Consume or be penetrated. Or… be consumed? Penetrate?

There is an important distinction between consuming and being penetrated.

When I’m on top, I consume. I slide myself onto their cock and envelop it. And then I glide up and down it, swallowing and regurgitating; bending it toward me when I lean back to rest my hands on their knees. Or roughing up the base when I grind my clit against their mons.

When I am pinned beneath them, their weight holds me in place as they penetrate me. My labia are pushed open to make way. It’s not always so heavy; sometimes, their head nudges open my folds and slips inside sweetly.

It is possible to consume from beneath, but it takes a lot of ab work.

Sometimes I am too lazy to consume and prefer my prey to walk into my open maw of its own volition.

I don’t think the pleasure of consuming is far from the fantasy of biting a man’s cock off. (Not any cock – a man’s specifically.)

I would spit, to be clear. I wouldn’t chew up a fleshy, quickly desiccating chopped-off cock.

Do I consume or penetrate with my mouth? As with my cunt, I may desire to tease and control and eat my partner but ultimately I want my face fucked. I want the eroticism of being penetrated in such an intimate and forceful way. You can fuck it kindly and tenderly; just please fuck my mouth and don’t let me do all the work.

(When I was in high school, I was more vulnerable to modern sexual culture and its infiltration and formation by white male agendas. I did NOT want my head touched while giving head. I controlled the pace, depth, and god forbid you push your hips at me because I’m out.)

I’m a brat, after all. I play at consumption but in the end want to be filled instead. Too much work and too much distraction – I want to experience your desire acted on my body and to enjoy it freely without effort. (I mean, I’ll writhe around and stuff – I’m not a pillow princess by any means.)

It interests me that my alien blob erotic horror short story is focused on being consumed, rather than consuming or being penetrated. Do the cock-bearers dream of wholesale consumption and envelopment, too?

Oh dear. The sex robot story involves satisfaction via the ability to penetrate, too. Freud would have a flippin’ field day with that.

Love and let’s finally buy strap-ons,
Jordie