.....I like sex. It's not something that I can deny; it's not something that I would deny. And I've often said that, for as much as I like sex, I like foreplay, too, almost as much as I like the sex. And what I like most about foreplay, I guess, is oral sex. I have an obvious-- you might call it fascination, might call it obsession-- distinct, definite, delicious, overwhelming liking for oral sex. And I like it for a number of reasons.

I like oral sex for the very fact of the power tha it lends me, the power that I wield, the fact that I can bring pleasure to a woman with just my mouth, so much pleasure that she screams and she cries and she kicks and she rakes her nails across my back. And the only thing I'm using is my tongue. And the fact that she shows me that I'm doing such a marvelous job, that power that comes from knowing that I can please her, without having to resort to my fingers, my cock, or some artificial toy.....it's like a drug, to me.

I like the fact that a woman's body is not her own, when I go down on her, when I have my tongue wrapped around her clit, sucking and licking up the juices that she has for me. She produces them for me, for my asking, for my demands, for it is I, with my tongue who brings her such pleasure, and she who gives to me the acknowledgement of that pleasure, through her body's movements, through her fluids, through her sweat, through her cries... Everything she does, is done only because I want it done, because I make her do it, and that power, that, is something no one can command through fear... You can't call that forth, unless you have a very special talent for it, and the fact that I have that talent-- and the ability and willingness to use it-- that, is a very powerful thing. Her body is not hers, it is mine, and she gets pleasure ony because I give it, only because I want her to have it, and that power makes me heady with its influence.

I like the feeling of that special power; a woman lays down before me, spreading herself open to me, offering her most secret hidden places for me to see, to touch, to smell, to taste, to dive into... she lays before me, waiting for me to possess her, to take her and bring her to new heights of ecstacy... and she waits, until I am ready to give them to her, until I am ready to give her pleasure; her pleasure is under my control; she can have no joy from me in that sexual way, until I am willing to give it to her; I can tease her, and torment her, until she begs for my pleasures, until she is sobbing with frustration, wanting of the release I can give to her. There is nothing in the world like that feeling.

But that is not all of the why I like oral sex so much, not all by half of what it is that makes such an act of love so very personal, so very intimate, and so very intoxicating.

I like oral sex for the sweet-sour-salty-musky-tangy taste of a woman, licking up the insides of her thighs, all the way, until I get to her wet cunny, and licking/lapping/sucking/drinking the juices from her, as they pour forth form her. Her juices are ambrosia, are the nectar of heaven, and that I can partake of the heaven that is within her, here on this earth, in this house, this room, this bed, until my face is wet and sticky with her love, the love that she pours forth for me, blessing me with its embodiment of ecstacy; she give me food and drink in the same creaminess of her essence.

I like oral sex for the fact that she lays before me; she is much like a queen, spread out in her womanly beauty, her feminine delicacies laid out in front of me, as I kneel between her legs as her servant, desiring of the chance to impress her, to show her of my talents, to have her find me worthy of tasting her, of accepting her offering, of bringing her pleasure. She opens herself to me, showing me what I can only desire, can only touch, but never possess; it is hers, and she allows me to view her such, to show me what it is that she wants of me, that I do as she wishes for her pleasure. Her pleasure is my pleasure, and until she is ready to accept the pleasure that I am able to give to her, she can deny me of my own; it is her right, to deny me that pleasure, that I please her before I please myself, for her to demand pleasure from me, in my arrogant claim to please her. As much as her pleasure can be under my control, so can my pleasure be in her hands; her refusal is my denial; if she is not satisfied, I cannot be, for her satisfaction is key to my own.

Her body is mine, but in that meager definition of possession, she has me, as I have her, for in having her, in lusting after the power of her sex, of what pleasures I can give her, she can hold me, allowing me to pour my talents into her, to make use of my gift for her enjoyment, or she can deny me that priviledge, for it is one, one that I can only ask for the permission to be granted use of, not a right that I can take or exploit by choice. Everything that I do, it is because, in her way, she directs me to do what she wants, to do what it will take to take her to the heights of ecstacy that she commands I fly her to, and all I am able to do is kneel and tremble before that power.

Yes, it is my tongue that gives her pleasure, but without her acknowledgement of that pleasure, what I give is nothing; without her screams, her cries, her sweat, her tears, the taste of her love, the throbbing heat of her body-- that I cannot begin to satiate her desires, mocks my talent; she has that power, and I must know it.

The allure of oral sex, the thrill it imparts upon me, the desire to never tire of it, is bound in its power. The power of it has no possessor; rather, it possesses me, and possesses her, and controls the two of us, allowing our use of it, allowing ourselves to be caught up in its electrifying embrace. There is no power like it on earth; it cannot be contained, only borrowed, and I enjoy every moment that I am consumed with it, by it; I will crave its possession always.