Describe your most satisfying oral sex experience

[ConfusinglyDelerious]

As a writer on Lit, I am always looking for new ways to spice up my stories and perhaps try in real life. So, in as much detail as you feel comfortable sharing, describe your favorite way to give or receive oral. What is the hottest session you have experienced? Or would like to experience?

I am into bondage. Very very much into bondage. And control.
And there's absolutely no secret that I am also a pleasure dom.

My favourite for giving, is every single time I have someone with their hands cuffed to the heardboard. And if there are some thigh cuffs involved as well, that is also great fun. When I have someone laid out, wide open, feeling helplessly exposed, and not even offered the change to close their legs. Cuffed down tight to the point where squirming in any direction is not an option.

Burying my face in between a pair of legs, and just savouring the taste, the smell. Starting to taste and to lick, exploring with my tongue, teasing here and there, and mapping out those little spots that causes sharp little gasps for air when my tonguetip hits them.

Taking my time, letting my tongue explore every little square millimeter of skin around a clit. I wont care about dissatisfied little sounds, because I am surveying. Plus, little breaks from intensity never hurt anyone.

Maybe a little reminder of how exposed and helpless I have them at my hands. The skin inside someone's thighs is deliciously sensitive. A little nibble with my front teeth can cause goosebumps.

There's so much to enjoy, to explore. Finding out what reactions I get when my tongue drags squarely across a clit. Versus what happens when I drag it in little crescents around the sides. Or when I cover it with my lips, and suck it softly into my mouth, and let my tonguetip play over it fast, treating it as a speedball for my tongue to tap away at.

But of course, little pauses are important too. Not just staying overly focused on the clit, but taking little trips lower down. Letting my tongue tease its way downwards in between the lips, until I can taste the effect I'm having, feel the wetness my tongue has caused. Pressing my tongue inside, and feel it coat me. Curl my tonguetip around, and feel the insides against me. Have it dart in and out, provide a very literal tonguefucking.

Moans will just be music to my ears.
And when I return my attention to the clit after that, I know it will be swollen and hard, and waiting eagerly to feel my tongue again.
All the better that the wet mess coating my tongue will have it be all the more slippery and wet when it returns.

I do get off on the feeling of control.
And there is a certain feeling of total control over someone, when my tongue can tease them, drawing away a little, and I end up like some sort of snake charmer, with a pair of hips gyrating, desperately seeking after my mouth as I tease.
That is one of those moments when I feel that I truly own someone, body and mind. When they are hardly even noticing themselves how their body is seeking me out, needing to feel me.

And that is also when I know I will settle in for the coup de grace.

My arms will be finding their ways around the thighs, and I will dig myself in for real. My hands holding onto hips, my arms wrapped around a pair of thighs, my mouth buried, my tongue working its way around the mental map I have made of every sweet spot there might be. Where it should be teasing, over and over.

There's such an intensity to it. When breaths are getting ragged. A body arching a little under me. Moving against me, pressing against my mouth.
And then breathing gets clipped. Sometimes there's a gasp for air that's held for a second, two. The arching turns into outright tension. The grip with my arms begin to tighten in anticipation.
Because I'm waiting for that moment where the breathing stops entirely, when every muscle tenses up in anticipation.
And I'm not a cruel man. I wont stop. At that exact moment, I will keep doing the exact thing I'm doing, my tongue sliding with the exact same pressure, over that very exact spot over and over... and over... and over...

And then the tension of anticipation melts away into trembles. The held breath turns into a wild gasp.
I know that right now, there is the most wonderful brain melting explosion going on.
And I will keep licking, until the trembling turns into wild bucking against my mouth.

Oh... Wouldn't it be great to be able to close legs just about now? How terrible!
Wouldn't it be great to be able to squirm away from the intense pleasure just about now? Well that is exactly what my arms are there to prevent.

I will hold on, through the bucking, and the trembling, and tossing, and attempts to squirm away.
Softly sucking the clit into my mouth, but being merciful enough to not give it any further licks.
At least not until the worst attempts at tossing stops.

But I am not a man who is ever satisfied with just once.
And the moment the worst tension melts away. When my little testing licks doesn't send new bolts of lightning directly into an overloaded nervous system. That is when I will start licking again.
Knowing that it will take me 30, maybe 40 seconds to make that same thing happen again, due to the sheer sensitivity.
And wondering how many times I will repeat this over and over again, before I'm being begged to stop. Being begged for my cock instead.
And knowing that I absolutely own the person under me in that moment, body and soul.

 

[TomTeacher19]

I was 19. I had a couple blow jobs before and they were wonderful but it was always me laying back and the lady bending over and servicing me. No complaints at all.



It was Thanksgiving weekend. The summer before I had worked at a Christian church camp as a counselor. The assistant director was a youth pastor in her mid 20s taking the summer to help run the camp. We had a couple nights that summer of fun, including one of those previous blow jobs where I laid on her bed and she leaned over from off the bed. But she told me it was too big of an age gap and shut it down and we just remained friends



Fast forward to Thanksgiving and the camp did a weekend for families to come to camp and enjoy the holiday weekend there. My family came and so did this youth pastor who brought a few families with youths from her church. We hung out and had fun and flirted but kept stopping because I was literally sharing a room with my parents and siblings there and she was in a room with a family from her church.



But then we took a late night walk together and eventually it just got to be more than we could resist. We made out for a while and then she stopped to her knees and pulled my pants down. I had never been sucked off while standing. But she was good and experienced and knew what she was doing. Grabbing my ass and forcing me deep inside her. Licking my balls. Mixing speeds. Tongue bathing my shaft. It was amazing. It was also about 25 degrees and that seemed to heighten the sensation.



Also we happened to be at the outdoor Chapel and basically were at the pulpit there and could have been caught any time by anyone else at camp. It was so exciting and my load was huge. She loved to swallow and took it all in and then continued to lick me clean for a while. I could barely stand when she finished.



Over the years we had a few more hook ups and have remained good friends decades later. She did tell me recently that is still one of her favorite blow jobs she ever gave and that it secretly makes her laugh because her future husband ended up proposing to her at that chapel very near our spot.

 

[BiliBottoms]

If you need a practice partner. Just sayin.

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