The blindfolded taste of lust-4

“Get him wet” she orders him. She’s behind her husband and she’s holding his erection in her hand, pointing it towards him.

Why is the thought of taking his erect penis in his mouth now so unpleasant? This is irrational, completely irrational; he knows he wants to do this; he knows this is a real desire. As soon as he had entered the room and saw the husband tied to the bed, his eyes had stopped on his manhood, his mouth had watered with the sheer thought of having it tonight. He wants this. He opens his mouth, f***es himself to keep his eyes open, and there’s a first contact. This is just flesh. Yet there’s a distance, a distance between his reticence and the electricity he knows he should be feeling, he suspects the husband is feeling at the contact of his mouth. Almost mechanically he runs his tongue around it, he objectively tastes the taste, but the intoxication of desire is missing. And there’s the fear of what is yet to come, the boarder that is on its way to being crossed. He takes him deeper like one would a banana just for fun, without the real intent of pleasuring.