True stories are the best, don't you think? While in college, I had a girlfriend who loved nothing better than to have her lips around my length. It wasn't merely that she enjoyed blowing me -- she did -- but that the feeling of my warm meat on her tongue closed a circuit somewhere inside her and all was right with the world. She loved for me to cum in her mouth during sex, and her whispered urgings were like porn movie dialog: "I want your cum so bad, it tastes so good, give me your cum, baby, let me drink you up." And when I was at the brink, I would pull out and her mouth would engulf me with moans and sighs as my ejaculate streamed down her throat.

It was like nectar to her, and heaven to me.

Often, when I would stay overnight at her apartment, she would kiss me goodnight, then slide under the covers to hold me in her mouth as I drifted off to sleep. I couldn't take a shower without her tongue laving the warm water from my shaft and balls. We would walk in the woods on campus and she'd suddenly back me up against a tree, drop to her knees, and make love to my length as the filtered sunlight dappled her shoulders. What man wouldn't feel special having such attention lavished on his manhood? On the day she broke up with me, amidst the tears, I made the inane comment that I didn't know what I was going to do with my cum anymore. She had my length out and down her throat in seconds, one final time, and I have to say, even though we both were crying over our lost love for one another, that was about the most beautiful and tender playjob I'd ever had, or since. She shaped my feelings about oral sex, and to this day there's nothing I love more than the sight and feeling of a woman's lips around me.