Shankara20
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ORAL SERVITUDE - redux
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She could get and keep my attention
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I Would!!!!!!!! 
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I do, I do
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How does performance correlate with servitude?
I want. God. I want so badly. To have you in my mouth and show you my love. My devotion. The depth of me.
But, the equipment on my end is just not up to par today.
I gag too quickly.
My mouth is too dry. There is no rhythm. No mojo.
It makes me needier. Don't leave. I can show you, I can push through it.
I feel you hesitate. Pull back a bit, 'cause you don't want to hurt me, not really.
Then. My frustration. You stroke my hair.
An off day.
We move on.
Good thing there's tomorrow.
I want. God. I want so badly. To have you in my mouth and show you my love. My devotion. The depth of me.
But, the equipment on my end is just not up to par today.
I gag too quickly.
My mouth is too dry. There is no rhythm. No mojo.
It makes me needier. Don't leave. I can show you, I can push through it.
I feel you hesitate. Pull back a bit, 'cause you don't want to hurt me, not really.
Then. My frustration. You stroke my hair.
An off day.
We move on.
Good thing there's tomorrow.
lakesailer_mi
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How does performance correlate with servitude?
I want. God. I want so badly. To have you in my mouth and show you my love. My devotion. The depth of me.
But, the equipment on my end is just not up to par today.
I gag too quickly.
My mouth is too dry. There is no rhythm. No mojo.
It makes me needier. Don't leave. I can show you, I can push through it.
I feel you hesitate. Pull back a bit, 'cause you don't want to hurt me, not really.
Then. My frustration. You stroke my hair.
An off day.
We move on.
Good thing there's tomorrow.
Oh Far.
Dayum....wow...
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I've always been of a mind that demonstration is what drives servitude. Performance is only as good as the motivation and devotion behind it.To that end, I wonder if I get my point across sometimes.
I don't take my cues from anything else other than what is in front of me. Who's under me. None of that matters. Not anymore. It's so easy to get caught up in your own head with insecurities and comparisons. But that's not what this is.
I will make her forget all of it, not because I'm so fucking great or even special, but because I mean it. You'd be surprised how much that actually matters, but you shouldn't be. Something she can't avoid, pretend to miss, or cover with learned defenses that have nothing to do with us. I pin her down and look at her everything, let her see it reflected in in front of all that old hurt I have back there, all while I demonstrate what this is and what she means to me. That she is mine now, and what that actually means, not what some nothing once said it should mean.
Slow and deep, building, holding her wrists until she forgets to she cared, until she lets go, until she figures it all out, even if only for a little bit. Those moments are what I live for now, they stopped me, and they are getting more frequent not less.
Leads me to believe it's working, and now I don't have to worry about losing anything here, because there are a hell of a lot of tomorrows in forever
I don't take my cues from anything else other than what is in front of me. Who's under me. None of that matters. Not anymore. It's so easy to get caught up in your own head with insecurities and comparisons. But that's not what this is.
I will make her forget all of it, not because I'm so fucking great or even special, but because I mean it. You'd be surprised how much that actually matters, but you shouldn't be. Something she can't avoid, pretend to miss, or cover with learned defenses that have nothing to do with us. I pin her down and look at her everything, let her see it reflected in in front of all that old hurt I have back there, all while I demonstrate what this is and what she means to me. That she is mine now, and what that actually means, not what some nothing once said it should mean.
Slow and deep, building, holding her wrists until she forgets to she cared, until she lets go, until she figures it all out, even if only for a little bit. Those moments are what I live for now, they stopped me, and they are getting more frequent not less.
Leads me to believe it's working, and now I don't have to worry about losing anything here, because there are a hell of a lot of tomorrows in forever
dacoach44
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Just be good to her....
and see how she acts. What more could you do?
I've always been of a mind that demonstration is what drives servitude. Performance is only as good as the motivation and devotion behind it.To that end, I wonder if I get my point across sometimes.
I don't take my cues from anything else other than what is in front of me. Who's under me. None of that matters. Not anymore. It's so easy to get caught up in your own head with insecurities and comparisons. But that's not what this is.
I will make her forget all of it, not because I'm so fucking great or even special, but because I mean it. You'd be surprised how much that actually matters, but you shouldn't be. Something she can't avoid, pretend to miss, or cover with learned defenses that have nothing to do with us. I pin her down and look at her everything, let her see it reflected in in front of all that old hurt I have back there, all while I demonstrate what this is and what she means to me. That she is mine now, and what that actually means, not what some nothing once said it should mean.
Slow and deep, building, holding her wrists until she forgets to she cared, until she lets go, until she figures it all out, even if only for a little bit. Those moments are what I live for now, they stopped me, and they are getting more frequent not less.
Leads me to believe it's working, and now I don't have to worry about losing anything here, because there are a hell of a lot of tomorrows in forever
and see how she acts. What more could you do?
dacoach44
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Hell yes
You dont have to hit it out of the park everytime, kiddo.
How does performance correlate with servitude?
I want. God. I want so badly. To have you in my mouth and show you my love. My devotion. The depth of me.
But, the equipment on my end is just not up to par today.
I gag too quickly.
My mouth is too dry. There is no rhythm. No mojo.
It makes me needier. Don't leave. I can show you, I can push through it.
I feel you hesitate. Pull back a bit, 'cause you don't want to hurt me, not really.
Then. My frustration. You stroke my hair.
An off day.
We move on.
Good thing there's tomorrow.
You dont have to hit it out of the park everytime, kiddo.
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Shankara20
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I've always been of a mind that demonstration is what drives servitude. Performance is only as good as the motivation and devotion behind it.To that end, I wonder if I get my point across sometimes.
I don't take my cues from anything else other than what is in front of me. Who's under me. None of that matters. Not anymore. It's so easy to get caught up in your own head with insecurities and comparisons. But that's not what this is.
I will make her forget all of it, not because I'm so fucking great or even special, but because I mean it. You'd be surprised how much that actually matters, but you shouldn't be. Something she can't avoid, pretend to miss, or cover with learned defenses that have nothing to do with us. I pin her down and look at her everything, let her see it reflected in in front of all that old hurt I have back there, all while I demonstrate what this is and what she means to me. That she is mine now, and what that actually means, not what some nothing once said it should mean.
Slow and deep, building, holding her wrists until she forgets to she cared, until she lets go, until she figures it all out, even if only for a little bit. Those moments are what I live for now, they stopped me, and they are getting more frequent not less.
Leads me to believe it's working, and now I don't have to worry about losing anything here, because there are a hell of a lot of tomorrows in forever
You win, Necro. By God you've figured out what Stephen Hawking couldn't decipher. You know what women want.
Bless you!
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