Lips

I went up to her apartment, and she answered the door. Dressed in a sexy black garter belt, stockings, high heels and a short black dress that amplified her already ample cleavage, “Ryleigh” was an impressive sight: a tall statuesque blonde in her 40s with full, soft lips.

Lips that could please a man.

I didn’t receive my first blowjob until I was 22. I recall watching with fascination as the mouth of the escort I hired slid up-and-down the shaft of my cock. Since then, most sexual encounters–and virtually every paid encounter–has included a blowjob. Katherine promised, “I’m going to give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had!” and she delivered as promised. Nothing reaffirms my masculinity more than having a girl on her knees servicing me. As a character in Michel Houellebecq’s Submission says, “For men, love is nothing other than gratitude for pleasure given.” 

Ryleigh slowly kissed down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach. She pulled my boxers off. Her kisses went lower and lower. Her tongue ran slowly up-and-down my shaft, then swirled over the head. As her lips encircled the head of my cock, I felt my entire body tighten. I looked down and savored the sight of my cock in her mouth. I gripped the back of her head as she continued pleasuring me. The sensations her mouth produced were exquisite.

I started to get weak in the knees.

Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come….