Musings on the Sacred Devotion of Cockworship and Deepthroating (25F)

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I feel that not enough people appreciate the intimacy and dedication involved in deepthroating. Most porn relinquishes it to a niche category where women are subjugated to abusive treatment at the hands of pornstars with extremely large cocks who force the women to choke and gag for the sake of abuse. It’s nothing like that. And as a woman who loves to deepthroat her partners, I have to say that getting into it for me was a matter of devotion and submission, and taking a profound joy in bringing pleasure to my partner.

It started out with slow blowjobs, realizing how much he enjoyed them. From the soft suckling and wet kisses, to caressing and dancing my tongue around his shaft and painting his member in a trail of glistening saliva. The warm moist textures were at all times so erotic; and in the dim light of a bedroom or living room, I discover it particularly sexy to look up and see his face in a state of blissful pleasure as his slimy shiny cock glistens with the light in the room. From that point it became a matter of finding out how I could better please him, which eventually meant submitting when he would put his hand on the back of my head or hold my hair and guide me deeper.

At first my instinct was to withstand. I would gag as his sized pushed further into my mouth, but I slowly realized that this was about his pleasure and not my comfort. Eventually, a one second gag turned into two, and I learned to tolerate the uncomfortable nature of it because I knew it made him feel good. I would pull up for air, gasping, as strands of saliva would connect my lips and chin to his cock, as the sound of slimey wetness filled the room. It was weirdly gorgeous for something so messy. This of course lead to being braver, and trying to take more, deeper, and for longer. I would choke harder and retch. My eyes would water, and if I had any make up on I was sure to have raccoon eyes after the matter, or at the very lease have a trail of make up running down my face. As the gags got more intense, the mess would grow thicker, and I would spit up heavier and thicker slime, to the point where his cock would look like some slimy phallic creature out of a sci-fi film. As I choked and spat up, my body would slowly give in, and I could feel his cock penetrating my throat, cutting off the air, making it more and more difficult to suck him as it gradually turned into him thrusting and slowly fucking my mouth and throat. I am not professional, and naturally this led to the inevitable. As I gagged and squirmed on my knees, I felt lightheaded, my body uneasy, my stomach queasy; but what do you do? Do you stop and ruin his fun? Or do you roll with the punches, simply because it makes him happy?

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