Penis Worship

Thanks, but I'm the lucky one, trust me. Plus, you guys have no idea what a fucking pain living with me can be (well, if you've read any of my posts on the "Confessions: What Are Yours?" thread you might know a bit :rolleyes:). I can be moody, needy, clingy, emotionally standoffish, bratty, manic, and insatiable (not in a good way either :(). I go through times when I need constant reassurance, and times nothing can reassure me. Sometimes the belief that I don't deserve Hubby or our life together gets so bad I have to fight against acting out in a way that would likely destroy everything. I'm fucked up, and although I'm a lot better than I was years ago, when I did cheat and broke us up for nearly 18 months (before we were married), it's always a fear in the background of my mind. So see, him getting sex and cock worship and all that isn't him being lucky--it's what he deserves for putting up with my crazy. :eek:

That’s Jenni...I appreciate your story....:)
 
Keeping It Clean...

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Would this count under worship?

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... Don't imagine it would last very long ...
 
One of the things that I admit I struggle with is that I have trouble being passive. Perhaps that has something to do with my early experiences (which I've discussed ad nauseum elsewhere and won't recount here again). But, whatever the reasons are largely irrelevant at this point in my life, I suppose, as the result is that I am only passive in that I don't believe it is my responsibility to chase, but hunt by allowing my prey to come to me as I wait patiently for her. At which point, little red riding whore found that this Old Wolf still had some teeth, and she'd saddled up a whirlwind.

However, my methodology of sexual dominance while it resonated with her well enough to leave her wrung out, exhausted, and dehydrated despite my frequent pauses to have her sip from a straw in a bottle of water, did not appease the very real need that she had to serve me, to please me. To know that she was doing for me rather than me constantly doing for her. And would not be put off that what I did to her, with her, for her was done for me. That my particular brand of dominance views an orgasm as the ultimate badge of submission. Of sweet surrender. (And as such, it particularly did not sit well with her that the ratio of orgasms was so skewed in my favor. Er, that is that she had approximately twenty-seven to each of mine.)

But, it was something which she needed. And my view of dominance goes her needs>my needs>my wants>her wants. In other words, if it had been a want for her, then I could have ignored it. But, could not as it was a need.

Ergo, after careful consideration, I made up my mind that I would attempt to meet this need for her.

Hard limits, however, skip the queue. And I was unable (not merely unwilling, but unable) to allow myself to be bound. The very best I could do was to lace my fingers behind my head and set my iron will to lying still and allowing her to serve me thusly. And without "distracting" her by attacking her sweet clitoris with my fingers and tongue. Or "helping" her by lacing my fingers through her long dark hair and pressing her head down and pulling it up.

She began by cuddling up to my side and laying her head on my belly. And taking pictures of my hard cock against her face. Resting against her cheek from chin to temple. Her hand barely able to span my heavy balls. Then another picture which later made me a bit afraid, of her mouth stretched as wide as it would go, hovering above the thick head, the head that looked too large to fit in her mouth, held straight up as if she were preparing to drive her sweet mouth straight down upon it, engulfing as much as she could contain in one go. She took one final picture with about half of my cock in her mouth, perhaps three-quarters, her lips stretched wide as well as her eyes, before setting her phone aside.

I will leave it to her if she wishes to share those pictures as it is not my face in them.

Her pictures captured, she set the phone aside and began to get serious about her endeavor. Tilting her head to lick along first one side and then the other before opening her mouth and drawing me inside once more.

The more she got into her self-appointed task, the more she squirmed around on the bed. First beside me, then between my legs, then on the other side of me, searching for the perfect position for her work, some way that would be more comfortable for her sweet mouth to fit me.

Over and over, she bobbed her head. Sucking and smacking. Licking and stroking. Patting her lips or cheek with it and cooing about how big, how magnificent. Stroking both her hands, one atop the other, up and down and up and down and up and down.

Then, she made a mistake. Attempting once again to find a more comfortable position, she turned completely atop me, her mouth still servicing my cock, and her sweet ass and pussy bobbing and winking in my gaze.

My control snapped and I reached out with a tongue that had to have the same surgery as Gene Simmons (albeit for medical rather than cosmetic reasons) and tasted that sweet nectar. My hands came from behind my head, at first to steady her and then to take her, to turn her as suited me until at last she was lying on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed as I straddled it, my thick thighs keeping her arms from closing as I fucked her sweet mouth and throat deep enough that my balls were filling her nostrils and her throat bulged, my strong arms holding her thighs spread wide as I lifted her hips up so that I could first tease her with fingers and tongue and then with toys fucking both of her lower holes as my cock filled her throat...

Alas, we have not yet found just how many licks it takes to release the creamy filling from her lolli-cock as I proceeded to spin and turn her this way and that, taking her and claiming her by filling each hole again and again until she was exhausted and dehydrated and begging me to grant her my cum.

But, perhaps next time. I, personally, don't mind trying as many times as she wishes. And she does wish. I can feel her reading this now. The gears turning in her head as she hungers to serve me and "deserve" my cum.
 
Life informs art.

I often draw upon my experience worshiping my lover's penis when writing in RP stories here. Here is an example.

I understand why men like it so much when women maintain eye contact during fellatio. By humanizing the act, it makes the devotional aspects of it that much more intense.
 
Your Mission...

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...should you choose to accept it....
 
I can spend hours worshipping my man's penis.

It started with football games on TV. While he is an attentive and always satisfying lover, he loves to watch his favorite football teams play. So, most weekends in fall, there are three hours on Saturday (for his college alma mater's football game) and on Sunday (for his pro team's game) that he would not want to do anything but watch the TV. Unfortunately, I'm not a football fan myself.

