14 comments/ 36062 views/ 8 favorites Oral Fixation By: Selena_Kitt I'm a psychologist by trade, but I'm far from your mainstream therapist, and I'm certainly not a Freudian—although to be fair, in spite of the faults we can find today in a lot of his theories about the psyche, the guy did open the door to self-reflection, and that can't ever be a bad thing. He thankfully paved the way for (and helped mentor, at least for a while) Carl Jung. Now there's a guy I can get behind. Although, Freud was also followed by Skinner and his ilk, and I could definitely have gone without the behaviorists' influence over the field... *sigh* But I digress... Anyway, when I was in graduate school, we budding therapists used to read the DSM-IV and find ourselves in practically every diagnosis. We were all neurotic, depressed, obsessive-compulsive, dissociative anorexics (or compulsive overeaters). Just thinking about it was enough to give you a severe anxiety disorder – and living through the process of learning to label diagnose others with various mental conditions could give anyone post-traumatic stress disorder! I think ol' Freud did, however, get one thing right about human behavior, at least about mine: oral fixation. According to Wikipedia... (and yes, I know that you can love the Wiki, but you can't trust it completely - or you need to trust it as you would a lover with a history of infidelity, for the Wiki will fuck you! But it's not my only source, it's just easy to access and quote, and on top of my oral fixation, I'm pathologically lazy... and those damned psychology books on my shelves are just too heavy and unwieldy!) Anyhoo, Wiki says, "Oral fixations are considered to contribute to over-eating, being overly talkative, smoking addictions, overindulging in sugar, chewing on straws, and even alcoholism (known as 'oral dependent' qualities). Other symptoms include a sarcastic or 'biting' personality (known as 'oral sadistic' qualities)." They forgot to add addicted to blowjobs to that list. Otherwise, I fit the bill almost perfectly – it explains the eating disorder, my sweet tooth, the fact that my straws and pen caps and nails are twisted and ragged. Granted, I'm not into the alcohol or the smoking, but I've definitely got the sarcasm thing perfected. And the blowjobs. Definitely have those down. Seriously, listen to Wiki's definition of the "Oral Receptive" personality: "The oral receptive personality is preoccupied with eating/drinking and reduces tension through oral activity such as eating, drinking, smoking, biting nails. They are generally passive, needy and sensitive to rejection. They will easily 'swallow' other people's ideas." Okay, that's totally me. If I didn't have something in my mouth at all times – whether it's gum (I love gum, I'm addicted to gum, especially that hot cinnamon stuff!) or sugarfree candy (I eat more lollipops than Kojak) or chocolate or pen caps or my nails or his cock – I always want something in my mouth, especially when I'm stressed. I'm incredibly orally sensitive and I admit, I give rather selfish blowjobs. For me, it's all about the feel, the velvety rub of his spongy mushroom cock head against the roof of my mouth, the deliciously peppery taste of his pre-cum coating my tongue. His pleasure is often secondary, because I'm so focused on how good his cock feels in my own mouth. Most of the time, I don't pay much attention to particular techniques. When I slide my tongue down to cradle his balls in my mouth it's because I want to feel their weight and smell his pungent, acrid, distinctly male odor. When I open my throat entirely to take the full length of him it's because I want to experience that throbbing fullness, the tickle of his pubic hairs against my nose. He doesn't seem to mind – in fact, he encourages my fixation, often to the point of a teasing cruelty. He knows how susceptible I am to the sight of his hard cock in his hand, and he hasn't been beneath taking full advantage of the fact. When he knows I'm particularly stressed – if I'm biting my nails, or I've been sucking on Crème Savers all night (oh my god, I love those, too!) – he'll unzip his jeans, slide them down his hips, and start to lazily stroke himself. Like I could resist? I can't. Resistance is futile. My regression to a particular psychosexual state of development makes it impossible for me to keep from crawling over to the sweet relief for the ache in my mouth, the longing to suck, to be filled, to take and give pleasure, both all at once. He loves his cock in my mouth, but sometimes I think he loves how much I love it even more, the happy sounds I make in my throat, the adoration in my eyes when I look up at him. And really, who could blame him? ----- >^,,^ ----- If you enjoyed this, remember to leave some feedback and don't forget to vote! Thanks for reading, ~*~*Selena*~*~ Oral Fixation I find myself laying between his spread legs, my breasts pushed up against his balls and inner thighs, a beautiful cock inches from my watering mouth. (Actually my mouth has been watering in anticipation of this all day.) I lean forward and run my tongue up his shaft, slowly, starting from his balls and, moving slowly, feeling each throbbing vein and bump, until I reach his head. My tongue circles his head and my lips open and surround it. He sighs and my pussy contracts. I reluctantly remove my lips and move back to his base, wrapping my tongue around the shaft from the left side. Again I move slowly up his cock, memorizing every inch. As I get back to the head of his cock, I can't help but take him into my mouth and slide my tongue around his head, taking him just a bit deeper. I