Friday Flasher: Lick
I watch while, with each long lick, his closed eyes flutter and his long lashes become wet with thankful tears.
I watch while the taut muscles of his neck struggle to reach, how he opens his mouth and uses his shoulders to push himself toward his own taking of this sacrament.
I watch the innocent cock that hangs down beneath his bound and kneeling form become achingly full with its need to release, its trembling longing to be of use.
I watch in rapt adoration while the dirt of the street that he takes into his mouth, onto his tongue, transforms before my eyes into something so clean, so holy that only a man such as mine could be worthy of it.
I watch while, in his servitude, he becomes not humiliated or unmanned, but set free, lifted far beyond the gritty filth of this man’s world he so lovingly cleans from my shoes.
Image: Morguefile
watch while, in his servitude, he becomes not humiliated or unmanned, but set free,
Oh.
Oh my.
It’s not often that I get to see this perspective. Thank you for that.
Tom,
You’re quite welcome. Erotic humiliation has so many layers, so many perspectives…
I didn’t think something lke this (for me) COULD be erotic -you’ve changed my mind …
selkie,
*smile* Interesting what a slight change in perspective can do, no?
Your carefully chosen words have generated an amazing moment of sensuality in just five sentences. Nicely told…
Max
Thank you. I’m especially smiling at your comment because you’ve described exactly what I wanted these five sentences to do!