I cum...I mean come...across photos all the time that "speak to me" in unique and personal ways. Often the only way I can describe it is that they make me
hungry. And not just sexually, it's an actual psychological need that goes beyond just wanting a dick in my mouth. It's the need to be near a penis, to feel the flesh and warmth and to taste the precum that's wiped on my lips. It's feeling a knowing hand on my head that silently says, "I understand. Let me feed you." I know that others like me know exactly what I'm saying. I hear from you guys all the time with notes like, "Wow, no one has ever described it that way before. That exactly how I feel." I love that. But I love to be needed even more. I want a top to need my mouth and my attention and my service. I want him to yearn as much as I do for that connection between my mouth and throat and their God-cock. Let us both welcome our roles and relish in knowing who we are without games, power trips, egos or shame. There is no guilt in worshiping cock, only the ability to manage the hunger. Today, for example, I have commitments that preclude me from acting on my need. That means that by tomorrow, I will be ravenous in a complete emotional and physical way. My taste buds will be ripe for the picking and I will need to be used for my ultimate gift of oral service. I will have an oral top engorge my throat with his rigid cock and spew his thick threads of warm seed into me. Until then, however, I will manage my hunger. Mother Earth give me strength!
