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Going Down on Asher: A Darkly Erotic Tale

As I stepped into the dark, narrow alleyway and felt the clammy, moist air tickle my flesh, I knew what I was getting myself into. Asher, the man I had met online, the mystery man with the deep rumbling voice and a darkness that haunted his every word, was waiting for me and I was ready to take the plunge. Little did I know that Asher had a few other surprises in store for me that night, and that one of them was an experience with his body that I would never forget. I had come expectantly to the alley that night, wanting nothing more than to taste his lips, his skin, and to feel the warmth of his body. But I was about to discover that Asher had much more to offer, and I was eager to find out exactly what. I had heard all the talk before, but now I could experience it for myself: the deep and dark thrill of going down on Asher.

Table of Contents

• 1. Discovering the Power of His Touch
• 2. Unlocking the Pleasure of His Flavor
• 3. Feeling the Tremors of His Desire
• 4. Exploring the Depths of His Passion
• Final Thoughts

1. Discovering the Power of His Touch

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Asher had a raw energy. He was a darkly attractive man; almost intimidating with what seemed like a ruthlessness about him that begged to be harnessed. His body was a tensely carved monument, a silent flexing message that seemed to say ‘one night and you’ll never forget it’. As I sunk to my knees I felt vulnerable, exposed, small and insignificant. As I worked his cock with lips and tongue I sensed the control he had over me – slow, steady, precise. As he grew harder, I felt my insatiable hunger take over, urging me to taste his sweat and skin and wanting to explore his depths until I discovered the true power of his touch.

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My tongue traced the contours of his shaft, feeling the little ridges rush up and down him as I shifted my grip. His breathing was growing more shallow and exasperated, and I knew I was in control. Ascending up and down with each tantalizing lick I felt my own arousal building, a fiery passion that seemed to stretch on for eternity like a beautiful symphony. Suddenly Asher pushed himself firmly against me, ready to come in the heat of the moment. His pleasure was my pleasure, and with each deep thrust he took my mind further plunging into the realms of passion and desire. His hands gripping my mouth, his body trembling in pleasure – these sensations stayed with me until long after our encounter, a reminder of moments gone and the power of pure sensuality.

2. Unlocking the Pleasure of His Flavor

The taste of Asher was like succulent fire running down my throat, his scent filling my nostrils and his bulging muscles pressing against my face. His skin quivered with desire as I tenderly licked and lightly bit my way down his body, exploring and savoring every inch. I stopped at his manhood and for a moment we both stopped breathing, my eyes locked with his as I begin to verbally devour him.

My tongue delicately caressed his length, savoring the combination of salt and spice as I explored his love-button and deliciously sensitive spots with my lips. Each stroke elicited an intense pleasure from deep within as I work my magic. I go slow, foregrounding the give-and-take between us, his hands clench and tremble as I tease and tantalize using my mouth. I slowly slide his juicy manhood between my lips and draw in his flavor, a cacophony of saliva and pleasure crashing from my lips to his. His deep moans and pleasured groans are a sign of the purest joy Asher has come to know in a long time.

• Taste of Asher: Succulent fire running down my throat
• Exploration: Licking, lightly bit my way down his body
• Tantalize: Tease and tantalize using my mouth
• Cacophony of Pleasure: Saliva and pleasure crashing from my lips to his

3. Feeling the Tremors of His Desire

I pulled Asher’s shirt up and began to kiss his bare chest and shoulders, finally exploring his nipples with my tongue. The sparks that connected us surged through me as I felt him shudder in response. As I continued kissing down his waist, I could feel each of his muscles tense as I descended further south. With eager anticipation, I anticipated what his reaction be when my lips first met his swollen shaft.

I licked him from bottom to top as my hands continue to trace circles around the edges of his hips. His body wriggled beneath my touch, telling me what he desired without words. Moving my mouth faster, I felt as if I was bringing a beast to the brink of waking up from a long slumber. He groaned louder as I encircled him with my fingers and sucked harder. Finally, I could feel the vibrations of his orgasm through my body as he reached climax. I swallowed his pleasure as he pushed further and further from the depths of bliss.

4. Exploring the Depths of His Passion

1. Deliciously Lavish Throat Pleasure

Asher had a taste unlike anything I had ever experienced before. His saliva was sweet, but accentuated by the wonderful hint of musky maleness that seemed to flow from his deep-set eyes to his intensely satisfying lips. Every kiss of his was a luscious entrée, each pleasurable thrust of his tongue a deliciously lavish reminder of just how passionate and alive I was in his presence.

Each time I tasted him, I lingered a little longer, wanting to explore the depths of his passion for as long as I could… and that’s when I discovered that the real pleasure was when I let my tongue dance along the length of his. With each moment, I delved further into his warmth, exploring and savoring every inch of his flesh.

2. Groaning in Sublime Ecstasy

His skin was smooth and supple, and when I finally reached the point where his long shaft dove into his abdomen, I felt a daydream-like sensation overcome me. I could feel myself getting lost in the sheer pleasure of our intimate moment, as I slid my mouth slowly along his shaft. Asher groaned in ecstasy as I moved in rhythm with his every deep thrust, teasing and tantalizing him with my tongue. I could almost hear his desire for me through the waves of his pleasure. His shudders of delight sent waves of sublime pleasure through my own body, and I knew I had to give him more.

Final Thoughts

The city was still, Asher was still. Nothing but the sound of his well worn leather coat as we embraced in the shadows. His hands had found their way beneath my shirt as we enjoyed the final moments of our intense encounter. I still remember the smell of his skin, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth. As we pulled away, his eyes still full of desire, we had exchanged a lifetime of pleasure in that single encounter. I imagine him still, often in that moment, and I can’t help but smile to myself when it comes to mind. Going down on Asher was a darkly erotic tale that I will never forget.