look up and he is watching me, licking his lips. I am wet and can feel the breeze cool against my wet pussy lips. Again to the base, this time wrapping my tongue from the right side, I want him to be as wet as I am. I move up slower than before, knowing he is anticipating me reaching the top and taking him again into my warm mouth. I cup his balls in my hand my lips slide over his head, Sliding my nails lightly over them. My mouth moves up and down over his hard cock. Slow and steady taking just a bit more of him with every down stroke. I time my breathing as I pull him deeper and deeper past my lips until they reach the base of him and swallow around him. He moans loudly and I pull back, smiling around his cock. God that sound turns me on. I use my hand to hold him still as again I begin to run my tongue along him. Licking him like a lollipop. My other hand is busy kneading his balls lightly. My tongue flicks out and scoops up the small amount of pre-cum he has for me and I moan in pleasure. I want more. Again I start my slow slide up and down his cock, pulling him deeper and deeper, this time when he as deep as he can go, I just hold him there, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth, against my tonsils, down my throat, until he moans loudly. I have to back off, I want to do this all night. I use my hands to lift him towards my mouth. I run my thumbs up and down him, massaging him into a more relaxed state while I run my teeth lightly over his head. He gains control and I begin again licking him until he is wet, up and down ever so slowly. I refrain from bringing him into my warm wet mouth as long as I can, and then I slide my lips over him, my tongue leading the way and slowly take all of him, right down to the base, into my warmth. He moans as his cock moves past my tonsils and I cream. This time I as I move up and down, I take less and less of him until I only have his head in my mouth. I gently suck, I love his taste. My thighs are now wet. And as much as my pussy wants him to fill it, I don't want to take his beautiful cock from my mouth. I begin another decent, slowly, so slowly, I take more with each down stroke and eventually I again have him filling my mouth with everything he's got. His hips begin to undulate beneath me and his legs begin to shake. I enjoy the extra pressure for just a moment before I release him. His moan at the loss of my lips is one of pleased frustration and it sends shock waves to the core of me. I move lower and lick and suck at his balls lathering them with my tongue. My fingers are sliding slowly along his soft cock, my fingernails dragging lightly. Again he relaxes back into the bed. I move even more slowly, I want him to explode when I am finished, but not until I am finished. I am greedy and haven't had enough yet. I look up and watch his face as I make his cock wet again with my tongue. I can see his anticipation and so I keep licking, dragging it out. My eyes still on his face, I take him again, my lips moving at a snails pace, up and down, lower and lower. He throws his head back one the last couple of strokes before I have him all. He is fighting for control, but I'm not going to make it easy for him, I swallow. He grunts. I swallow again and his hips push into my face again. I want to keep him here where it pleases him so much, but, my body demands air and so I pull back, just enough so that I can fill my lungs and then take him fully again. His body is taunt and he's fighting so hard. I time my breathing and then move faster up and down just enough to get air, my hands hold his hips down as I take him harder and harder. His cock is banging the back of my throat. He soon growls, "enough", and then pushed my head down to meet his hips. He cums in my throat, and I push up my head up against his hand. The next load is released on my tongue, right where I want it. I will let him rest for a while. Then I will take him into my mouth again and get the pleasure of feeling it grow hard between my lips. Oral Fixation There are men I'm drawn to. Like a moth to a flame. And as an ever eclectic being, there are various reasons why I may find myself beguiled by a man. But there's this one man with whom I have not quite as common a dependency. I love our fellatio chemistry. When I suck him off, there's no one else in the world. His shaft, built for my mouth. His head, built for my throat. His hands strong but tender caressing my face, tangled in my hair as he slowly grinds himself into my salivating mouth. No one exists but us. I've never felt as though I was making love to someone via head, but I think calling it anything other than throat love is a disrespect & severe understatement. Years of sneaking off with one another. When either is coupled up, play hooky while the spouse goes to work while we put in some work of our own. I put in overtime... put it in overdrive. The set up: I text him a nude flick, he replies "When?" Time & date are disclosed & not another word exchanged until we meet. Hop in the ride, blasting NY shit, the vibrations make my body tingle. Small talk, & catching up during his brief stops along the way to pick up a dutch or 2, Some snacks, something to drink. We arrive at the destination. More chatter & some genuine laughs. I pick a flick to play in the background. We both know no one will be watching it. I sit on the bed watching him roll up some of the stickiest, most powerful green. He completes the task. Props a few pillows & lies back on the bed as though satisfied with himself. Sparks up. He pulls 3, offers to me. I don't smoke usually. Only for him. It's sort of a ritual. & as an added bonus, it