have been so willing to do...

And so I take mercy upon you
Abandoning my kind kisses and lustful licking
For a full embrace of you
Opening my soul to your penetration
And not just my mouth...

Electricity swirls in the warm air around us
Gathered within me
And sent deep into your core
Making your muscled form jerk from the shock...

My eyes close, seemingly of their own will
As if to focus on my sense of touch
Feeling the flesh of your hips in my eager clutches
Or hearing your soft, grudging gasps
Or tasting the subtle saltiness of your shaft...

My tongue cradles and caresses you lovingly
As I draw you in deeper
Sucking feverishly as if desperate for nourishment
As I truly am...

A moan rolls into you as your fingers grip my hair
Forceful
Dominant
With a trace of affection
Much like you...

My name falls from your lips down upon me
Trailed closely by a question that I cannot answer in words
And which I do not need to
As I so clearly enjoy having that fat cock in my mouth...

The muscles of your hips flex beneath my fingertips
As you push deeper into me
A test which I know that I can pass
My grasp on the moment as firm as your grasp on my head...

My eyes snap open as you drive towards the limit
Seeing how much I can take
And telling me again to suck it
Like telling me to breathe...

But the silence is what speaks the loudest
As you do not follow the words with "slut" or "whore"
As you did when my friends preceded me in this position
Their ardent efforts overheard by me
While picturing myself in their place
Hearing my name dubbed over each of theirs...

Those demeaning titles blocked by your true feelings
While all of the words that I long to release
Seem to shoot up from my chest
Only to carom off of the throbbing mass of firm flesh
Lodged blissfully in my throat...

Our eyes meet in this moment
As you have given me everything
And I have taken it
Only inspiring the desire for more
The faint tracks of tears seeming to be from the pressure you've created within me
Which is true in a way that you have yet to understand...

My weak, guttural grunts seem pushed out of me
Squeezed out of my throat as you plunge more forcefully into it
Your hand anchoring my head, as if I wished to pull away...

I can feel your pulse quicken, beating against the walls of my gullet
As does your pace
I moan as you tell me to take it
Take it, oh GOD take it
Only thinking of how much I plan to do so...

I watch you as you revel in the pleasure which I provide
As you dwell in your fantasy
A dream not simply of fucking a willing face, as you have done such to other girls
But one of control
Which will always remain a mere notion
Never to be fleshed out
Because you have only put me where I wanted to be all along
It is you that has succumbed to my wishes
That has fulfilled my salacious daydreams...

As your hold on my silky hair weakens
Granting an option which you did not bestow
To those you saw as little more than cockgobbling harlots
I can feel you being drawn into my world
As quickly as your meat was pulled into my ravenous mouth...

And as I allow you the superficial satisfaction that you sought
Welcoming the release of your syrupy, searing essence into my soul
In wave after wave of moans and awestruck gasps
You plant the seed of your future deep within me
And discover the place where you truly belong
A shelter of warmth and comfort
To which you will find yourself returning with increasing frequency...

And which will fulfill the desire
That both speeds my pulse
And soothes my heart.

VannaJonez
VannaJonez
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JWrenJWrenover 9 years ago
Submissive . . .

. . . oh no, never! This is giving and taking what's wanted. Dominant master? He may think so but he's hesitant, unsure and ultimately deceived: his cunning, crafty mistress really gets her way, all that SHE desires. The repeat of . . .

That both speeds my pulse

And soothes my heart

. . . at beginning and conclusion is masterful.

VannaJonezVannaJonezalmost 10 years agoAuthor
Gratitude

Thank you for your kind words and your 5er votes! I appreciate the feedback and hope to submit more soon.

todski28todski28almost 10 years ago
you have a lot

Going on in this piece, very well written 5ed. There is room to wordsmith and hone de-cliche a little, harder to do in erotica, but if you are new to writing this an amazing way to start.

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 10 years ago
let's see

something sexual going on...

something else, indeed

in time you will work it out

as poetry instead of what I see

well at least not the quite the standard script

5ed

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