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Friday, March 07, 2008

For the love of cock


I've fallen in love with a fair number of cocks. What's a fair number? I won't say. What makes a cock special enough to fall in love with?

Aesthetics are one thing. Proportion, shape, texture, curvature. They all bear weight. Usage and execution are, of course, right up there in endearing me to a certain worship. However, the strongest determining factors in cock love are: confidence and sentience.

I've known men who owned their hungry cocks so utterly and completely, who were so shameless about the power of their cocks, that I could only succumb. Some men have cocks to be reckoned with. As an instrument of penetration, of opening, a cock needs to be wielded fiercely, sometimes gently, but always firmly. In a way, we could say that cock love starts at home. A man who exudes cock confidence will penetrate with that cock in a way the leaves a woman speechless and satiated. A cock that doesn't take no for an answer.

I also like an expressive cock. One that responds when I bend over to pick things up, that greets me as I open the door, that wakes up in the morning before I do; indeed, it becomes my alarm clock. Such a cock I will eagerly envelop, nestling it deep, deep into my throat, as I nearly orgasm with it filling my mouth, obliterating every thought (and almost every breath).

My relationship with the cock begins to take on a life of its own, independent of the man. Typically, I fall in love with them both. I miss each of them when they aren't around.

There was one man who changed things for me. Prior to him, I had always had amicable relationships with cock. I loved getting fucked. I *liked* giving head. I liked the pleasure it gave my partner. But with him, cock-sucking became a whole new animal, a savage dance, a tribute to his magnificent, power-wielding and relentless cock. I just couldn't lavish enough attention on his cock. From that moment on, I began to experience man love and cock love.


Photo: Tony Ward

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3 Comments:

Anonymous badinfluencegirl said...

oh my i bow down to this post and you should suggest it to aag for a fleshbotting...

anyway, i learned to like sucking cock with a man who wasn't a love but only a lover. his groans really started me getting hot and wet and that's continued somewhat with my current partner.

i hadn't thought about it but i think you have a point about the ownership. taking the thing and owning it instead of carrying it around in some weird kind of shame.

thanks for this. i've linked you by the way, i love the way you detail things and get me thinking around corners...

8/3/08 12:05 PM  
Blogger kasia said...

Thank you.

I do think there's an alchemy in certain pairings that awakens different things in us. Ideally, we walk away from most of our experiences having learned and grown in some way.

11/3/08 11:36 AM  
Anonymous His Little Slut said...

I have begun to own my love of cock finally and it completely changes the way I approach a man, his cock, and my own sexuality.

BTW: You've been tagged! :)

24/3/08 11:47 AM  

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