suppresses my gag reflex. The smoke has already filled the room it seems. The O's he's blown provocatively dance towards me. Daring me to deny it's sweetness. The aggressive aroma enhancing it's provocation. I accept it. I draw in deep into my lungs. Hold. Pull more. Hold. Close my eyes & let it have it's way with me. Exhale Sloooooooooowly through my nose. Repeat. Cough. I can't help it. I don't do it frequently enough to avoid it. Pass it back. He cradles & briefly caresses my breast. I realize I'm high already. My sense of touch is heightened. When next he extends his hand to say that Mary Jane has summoned me once again, I comply taking my final two pulls. This time when I return it, the smoke beckons me towards him like a finger propositioning me with a come hither motion. That tree has me on fast forward. I'm on my knees without realizing it. Watching him smoking always turns me on. My mouth begins to water, overpowering any attempts at cottonmouth that weed commonly provides. He's stroking himself, slow & steady. Not an ounce of eagerness displayed. He inhales, speaks with the shortened breath you have left when your lungs are filled with smoke, "Take off your shirt." Exhales. I respond by acting in accordance with his orders. While I remove my shirt, & free my breasts from my bra, he's stripped to nothing. He's surprisingly swift, & i can sense his yearning, but still...never overzealous. He's never one to appear out of control until it's slipped away in moments like the ones just before us. He's smoking again, but this time when I receive the come hither motion, it's from him. I crawl across the bed to him. Reveal my will to submit. He grabs a handful of breast in one hand. Squeezes it a few times then lets go. With his other hand holds firmly to his manhood at the base as an invitation. It IS a sight to behold. I lick my lips. My chest heaving in anticipation. I'm ready. I spring into action. A soft kiss on the tip as a way of reacquainting ourselves. Then I begin suckling the head to get the blood flow juuuusssttt right. Next, long slow licks up and down the shaft. Gotta make sure it's wet from top to bottom - or in this case tip to bottom. Coat the head in saliva so when I remove my mouth to give the balls some attention & have to use my hand as a replacement, the friction won't be dry. I make the tip of my tongue hard & guide it along the line that separates the sac. Then I suck one into my mouth, then the other. Alternate, then both. All while jerking the dick. I do my signature move & hold both balls in my mouth & suck in air causing a vibration. I momentarily release them into my hands. I caress them while shifting my attention back to Mr. Johnson. Mixing up different styles of whatever inspires me from deep throating to swirls to holding it in my cheek then back to the balls. Vibrate. Back to the shaft. Again. Keep switching to keep him guessing. With each new technique he responds with involuntary twitches & jerks. Quick "Mmmph's" & "Mmmhmm's" to show his approval. Eventually I choose a more predictable pattern. Keep my mouth tight & wet. Maintain a steady pace. Take it all in until my tongue can reach the balls. He tries to minimize his moans in the name of salvaging his manhood. He grabs a pillow, covers his face, buries it in to help him stifle his grunts. Subconsciously he starts to back crawl. His body telling him if he wants this to continue sans climax he has to stop. But in his doing so, i've become encouraged to take him even deeper. He releases the pillow from its clutches only to hold on to the sheets. Whimpering now. Mumbling & stammering about wanting to wait. Between chopped breaths he whispers he doesn't want to cumm. So I stop. Or so he thinks. I wait for the delivery of his sigh of relief. Then I take him to the absolute depths of my throat & use maximum suction so that when he reflexively tries to push me away he's restricted & must succumb to my tongue lashing. He responds with a gasp partially due to his surprise, but also in part to the magic my tongue provides. With a choice no longer in the matter as to whether he will be cumming soon, I know he'll decide to reposition himself for maximum pleasure. Then the dance begins. Without ever detaching from my mouth's grip he turns to his side. In one quick motion I wrap my breasts around the base of his penis, then firmly grab him from his behind & draw him in deeply. He places both hands on my head & we begin to work to a rhythm that's perfect for him. More whimpering. Sentences that begin praising me trail off, become profanity. He speaks to God. Maybe he sees him. He's shaking. Deliberate strokes into my mouth; while more fervent seem stiffened. But that's not the only thing that's stiffened. If he were any more erect my mouth would be in trouble. Bulging with veins I feel across my swirling tongue. All his clues are there but one. I'm careful not to change anything except for my increase in saliva to accommodate his furious pace of friction. Then... he grabs my hair & I prepare to receive my reward in... 3 Fuuuuuck. 2 Breath. 