Ibis - Leviathan Laroche (love letters to the dead .txt) 📗

winning your internal battle.

I cup your balls in one hand and hold the base of your shaft in the other, as I begin to lick up and down in careful, measured movements, reveling in the joy of servicing my Master's manhood. I am lapping your cock like a pet, occasionally looking up to meet your wanting eyes.

Now placing both of my hands on your hips and more firmly positioning myself, I suddenly and dramatically, with one swift, controlled movement, take your thickening cock completely into my mouth. My lips now surround the base of your shaft, and my throat opens to accommodate the head.

I am pleased to hear you let out an approving moan, and I respond with a proud moan of my own, with your member still entirely in my mouth.

I know this is the moment when I, your submissive slave, somehow own you. I feel powerful. At this moment in time, your sex is mine.

My mouth tightens around your manhood.

I look up at you with a look of power and confidence. Your shaft is at full mast now inside my commanding mouth, your veins wildly pumping blood into your engorged cock.

With you still fully in my mouth, I begin forcefully flicking your shaft with my tongue, firmly but with a limited range of motion since your dick is taking up the entirety of my mouth.

I begin strongly and wildly sucking you, intermittently continuing to flick your shaft firmly with my tongue. You are moaning with pleasure.

Then you start to pump your hips toward me, thrusting your rock hard cock into my mouth.

And I know the moment is here when I must surrender control back you. At this point, I am no longer actively servicing you. My mouth now becomes a vessel for you to fuck. You grasp the sides of my head as you pound into my mouth.

You are now fucking my mouth. And I am slobbering, with no respite to swallow. But I do not care. I am here to serve you.

My primary task at this moment is to try to maintain some semblance of form with my mouth and attempt to continue encasing your cock that is now like a wild, raging bull in my mouth. I focus on keeping my lips over my teeth so that they do not inadvertently scrape your precious cock as the almost violent thrusts continue in and out of my mouth. I tighten my neck muscles a bit, just enough to keep my head and mouth from flailing about, but remaining pliable enough for you to control our movements. You grab a fistful of my hair and continue controlling the movements of my head as you continue fucking my mouth.

I can't see your face, but I imagine your eyes are tightly closed and you are gritting your teeth as you are nearing your climax.

Then the moment comes.

You announce that you are going to explode into my mouth, and you call me your slave.

I am ready for you. I am prepared to take my Master's delectable come.

You let out a tremendous sexy, fully masculine groan as your cock begins to empty itself with streams of come squirting in my mouth. I proudly swallow your thick delicious come.

After some moments of this, your motions begin to slow and I am able to maintain a more defined shape with my mouth around your dick. You are now slowly pumping into my mouth, as I continue drinking you in.

I dare not touch you with my hands or make any sudden movements, so as not to interrupt these final moments of my Master's pleasure.

Your pulses gradually slow and your movements gradually stop, as your cock begins to soften in the safety of your slave's warm, wet mouth.

I softly wrap my right hand around the base of your shaft and delicately slide you out of my mouth, taking care to softly suck as your cock exits, so that I may take in every last drop of your come.

You pull me up toward you, with a caring, deeply appreciative look in your eyes, and gently kiss my lips. And I verbally thank you for allowing me to serve you. Your hand starts to work its way down my body toward my desperate, swollen pussy, but I stop you. I grab your hand and pull it away, then place my forefinger on your lips, uttering a quiet "shhh."

I add, "Today was about you. My pussy will continue aching for you until the next time we meet. Now I must leave."

You pull my head toward you and kiss me on the forehead.

I dress myself, and walk out of your house, toward my car that is discreetly parked two blocks away. I drive home feeling satisfied and happy to have pleased my deserving Master as my pussy continues to ache with desire. Distort me

 It's a perfect Saturday night, and I'm in my favorite place in the world: In bed, with my boyfriend trembling under my touch. It's been fifteen days since I last let him cum, and he is well and truly fucked.

Heath has always been extremely open-minded when it comes to what we do in bed. Like, I'm serious. I'm a very adventurous person, but he has never once told me No. Not even that one time when I thought it would be fun to pretend I was a vampire thirsty for his blood and it turned out plastic fangs are impossible to kiss with.

