But if it was a look he was used to seeing from women, why would Julie’s supplication be any more meaningful? Julie held him in her mouth, not movin..., just looking up at him. How could she say to him, show him that she was a woman who did not humbly get on her knees for a man? Tell him that she was a woman who did not suck men’s cocks? Explain that she was a woman who did not swallow cum? Until she met him. And for him there were no limits, no boundaries. What she would not deign to do for any. They had refrained from any sexual contact for six weeks and eaten a strictly vegan diet to prepare for their responsibility. Olu had prepared as well. In addition to her fasting and meditation, she had been trained in ancient Kemetic sexual practices from other women who had ascended to the rank of Goddess. They taught her magical techniques that the Western mind would find inconceivable. She was prepared to give all the men the most memorable night of their lives in more ways than one.The. ..I'm sorry, but that is just the way it is. I've been taking the easy way out, like the song says. I've been writing about stuff that happened in my sordid past, not taking into account that this is a fantasy site. This is a sex fantasy site, not a sex reality site, right? So, now I am going to treat it like it deserves, I am going to tell you nice people about one of my dearest sexual fantasies. I, Alan W. Jankowski, am going to spill my guts out on the table...for all of you to observe.... With out stretched arms, I continued to rub and massage his massive ass cheeks and down to the front of his hips, the soft sensitive area between his belly and the tops of his thighs. I let my finger tips gently caress and tease him, trying to inch their way towards his dick. I pressed my face deep into his ass and conituned to lustfully, lick his hole. He shocked me again when he gruffly said, “ok man, lay down” and then lifted himself off the table. I began to undress, without question, it.