1 Grunnnntt. I gulp. Again. Slow sucking until his grip on my hair is loosened. It's sensitive so I tenderly release my grip. Caress then suck the balls. They can still handle some touch. That produces a few more drops from the tip. Waste not. Softly suck up what remains glistening in the slit. He flinches. I giggle. He sleeps. I smile. Oral Fixation She woke early and had her coffee and a little breakfast while her husband slept in. She was in her panties and a light robe and she read the paper and looked down at her tan athletic legs and felt her smooth skin. She had shaved them with her morning shower and had given her pussy a good trim to and then applied some nice smelling lotion. She felt clean and good and even a little frisky. The kids were away at camp for three weeks and she and her man had enjoyed rekindling their physical relationship sleeping in, screwing when they wanted and enjoying a vacation at home. She knew he had been up late, probably sending her hot pictures on tumblr which was his way of flirting with her and her way of flirting right back. If so, she knew he would be turned on today. So she ventured back to find her sleeping man stark naked on his back with his cock enticingly ready to service. This would be too easy. Very gently so as not to wake him, she sat on the bed and took his member in her warm mouth. As she suckled, it very slowly began to grow and grow some more. She could easily take the entire thing in her mouth and she didn't want to wake him, not just yet. Her velvet tongue flicked over the head and it continued to grow but he still lay prone. Unable to resist she sucked and released and sucked again until it touched the back of her throat in its full size causing her just the slightest gag reflex. She was in no hurry enjoying the control and knowing how happy he would soon enough be. It was then that she felt the slightest pelvic thrust yet he was still sleeping. They continued slow and steady like he was having the best dream ever which gave her no end of guilty pleasure. She was licking him, sucking him and swallowing him but kept looking up at his face when he slowly opened his eyes and said "hello girl" which made her smile even though she had his cock buried in her mouth. She had been enjoying secretly turning him on and the fire between her legs was warming up but the secret was out and his cock grew even harder with each new thrust. She moved up his body and gave his nipples a little attention that he always loved flicking and darting her tongue over each one in turn. He reached down and stroked his rigid cock in turn with the little sparks she was sending through his nipples. Many men are awkward about having their nipples sucked but it was one of her favorite tricks and it was just kinky enough that he had exploded many times jacking off with her tongue flicking his erect buds. That he would spread his legs and stroke his cock to her stimulation made her wet every time and her pussy was getting quite wet now so she reached down into her panties and rubbed herself softly but with intention. Still in charge, she kissed down his belly, down his cock and down his balls. She gave his legs little flicks and kisses while he continued to stroke his member. She kissed the base of his cock and his balls and flicked her tongue all around them. The she went a little lower and licked the base of his balls and with a wicked smile, darted her tongue over his puckered hole and even though it was just for a second he nearly came with her kinkiness and creativity. She was a keeper. Her pussy was soaked from what she had just dared to do and she curled two fingers inside and circled her clit with her thumb which he could clearly see through her stretched and open panties. Then she moved back up and took his whole cock in her mouth and to the back of her throat. She felt his hand on the back of her head and he slowly pushed down. She remembered the first time a boy had done this and she had been a little bit scared but before long this almost became her favorite part. Yes she gagged a little and couldn't breath for a minute but she knew that he was totally turned on and was now taking her instead of her taking him, taking what he wanted and fucking her his way. She had seen how full his balls were and knew that he would erupt filling any hole her body presented to him. Secretly she had to admit that she loved how much and how urgently he came and her dripping cunt was splayed open and pulsing to her invading fingers. Then he gently took her head and slowly pushed his cock down her throat. She gagged but then extended her tongue to allow him deeper access and her throat widened and opened accepting his cockhead and then some of his shaft. He grinned from ear to ear seeing her take him this deep down her throat for the first time ever and her clit just radiated in heat. He pulled out for a minute to let her catch her breath and then he gently and slowly pushed back down her throat holding her just a little deeper. On the third try his cock was completely down her throat and it was becoming much more comfortable for her with almost no gagging. She was letting him fuck her throat and he reached down to her dripping cunt with his right hand and easily slid some fingers in. She started to buck, fucking his fingers and squeezing them in her preorgasmic state and he in turn pushed her head back down the shaft of his throbbing cock and started bucking and fucking her throat which seemed to send electric sparks to her clit and stretched pussy lips. Then her orgasm exploded on his skilled fingers and her pussy squeezed him with everything it had as jets of his hot cum shot down her throat as his cock fucked her mouth, her throat and her tonsils with just a few drops of his cum leaking down her beautiful chin. She could literally feel his balls empty giant ropes of cum filling her up driving her biggest orgasm yet. Her pussy squirted pulse after pulse of her clear cum all over his hand that slowly fucked her open hole, over her own fingers still on her clit and down her quivering unabashed spread legs. They both fell in a sweaty pile catching their breath and he told her all about his wet dream before he had awoken.