Fellatio... Ah.... easily a subject I can talk about and study for hours. You see, I have quite a fetish about my "performance"... If I cannot send my lover into a spastic fit after receiving a "blow job" from me, then there is a problem. I have researched for hours, watched many different techniques, practiced what I've seen/read... I have yet to meet my match in the bedroom. I OWN whom ever decides to walk in.
I start by sizing up my "competition". Look him up and down, then of course, I start to strip him. I have yet to get my leather outfit, but I always wear a little something to let him know I am in complete control. Button by button his shirt is removed. If he is wearing a t-shirt, the scissors appear.
Then the belt, yes, a man must always wear a belt. And in my humble opinion, it must always be leather. A belt is a symbol to me, a symbol of confidence... a confidence that must be taken down a few pegs. Unlatching the belt, I easily rip it out of the belt loops and then start with the button of the pants.
I use my mouth to unlatch the button and ease down the zipper, I find it more erotic than using my hands, and as I look up at my lover I see he feels the same. I see the raw LUST raging in his eyes, and his mind questioning "What is this woman going to do next?" I smile a mischievous smile as I allow his pants to slide to the floor.
Boxers.... hmmm... I must say a man looks fantastic in a pair of boxers... Especially when a happy someone is greeting me. If I had to choose a second, it would definitely be boxer briefs. This man has boxers on, and I can see just how my every movement is affecting him. Pressing him against the nearest wall, I see just his head poking out. I give it a quick lick and move four inches upward to the hem of his boxers.
I stick my fingers just inside the brim and run the length of his waistband. My fingertips just grazing his lower abdomen. He sighs and his head thumps the wall. I inch closer to him so my tongue can make the same path my fingertips just did. He gasps in surprise.
I pull his boxers down with my teeth... I am a very oral person... And when the boxers reach mid thigh, I use my hands to remove them. Starting at his ankles, I allow my fingertips to lightly graze his skin. He shivers in response. I continue my path running up his thighs and start to move inward to his manhood. He sucks in his breath in anticipation only to let it out a few seconds later when he realizes that I passed my "target zone" to explore his lower abdomen and stomach.
I trace each toned muscle while I run my luscious lips in a tormentive circle on his mid thigh. "Ahhhh," escapes his lips. I know what he wants, I am very good at reading body language, but I am not yet ready to give in. I start to