=My mouth is your pussy, Daddy=

Aside from it being a sexy thing to do, arguably the sexiest, I also find it very relaxing, even meditative. 

Of course, there are the hot, sweaty, nasty blowjobs where a guy has his hand on the back of your head & he's grinding your face into his crotch & telling you to "take it all you sissybitch, I want to feel your lips on my balls." There are the blowjobs you give on the sticky floors of x-rated video booths, on the gritty concrete stairwells in the backs of buildings after midnight, leaning over the center console in the front seats of cars, in hotel rooms with a guy you met only moments before while Daddy watches you from an armchair. I like these blowjobs, too, but they aren't relaxing. You aren't meditating when you're giving these kinds of blowjobs. These blowjobs really are more like jobs. These are blue-collar, down-and-dirty, manual labor blowjobs. Work you enjoy, but work nonetheless. 

What I'm talking about are the leisurely good-morning blowjobs you give a guy who's just waking up. Or the sleepy late night blowjobs you give him to relax the last part of him still awake. You nestle down between his legs and mindlessly suck his cock as if it were a pacifier. Not being a smoker, I imagine it's a little like smoking, very calming, very relaxing, and yet mentally stimulating at the same time. I'll find my mind drifting pleasantly while giving these kinds of blowjobs. I get all kinds of inspirations, sexual and non-sexual.

Sometimes I'll think about what I'm going to wear that day or what I'm going to cook for dinner or what I'm going to read next. Sometimes I'll recite Emily Dickinson poems that I've committed to memory. Or I'll plot out a short story.  Or get an idea for a painting or drawing or poem. I might drift off into a sexual fantasy. Or into a dream. I've given so many blowjobs at this point that it's kind of like driving to the supermarket. I can do it on auto-pilot.  I make the proper turns without having to think out the route beforehand. I don't have to think about anything while I'm sucking cock. That's part of the beauty of it.

Every so often I bring things back into focus, gauge how far along we are, and I'm always aware when the big moment is about to arrive. At this point, I snap back to the present & give my full, undivided attention to the business at hand. Anything less would be a dereliction of duty! Pure sacrilege! An orgasm is a sacred moment, like the priest consecrating the wafer. More sacred than that, even!

Sensing he's reached the point of no return, I intensify my efforts. I open wider and relax my throat to take him all in. I massage his balls. I run a finger along his perineum. Or gently pump the base of his cock with my fingertips. I find it helpful to start swallowing before the cum starts shooting into my mouth. You never know. He might shoot so much it starts coming out your nose like soda. I've had it happen and it's a bit messy. So I start swallowing early. 

I keep his cock in my mouth after he cums. I don't pop it out immediately as if to say "whew, glad that's finally over!" I make sure he knows I enjoyed myself, too. Plus there are still little aftershocks of orgasm left in a spent cock that can be enhanced by a pair of soft lips and a gently massaging tongue. When he's truly finished, I lick him clean. I sit back on my heels. I remember my manners. I say, "Thank you, Daddy."

And it's true. I am genuinely thankful. I don't just like to suck cock; I love to suck cock. Even more, I need to suck cock. I'm sure glad there are a seemingly never-ending supply of guys out there who need to have their cocks sucked every bit as badly as I need to suck them!