“A blow job is something a woman does for a man. Cock worship is something she does for herself.” – Author Unknown
This quote has always stuck with me. Indeed, it was the inspiration behind my research into phallus worshipping rituals of our ancestors, its connection to Dionysus (the aspirational archetypal energy flowing through my blog), and the resulting post – Cock Worship.
Phallus worship rituals have largely faded from consciousness and, even if remnants remain, it certainly isn’t something considered mainstream. It is interesting that this seemingly timeless spiritual phallic connection existed within women for tens of thousands of years and somehow vanished. Oddly enough, I think men actually repressed such rituals in order to control these wild desires and sexuality of women. Do women of today still harbor this spiritual desire deep inside their genetic coding? Even if they feel this primal calling, do they recognize it in a spiritual way and tend to it? Maybe the better question is can they tend to it?
Yumi would say yes these questions. Let me explain.
Yumi snuggles in by my side. The feel of her bare skin against mine has me instantly at full mast. This doesn’t go unnoticed. Yumi slides down my left side and curls up around my thigh with her head resting against my abs. It is like she is attached to me. I’ve experienced this many times now with Yumi but never quite seem to quite figure out how she gets so tight around me. It’s as if she is locking me down so I can’t take my cock away.
Yumi wraps her right hand firmly around my base. My cock is no delicate piece of flesh. It is a rock-hard force of primal energy made for pounding and she handles like she is ready to tame this bestial force. Her grip is tight like a cock ring which forces my cock and veins to swell even further with my head becoming extra plump and flared – everything is more sensitized.
She wraps her plump cherry lips around my head and sucks on her appetizer before moving to have her feast. Yumi slips down on my cock…up and down, deeper and deeper she takes me. I feel my head pushing and squeezing against the back of her throat as she emits soft little gags with her body contracting each time. She hangs on and determinedly keeps at it.
My eyes are already becoming cloudy with heat and steam and it is hard to think or move. I play with her hair to keep my line of sight open – I want to watch her devour me. She pulls off my shaft and holds it straight up towards a higher plain. She looks at it with such wild intensity – like nothing else exists in the world – as pumps up and down with her. “So big!” Her moment of reverence passes as she smacks it forcefully against her full sexy lips. She sucks and pops on my head a few times before running her tongue along my length.
Yumi sinks her left hand under my heavy balls and lifts them up against the base of my cock. She takes me deep…desperately trying to touch her lips and tongue against the base of my cock and balls. I’m genuinely mesmerized by what is happening. It’s as if she is being a driven by a divine force swirling within her. This isn’t for me. She needs this. Yumi needs to completely consume that cock. Yumi gags as she presses me deeper inside her mouth but pushes through it…backs off a little then deeper, soft gag, up a little then deeper. This continues for a bit and then she stops. I feel it.
Her lips are against my body. Oh fuck. I have never before felt this. My head is down inside her throat and the compression is tight. Her tongue is all over my shaft, and I feel her breathing directly against my pelvis and balls. I feel a pacifier-like sucking motion as I watch her cheeks move in and out. This transforms into what feels like a biting motion – her teeth are grinding and biting against my steel and it feels amazing! Yumi is in another world and I am just along for the ride.
Once SHE is satisfied, she pulls off my cock. Yumi immediately looks at me and says, “Oh my god! WOW!”
This reaction and her expression is something I will never forget. I catch it in my mind’s eye like a photograph. There is an aura of erotic haze all around her, she looks confused, shocked, or surprised…like she had transcended to another space and just returned to earth. I could almost hear her saying, “What the heck was that?! Did you see that?!”
This moment was special. I should be saying it was special for me (and it was) because I was one getting a fantastic blow job. I should have been the one that said, “Oh my god, WOW!” All of this true but what really sticks with me is that this moment was special for Yumi – she said those words about her experience. It touched her in a special way and satisfied something deep inside her. This wasn’t a blow job, it was cock worship.
To me, Yumi has always represented the challenges most women face – in many forms – but especially with their sexuality. She comes from a place that is possibly hundreds of years behind the Western world in how women and sexuality are viewed. I can hear some women saying now that we (in the US) are still hundreds of years behind. Her marriage was to some degree arranged. Her husband only has missionary sex with her (which lasts for a couple minutes), and he would die if she ever wanted to give him a blow job. In fact, giving him a blow job is one of the very last things she would ever want to do for him. Wives aren’t seen as sexual beings and it is shameful for a woman to crave sex or show any sign that they actually enjoy it. This is how her husband see her.
This is what I see – when she removes her mask – and reveals herself to me.
While this moment wasn’t really about “me”, I find great satisfaction in knowing I set the stage for her sexual liberation and made it safe for Yumi to explore. Yumi was unchained and free to do exactly what she wanted. Free of judgmental eyes, she could tend to the desire that has burned deep inside throughout her life but one that had been repressed. Today, she was able to take a hard straining cock and worship it to her heart’s contentment just like she had always dreamed and fantasized about. I filled her mouth, but she feed her soul.
The rest of our time was equally memorable and worth writing about in the future. For now, I will only say that when I touched her, it would be an epic understatement to say she was soaking wet.
Today, Yumi truly had a transcendent Dionysian experience.
If you aren’t familiar with Yumi, you can find the chronology for the series here – Yumi. Please note, the stories show up in reverse chronological order. Be sure to scroll to the bottom for the first story.