Breakable:

 There was a time when I was trying to figure out how exactly I was going to incorporate my love for Futa into this years #Inktober commitment, and then I saw the word breakable.

 I went way back in my history of love and relationships and remembered the first time my son’s mother gave me head.

For the longest time I was against the idea. I just could not fathom the pleasure she received from allowing me to release in her mouth. I really felt it was a waste most of the time, but she loved it. The first time she did it, I really felt like I would break her. I was nervous for her and so I would do nothing but stand there and receive.

 Then one day she demanded that I give. I thought what more can I give? She began to tug in a way that would force me to move. Move I did.

Well we broke up and I never really did ever receive like that again.

I don’t know in the midst of the delicate escapades I find the women I am with to be delicate, breakable and I don’t ever want to push them too far, so I don’t.

Sometimes in the middle of the fun, they scream and tell me to back away. To give them reprieve, and I am so close to finishing, that when they fun I feel cheated. My patience is breakable and then we are set for another hour trying to finish.

Reaching a climax is such a job most of the time and it was only my son’s mother that ever made me cum with her mouth.

It is times like these when I witness the dance between two lovers do I wonder if the one with the sword ever remembers how breakable their partner is?