A fireplace

nakedness

mine/yours

warmth enveloping us both

your cock silhouetted against the flames

your cock erect from your body

rigid, longing to be sucked

to be in my mouth

to feel my saliva bathing its furrows

watching it

unable to avert my gaze

wondering about your texture

a fresh aroma wafting towards me, as the heat vaporizes the oils

of your bath soap

a clean smell of spring ...so contrasted with now our snow covered winter field just beyond the windowpane

now not visible in the darkness that surrounds us ....save the light of the fire

you kneel before me... I sit on the hearth ...a warm comfort I feel

your cock so close to my lips ..... I see it quiver as if it knows the joy of my mouth around it

as if responding to the flutter in my mind when first I saw it

my mouth agape in absentminded reverence

'I do like the cock.' 'I like to take my time with it.' I think.

the intimacy of its aggression now so desperately subjugated to my plans for it

so heated a hunger ....it lies in him .....unspeakable ...all he can do is project his cock at me.....thrust his hips as might a peacock --display himself in the hope that I will take mercy upon him.......eventually.....

knowing that he would wait an eternity for my lips to make him cum ........in my mouth... but .....one more time

ritual in its choreography...... a dance of physicality .....danced now for four million years ....perhaps more.

his anticipation is breathless .....he stirs ...restless before the length of my drifting stream of thought .....growing more needy by the moment ....now touching himself .....

I see I can no longer suck him in my cortex ..........thus ...... I bring his phallus to my lips...

TBC
(to be continued upon my next installment )