I suppose it is the temptation of forbidden fruit. Knowing it was the only time he really did not want to take the time to make love, I'd get horny during these games. He'd be kind, and I often could seduce him to take time from the games, but not always, especially if the game was close or especially important.

One Sunday in fall two years ago, I had just finished cleaning up after brunch, and he was in his family room reading. By the time I joined him I was ready for some sweet athletic dessert on the couch, but as I walked into the room, he had just switched on the TV and announced it was time for the game. He was dressed in just some cotton boxers and a T-shirt. I did not object to him putting on the game. Instead, I just got down on my knees, pulled down his boxers and started giving him oral sex in the hope it would draw him away from watching the tube.

It didn't, exactly. He quickly grew hard in my mouth and, before I expected, he came there as well. Not deterred, I continued to suck him, rub him with my fingers, run his dick over my face, squeeze it between my breasts, etc. until he was hard. I found this fun.

I listened well enough to the TV announcers to realize it was a very close and exciting game. So, once he grew hard again from the attention I was giving his shaft, I simply gave him oral sex again. He eventually came again. I took pride in my oral prowess in making him come so quickly a second time. I continued this for the rest of the game. If I remember correctly, I made him come five times in all.

I was with him again the next weekend, and did the same thing during the college game on Saturday and the pro game on Sunday. I learned a lot about how his penis reacts to different stimulus. I also found fascinating how it changed from flaccid, to hardening, to stiff, and how it moved and flopped differently in these various stages. I spent more time playing with it and less time simply sucking it each time we did this. I came to find that I could spend hours just focusing on his penis and the way it responded to my worship of it.

This has now become a routine, and not just during every football game. It is now something I enjoy doing year round. When he is reading, or working at his desk, or doing much of anything else where he is sitting or laying down, even sometimes during meals, it has become my habit to worship his penis in this way. When we're apart, I often find myself daydreaming about his penis, and how it reacts while I worship it. Thinking about this is probably my most common mental image when masturbating, too.

Does anyone else do this with their men? I have to think I'm not the only one who has become so fixated on her man's member. Please, if you do this or something similar, I'd love to have you post about it here for me and others to read.
This is a perfect example of what I believe should be the norm, it’s deep inside all of us, either way. I recall spending hours between my girlfriend in college legs admiring very detail of her pussy, lips, curves, color (change), and literally play with her pussy , while listening to her body with my eyes, ears, skin , how she moved or didn’t move , tense , moan, get moist, color change. It was beautiful and is beautiful and yet, not every women would like that, some of the reservation a women has when I would attempt to worship her pussy, yet always making eye contact and communication, so we are connected, I blame on societies up bringing of girls. It’s cute and funny if a boy plays with his penis and acceptable, yet “nice girls” don’t do that, it’s a naughty place, dirty place, etc. young girls are discouraged to explore themselves and even look at it, generally speaking. I will say while in college 75-80 % if girls never looked at their vagina prior to meeting me and being encouraged to see what and how I see that area that brings her so much bliss. The same with cock worship, KaseE , seriously and humbling I have to confess I given up on humans having the ability to embrace all of there partners beauty, including a hard, soft, throbbing cock.... Despite how much I tried to open those doors of intimacy in my partners, I was made to believe it only existed in glam porn which I hate. The fact you took it all in, your lovers penis and embraced the fact it’s his body reacting to his wife, but the fact you rubbed it on your face, body, etc, made love to a part of your husband’s body is amazing.... The reason for my discouraging realization is basically because I kep5 hearing from partners to friends who are women, that the act of a man hard cock rubbing, slapping, cumming on a women is dehumanizing and degrading, which is ass backwards. For fuck sake, I would give a testicle for a women to rub all of her cum and pussy on my face, not because I’m a guy, because I see and hear my partner getting off on it, which pleases me. The same as as for a women worshiping a cock, it’s in the moment , but it’s a sign of affection, how hot is it that my partner loves feeling my cock , the same cock that pleasure her vaginally, turns her on because she desires more of me, is connecting with me, wanting to taste or feel the warm cum that comes out of my body on her face,... I can go on... sorry everyone for the rambling and if I jumped around, still learning the ropes, but as noted I’m taken aback and happy to see outside of acted photoshop porn that people accept the natural and raw acts of intimacy such as cock worship. Sorry, this was profound for me to read, if you knew me....thank you for sharing and please know your husband is a very blessed man to have a beautiful minded and physically attractive wife to be so sexually mature and open minded.
 
Life informs art.

I often draw upon my experience worshiping my lover's penis when writing in RP stories here. Here is an example.

I understand why men like it so much when women maintain eye contact during fellatio. By humanizing the act, it makes the devotional aspects of it that much more intense.

Agreed. Life absolutely informs art. Especially when you've been married to the same (wonderful though he is) guy for over ten years.

Lots of times I actually think of other guys that I've been with while I'm worshiping my guy's unit because it's such a turn-on staring up at him, smiling back and forth, whispering a few naughty words to each other but all the while knowing that he has no idea who I'm actually thinking about. :devil:

But that look that builds on their face right before they burst - isn't it the best?
 
There Has To Be a Name For This?

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I Think She's In Love...

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I've experienced what I'd call penis worship a couple times with a woman. Literally hours of her playing with and sucking mine, and clearly enjoying it. It was amazing experiences and hope to have that kind of fun again one day.
 
Waiting For The Show To Start....

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Her Loving Caress...

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My husband and I have a deal. He takes me to every Jason Momoa and Vin Diesel movie and I take him to every ScarJo, Margot Robbie and Nicole Kidman movie.

It works out pretty well for the both of us! ;) :)

(if Jennifer Aniston was in more sexier movies I'd probably have to take him to those too but fortunately she mostly sticks to comedy although even I have to admit that We Are The Millers movie had some pretty hot scenes with her!)
 
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