According to a certain pair of typical men, who shall remain nameless, I was born to suck cock, and I suspect there may be some truth to this.
I started when I was 14 and was hooked before the guy in question blew his load into my mouth. I wasn’t particularly prepared for it back then, and I probably ended up wearing more than I swallowed, but practice makes perfect.
I love the intimacy of it. To me, sucking a cock is just about the most intimate thing I can do with a man.
It’s a strange mixture of submission and control. When I’m sucking a cock, I am doing it for him; concentrating on his pleasure. In that respect, it can be a very submissive act, and I am a very submissive woman. But, at the same time, I’m the one in control. I set the pace, I ultimately decide when, and where, he can come.
While I’m sucking his cock, on my knees, eyes downcast, the man in question is losing control because of what I’m doing to him. As someone who thrives on being controlled, it’s a strange juxtaposition of submission and control.
Of course, I may just be overthinking it. It could just be that I love sucking cock.