My Obsession

My Obsession My Obsession

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A true account of my addiction and infatuation of tasting my husband.

Summary

A true account of my addiction and infatuation of tasting my husband.

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Submitted: May 17, 2015

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Submitted: May 17, 2015

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My heart pounds with sweet anticipation. I kiss his chest and move my lips and tongue in illicit traces to the location of my sweet obsession. This is my haven of desire I long to visit no matter the day or hour. As my mouth works its way there, my hand reaches just below my destination. I squirm as I feel the taunt flesh there and hear a hissing echo from his lips. My hand makes it's trail towards it's prey and finds the rigid and erect object of my desire and plants it firmly at its base. Mouth watering, my tongue reaches for all that my mouth loves to devour. The slick, soft feeling. A cross between velvet and silk, I lick my prey up down. A bead of wetness awaits me and excites me as I feel my own wetness increase. I circle around this creature of desire with a swirl of my tongue before taking my possession between my lips. I tease it's perfect ridge before lowering my hollowed cheeks. Moans of pleasure humming from not just his mouth, but from mine as well. My hand explores right below once again to the place where my a sweet concoction builds. I plunge my mouth further down to the root of my desire and rises quickly. Then I repeat with a satisfying suction. My hand stays firmly planted at the base of this beautiful creation. My tongue slides over grooves of thick and pounding veins , aware of every motion inside and out of my obsession. Coursing desires run rampant through my core. His pleasure is mine. With tricks of my tongue and mouth and my wickedly lust filled hands I aim for defeat. Defeat isn't cruelty or some savage sin. It's a surrender of two dedicated souls bound in passion to please the other. I feel its hardness growing within in me as I'm overcome by pleasuring this sweet object. I taste the sweetness purge into my mouth like biting into a truffle and feeling its warm center flow. Almost instantly I feel my own sticky flow but my attention is only where my object of intention has been sated. The powerful release of his sweet inner passion pleases my senses and buds on my tongue. I reach for that area from which his warm flow come, now taunt with its release. I keep my mouth planted until its brim has run its course sweetly down my throat. The pleasure has been mine just as he has had his own desires met. I love this sweet object of my affection. I lay my head down beside it and wrap my arms around my husband's waist. He rubs my hair in loving contentment and appreciation. The part he loves the most is my desire of his love-stick that I've came to adore. I desire this more lustful than any act. I love this living gift of life I've snuggled up beside. Here I feel secure, submissive, needed but yet I have power over my obsession. For now I'll sleep softly in a slumber as his contented self has drifted off with his hand placed around my neck and shoulder. Tomorrow I will rise to sticky hair and an exchange of smiles between us both. The flaming desire will burn for this again. Whether he asks or I demand, I'll gladly please or provoke this maddening desire to life. My sweet obsession.


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