I’Ive always been obsessed with pleasing men orally. There’s something about the power dynamics, the control, the raw desire that gets me going. Two weeks ago, I met a stranger at a bar. We locked eyes, and I knew what I had to do. I led him to a dark corner, dropped to my knees, and took him in my mouth. His moans filled the air as I worked my magic, my lips wrapped around his cock like a vice. In under two minutes, he came, hard and fast. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of his desire. Since then, he’s been coming back for more. He says my lips have a kind of magic, and I believe him. There’s something about the way I can make a man lose himself in pleasure that’s intoxicating. I crave that feeling, the rush of power that comes from making a man beg for more. So I keep coming back, too, eager to see what new heights of pleasure I can take him to. It’s a dangerous game we play, but I can’t resist the thrill. I’m addicted to the way his eyes roll back in his head, the way his body shudders as I bring him to the edge. I’m not sorry, not one bit. This is who I am, and I embrace it fully. My lips are my weapon, my tool for pleasure, and I wield them with skill and precision. So bring it on, men. I’m ready to make you lose yourself in my magic.
