Just a Little Taste
As weekends go, it was a special one. I spent my time in a bubble with a gorgeous man. We started the weekend with dinner and wine at a French Bistro. We got a little drunk and walked back to his place where we expressed our passion by devouring one another. The rest of the weekend went on in step, swapping between his place and mine, enjoying one another to the fullest extent.
On Sunday, when our precious weekend of bliss was nearing an end, I brought him back to my place. I had a plan in mind, I wanted to save his seed for someone who appreciates it more than I do — my faithful boy. So I grabbed my man’s gorgeous, thick cock with my two hands and brought him to a powerful orgasm. He cleaned up his cum with tissue. I then wrapped those tissues in another for safe keeping.
My boy was coming over in a few hours as he usually does on Sunday night in order to get up early and clean for me on Monday. But this Sunday evening I had something special waiting for him at my bedside…
When he walked through the door we went through our ritual – he bent down and kissed my feet, then got undressed. I brought him to my bedroom and instructed him to assume a slave position on his knees as I went to get something for him. I grabbed the wrapped tissue from my bedside.
As I began to unwrap the tissue I could smell the distinct smell of him — acerbic like bleach, with a touch of sweetness. My boy smelled it too, the precious gift I saved just for him.
I unfolded until l I reached the moist center. Standing directly in front of my boy on his knees, I held out the prize and was amused watching him subconsciously move his face towards the tissue. Taking a pause, I talked to him about my man's load, about his cock, about my weekend with him.
His head grew closer until I had to draw my hand back – a subtle cue that made him acutely aware of his attraction to the tissue. This also caused him to draw his head back, to shrink and blush. In that instant he became more deeply in touch with his desire to have a taste of his cum. A desire he's held for a long time, and has only grown with the countless stories I’ve shared of sexual exploration with my beautiful, hung man.
I told my boy to sit back on his heels and I held the tissue up to his nose, not yet making contact with his skin. I told him to take a deep breath in. After he drew a deep inhale, I pressed it up against his nose. I then proceeded to wipe the cum soaked tissue into his face. Around and around in small circles and then sweeping circles around his whole face. He moaned in pleasure and in anticipation of what was to come. I spread the cum all over his face.
The supreme seductress in me had a measured plan to deliver the exact pleasure I wanted him to get while exposing his deep desire for more – textbook tease and denial
I told him to prostrate himself at my feet. He bowed low. I asked him to get lower to worship my feet. He extended his legs behind himself to lay on my cold floor, I knew in this position he would put pressure on his cock between his body weight and the floor. I watched his body start to gyrate.
I commanded him to begin kissing my feet. I told him to make out with my feet. I reached down to grab the back of his head. I shoved my toes deep into his mouth, gagging him to generate saliva which he then slobbered all over my toes, soles, and tops of my feet.
When my feet were wet with his saliva I shoved his face down and rubbed his cum-covered face on my saliva-covered feet. There, his face became a slobbery, wet mess of cum and saliva and as I continued to rub all of his face on my feet I instructed him to keep his mouth shut, and purposefully rubbed his lips on my feet. I then pulled his head back up. I wanted him to look at me as I gave him permission to collect his prize. “Lick your lips”, I commanded. Immediately his tongue was out of his mouth. Hungry for the mixture of cum and saliva, I watched him straining, doing circles, collecting, panting like a wild animal. All for just a little taste.