Roscoe Forthright Speaks with Two Wives
(wife no. 3, 4 and 5 have grown wearisome.)
Roscoe speaks to Beth
I have good reasons to save up my semen for you.
To hold back my orgasm, four, five, or six days,
sometimes even two weeks, stroking my little fellow
most every morning, kissing you while I stroke
those days you are available,
without one sacred ejaculation.
I save my cream, so when you are fully aroused,
after I have licked, sucked and caressed your pubis,
after you have driven your swirling purple vibrator
in and out, in and out, bringing forth your full
intensity, the intensity of your body
fueled by the intensity of love,
your love of pleasure,
your love for sharing pleasure,
fueled by your love for me...
Then, only then comes the best moment
to gush full bursts of semen onto your face,
into your mouth, or into your vagina.
We share those moments of orgasm,
savor our joy, immerse ourselves in joy,
Almost out of control like a puppy
running in circles in the backyard
so full of joy, the little fellow
can only express the joy
with loud, cheerful yelps
and non-stop kinetic action!
That is the joy of Oneness!
The joy of being serene in the world,
fear, anger, remorse, disappointment...
all negative forces conquered
by a deliberate act of will,
by a deliberate act of love
and deliberate intensification
of sexual pleasure
through a simple act
My holding back the orgasm,
raising my little fellow up,
and allowing him to rest,
to rest for days.
So when he is let loose
in the backyard.
His joy, my joy and your joy
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Roscoe speaks with Kate
I ingest my joy slowly. Like eating a woman's pussy. There is
no need to rush. I savor the flavor. I savor the texture of each
pubic lip, and the texture inside. It is much like a leisurely
breakfast. Sitting in warm sunlight, in a quiet room. On my
plate are slices of Bosc pear, slices of Munster and Havarti
cheese. Two soft-boiled eggs without shells. Two slices of
sourdough toast, spread with rosemary olive oil. Next to my
plate is a hot mug of Ethiopian coffee, spiced with Arabic
spice and cinnamon. I nibble. I take small bites. I crush small
chunks of pear between my teeth, and let the juicy pulp linger
on my tongue. I close my eyes and concentrate my mind to
the sweet flavor of pear, and on the warm sunlight on my
closed eyelids. Likewise, I take a bite of Havarti cheese, and
let it dissolve on my tongue. I sip spiced coffee, and hold the
flavors of cheese and spiced coffee on my tongue. I take a bite
of toast, enjoying the crunch, and the softness soaked with oil.
I close my eyes, and enjoy each flavor and each texture.
When my mouth is on a woman's mouth, or on a woman's
vagina, I ingest my joy slowly. Just like eating a slow
breakfast in quiet sunlight. My tongue moves in slow circles,
around the outer edge of your vaginal lips. With lips and teeth,
I nibble your lips, suck them into my mouth, and lay my
tongue flat on your warm lips. I savor the flavor of your
viscous fluid, as if the fluid was Arabic spiced coffee, mixed
with the flavor and texture of soft bread soaked with rosemary
olive oil. I swallow your fluid, as I would swallow bread,
cheese, Bosc pears and olive oil. The sensual pleasure does
not end with taste. I savor the clean, fresh, uniquely personal
scent of you. There are no scientific studies on how to change
or improve the taste of a vagina. Some females rely on
pineapple, kiwi, blueberries, mangoes, and cucumbers to keep
their cleanly scrubbed vaginae tasting sweet. Soap and water,
and your own vaginal juices provide all the fresh taste and
flavor I require.
When I spurt semen into your mouth. I want your pleasure to
equal the pleasure I have licking your pussy. Move your
tongue over the texture of my full cockhead. Notice the
roughness, notice the smoothness, the warmth, and the salty
flavor as one drop of semen seeps from my small orifice.
Likewise, allow your fingertips to explore, to savor the texture
of my smooth-shaven balls. Enjoy the weight and firmness of
my balls, as you squeeze them and caress them.
Squeeze my balls, slowly, deliberately, with my full cock in
your mouth. Now, prepare yourself. You hear my panting
breath. You know I will come soon. Open your eyes to see me
smiling down at you. Then close your eyes, as my eyes were
closed in sunlight. Concentrate your mind on the full swell of
my cockhead. You can feel the moment of orgasm, the sacred
moment before semen gushes into your mouth, hot bursts into
the back of your throat. You almost gag, in surprise. The load
of salty, viscous semen spreads over, over your tongue. You
lick my still full cock-head, with my semen coating your
tongue. You suck my still full cock-head as you swallow my
semen. Swallow every drop of semen. Lick and suck every
drop of semen from my tingling cock.
Consider this the first meal of your day. A hearty, nutritious
breakfast. I will make coffee later. I will bring you Bosc pears,
munster, havarti, and cheddar cheeses, later. The sensual
pleasure does not end with taste. I savor the sound of your
moans, your sighs and your whispers, as you prepare to
orgasm. As my tongue darts and swirls in and around your
pubic folds. As your mind fills with pleasure, for the full
length of your arousal. I enjoy the sounds of your wet pussy,
and the sound of your moans, your sighs and your whispers.
Think about all these joyful things, as you watch me stroke my
erection for you. As I am fully aroused for you. For you, my
beautiful angel. For you, my beautiful love. Here. Here and
now. My rush of thick cream is for you. Come with me.
Come for me. Come. Come