But even so, I was surprised when he agreed to let me lock his penis away.

For the past two weeks, he has not once been able to touch his own cock. I've been taking care of his hygiene, and a handful of times I uncaged him to play for a short duration, but every time, he's had to put his cage back on with his needs unfulfilled. And every time, he has obeyed.

I didn't think he could do it, honestly. Not for so long. It was a bluff on my part when it all started, trying to see how long he could go -- but he has pleasantly surprised me, and earned the reward he was promised if he made it to two weeks: An entire weekend of uninterrupted playtime.

I've had him personally make all the preparations: We are well provisioned with food, massaging oil, and wine. The TV has been set up in the bedroom with his laptop hooked up to it; he's been collecting internet porn all week (a cheap trick on my part to keep him occupied and stimulated when I wasn't in the mood to play) and last night he set up each video in a separate tab, available at a click. Every window in the house has the curtains closed, the door is locked, even the car is parked elsewhere to make it look like we're not home. We don't want any visitors this weekend.

He woke me up early in the morning with kisses. He didn't have to say it, I could see it in the way his eyes sparkled: Wake up, I want my gift. And I've been giving it to him ... all day.

He has his eyes closed, attention turned inward. That has been a typical expression for the last couple of hours. It's taking him a great deal of restraint and concentration to avoid going over the edge and ruining our game before his due. I don't know if I could do it, if our roles were reversed. He must be very keen on keeping this up.

My fingers are feather-light on his cock, dancing up and down; I've been taking great care not to irritate his skin. It would be too bad if we had to stop just because I'd rubbed him raw. So, the lightest of touches and copious amounts of oil it is -- not very satisfying, of course. But then, that's not the point.

"I'm going to have the softest hands after this weekend," I muse aloud while the tip of my index finger circles his sweet spot. He makes a non-committal noise that could be anything from a laugh to a groan, not opening his eyes.

Following a sudden instinct, I lean over and take the tip of his penis into my mouth, sucking very lightly on it. I know I need to be careful here, but it feels too good in my mouth and I lean deeper, taking in about half of his length until the tip hits the roof of my mouth. Then I tighten the ring of my lips and draw up again, slowly and surely. I have done this hundreds of times today alone; it has given me expertise.

I rest there for a moment before coming back up and stretching out alongside his naked body again. It is hot against my skin. "Are you tired yet?", I ask. "It will be time to sleep soon." I bring my hand up and rest it on his chest while my nose brushes his cheek.

He whines quietly, then blinks his eyes repeatedly as if to shake himself out of a dream. Without even saying anything, he rolls over and pins me down with one forearm across the collarbones. He lowers his head and runs his tongue and teeth over one of my nipples.

I can't believe how good it feels. My body is ready as a ripe fruit, falling open to the simplest touch. And I have only been frustrated since this morning. If this is how I feel, what must it be like for him?

"Not tired, then," I say, striving for confidence while I wind my hand into his curls and run the other over his neck and shoulders. "But surely, you can't want to play anymore?"

Even as I speak, though, my legs are sliding apart, and even as he answers "I do", he accepts the invitation. His tongue is warm and perfect, and I tense up into it with a sigh, pleasure spreading through my skin to every part of my body.

One great advantage of being denied release this long is how easy it becomes to take each other to heaven. He barely moves, barely has to put in any effort to get me squirming. Just that sequence of slow, steady licks and after just a minute, I have to tell him to stop before he pushes me too far.

He obeys, but instead he starts licking my entrance, pushing in with his tongue; when I do not stop him but open my legs wider instead, his fingers follow.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," I say without harshness. He twists his fingers inside me. "You're trying to make me crave it. You're hoping I'll want your cock in me so bad that I'll fuck you." And I do, I do, it's almost working but I'd better not tell him that. I am his Dominant. I have an obligation here.

"But you can't, remember? You'd spill before you satisfied me at all."

"We could try," he says hoarsely, thrusting his fingers in and out, and I am so tempted to do it. Even if it's just for a moment. Even if I can't do more than just hold him inside me. Would that be such a bad way for the game to end? To have him collapse, shaking, on top of me, covering me