Sam’s Bliss being Tasted

I’ve always found something deeply satisfying in the way Richard gives himself to me, especially when it comes to the intimacy of oral. It’s not just the act itself, though that’s undeniably exquisite, but the way he pours himself into it, making me feel like the center of his universe. For me, Samantha, Sam to those who know me best, those moments with Richard are a blend of vulnerability and power, a dance where I let go and he takes me somewhere extraordinary.

It starts quietly, almost imperceptibly. A look passes between us, or his hand brushes mine, and the air shifts. I can feel the anticipation building, a slow burn that ignites something in me. Richard never rushes; he savors the buildup, and I love that about him. His fingers trace my skin, my hip, my thigh, and I feel the tension coiling inside me. It’s not just about what’s coming; it’s about knowing he’s fully present, that he’s already lost in the idea of pleasing me.

When he kneels before me, there’s this moment of reverence that takes my breath away. I’m laid bare, not just physically but emotionally, and yet I feel safe. Richard knows me, my body, my reactions, like a map he’s memorized but still explores with wonder. The warmth of his breath against me sends a shiver up my spine, and I can’t help but react, a slight arch, a soft sigh. He starts slow, teasing, and I feel the world narrow to just us. The texture of his lips, the deliberate way he moves, it’s intoxicating, and I’m caught between wanting to savor it and needing more.

There’s a thrill in how he takes control, not over me but for me. I trust him completely, and that trust lets me surrender in a way I rarely do elsewhere. He plays with rhythm and pressure, reading me like a book. A slow sweep of his tongue pulls a moan from deep within me, and a sudden flick makes me gasp. I can tell he loves my responses, every sound I make seems to spur him on, like I’m giving him cues in a language only we understand. My hands find his hair, gripping or guiding, and I feel this electric connection, a loop of desire that flows between us.

The physical sensation of oral is overwhelming, his mouth warm and soft against me, the way my body tenses and releases under his touch. But it’s more than that. It’s the way he makes me feel seen, cherished, like my pleasure is his mission. I can hear my own breath quicken, feel my pulse racing, and there’s this rush knowing he’s the one driving it. When he finds that perfect rhythm, I lose myself, my voice rising, my body trembling. It’s almost too much, and yet I crave it, letting him push me toward that edge.

When I finally tip over, it’s like a wave crashing through me. My release is raw, unguarded, and I can feel Richard’s pride in it, his arousal mingling with mine. He doesn’t pull away; he stays with me, drawing out every last shudder, and I feel this profound connection in the aftermath. It’s not just my pleasure, it’s ours, something we’ve built together. As I catch my breath, his head resting against me, I can feel the echoes of it still rippling through me, and I’m struck by how much he gives me in those moments.

Lying there, I look at him, and his quiet smile says everything. Oral isn’t just a physical act with Richard; it’s a gift, a way he shows me I matter. I feel it in the way his eyes soften, in the gentle touch that follows. I know some might not get it, might see it as one-sided or utilitarian, but for me, it’s a privilege to receive from someone who finds such joy in giving. Every time, I feel closer to him, more attuned to the way he reads me, anticipates me.

The pleasure I take from Richard’s oral is layered, there’s the raw sensation, yes, but also the intimacy, the trust, the way he makes me feel powerful even as I let go. It’s in the buildup, the release, and the quiet afterglow when I’m still catching my breath and he’s still there, grounded in what we’ve shared. For me, Sam, it’s a celebration of us, of my body, his devotion, and the unspoken bond that grows stronger each time. I give him my trust, my reactions, and in return, he gives me a piece of himself, reflected back in every tender moment we share.

Read more of my story with Richard at farnhollow.com, it starts slow but he soon awakens my desires, and is starting to meet them,