You know what I fucking hate? Blowjobs. Blowjobs are fucking bullshit. Quick, mechanical blowjobs where both the giver and receiver are emotionless and act as if it's some kind of degrading chore that you need to get over with. They don't look at each other, whisper to each other, touch each other, kiss each other, smile at each other, hold each other. A blowjob only focuses on the penis itself. It is, after all, attached to a man. A man who needs to feel loved, appreciated, and respected. But also, a man who wants at least one other person walking this planet to crave his body and cock: someone that desires him. Blowjobs have none of this. Blowjobs are a crime against humanity.

But you know what I fucking love? Worshiping a man's body and cock. Worshiping is the word that comes closest to accurately encapsulating what the sublimity of what this act should be. This act of pure carnality is as close to the divine as we can get. Does anybody else dream about worshiping a man and make him feel like no one else ever will, so that he will remember you every day for the rest of his life? When I engage in this timeless act, I feel like the entire existence of the universe depends on me loving and savoring every inch of this man's body and being. In the heat of this moment, my purpose in life is to service this man, to bring him absolute pleasure. Nothing else. This moment is the reason the cosmos exists.

I slowly undress him while looking up at him. I rub his pulsating dick through his underwear. I start sucking on his fingers and kiss his thighs, chest, and stomach. I bite him oh so softly. I take his cock out of his underwear. Time stops. Perfection. I am beholden by the source of life. I gently kiss and lick the tip while looking up at him. I go down to his balls and lick them gently, taking them into my mouth. I feel his body tense up. He starts getting rough, pounding my mouth. He takes my head and forces every inch of his cock down my throat. I gag and he lets off. He slaps his dick on my face and then spits in my mouth. He slaps me playfully. He tells me aggressively to look at him again. He holds my head back away from him and asks me how bad I want him. I fucking beg for him. He starts being gentler, guiding me slowly up and down is throbbing cock. We smile at each other. I blush. He tells me how amazing I am and I tell him how hungry I am for him, how I can't get enough of him. He runs his hands through my hair and strokes my face. He holds my hands. I start kissing, licking, and caressing his body again, starting at his feet, going up his legs, his hands, arms, neck, chest, stomach, and steadily back down to his manhood. I start edging him while he's slowly leaking precum out of his plump head. His deep, thundering moans give me chills all over my body. I tell him how absolutely gorgeous he is. I tell him that he is a king, that he is a god...

Afterwards, we go wash up. He sits on the seat in the shower and I get the shower head and spray him down. I light up a blunt and put it in his mouth. I get on my knees and wash his body, not wanting him to lift a finger. I rinse him off, he stands up, I fetch a towel and dry him off. I'm back on my knees, kissing his thighs, his bush, and his soft cock. He is stroking my face and neck and running his hands through my hair. We go to the bedroom and he sits on the edge of the bed. I get his underwear and shorts and get back on my knees again to dress him. He pulls my head back and kisses me passionately. He goes and stretches out on the couch. The Doors are playing in the background. I go get him an ice cold Heineken, then I go to back in the kitchen and cook him a filet mignon—medium rare. Utter. Fucking. Bliss.

But you know what the best part is? The part I love that most? The part that for me is the zenith of physical intimacy? When he is approaching oblivion, his body covered in sweat, his heart racing at light speed, his veins flooded with endorphins, feeling his body trembling uncontrollably, hearing his breathless moans, tears of ecstasy streaming down his cheeks, his hands on my face, him looking down at me telling me he's almost there, and then finally, heaven arrives—he shoots his warm load into my mouth and I cherish every drop of his intoxicating cum like it is life itself. As he is in a stupefied nirvana, I look into his eyes, swallow him and say, "I fucking love the way you taste", and watch him melt into a million, trillion pieces.

In that moment, he feels the feeling that everyone who wants sexual intimacy longs for: the feeling of being truly desired.