I don’t think about candlelight

Latin is a beautiful language. It’s given its roots to many of the languages of the world, English among them (although much of English springs from Germanic roots). It’s also a ridiculously precise language, able to say things with a single word that English requires two or three to express. Let’s take the English term blowjob as an example. The English slang originated with prostitutes in the 1930s. Derived from the term ‘blow off’ which was used by dancers and sex workers to refer to the end of their act, it indicates that this is, in fact, work. It’s not fun. It’s a way to make a guy cum quick. It’s less than a century old, yet the act itself has existed throughout all recorded history, and probably long before we had anything even resembling formal language Thok and Thok (one of those Thoks is probably female but not necessarily...) were using their mouths to bring pleasure to each other. Latin takes that whole thing and brings about the sublime joy of sharing oral pleasure, linking it to the most basic of human instinct with its root word, fēllō (literally ‘I suck’) and gives us fellatio, the art of sucking. Prostitutes invented lipstick for the purpose of advertising their skill at fellatio. It’s something that one should take pride in.

Latin gives us a much less beautiful word as well, but one which is almost as satisfying. Irrumātiō, the act of violently inserting a penis into someone else’s mouth. Sometime between 84 and 54 BCE the poet Catullus wrote in response to his critics, ‘Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo’. Literally ‘I’m gonna buttfuck and skullfuck you.’ Latin is a fun language.

This gives us the words to understand exactly what you’re doing the Christine in the champagne room of Sugar Daddy’s (since without words, concepts have no meaning). With a tight grip on her hair, you forcefully irrumate her, and while she may be a talented fellatrix, you are a very enthusiastic irrumator. You rise to your feet to get better leverage and begin to piston in and out of her throat with a great deal of alacrity, punishing her face like you would a dog that peed on the rug. That is, after all, the end goal. To make her your Futatrix (Latin for bitch, literally woman who is fucked).

“Look at me while I’m in your throat.” You growl this, barely audible over the pumping bass, and her eyes rise to gaze up at you, glazed with lust, fear, and something like awe. You slow your thrusts but don’t reduce the **** you’re using. Numbers fly by in your peripheral vision, but neither of your brains is in any state to pay attention to them. Lizard brain is getting the thrill of it’s life, while sociopath brain is doing its best to work this situation to its advantage, and, remembering that her Lust is now keyed to your orgasm, doing its best not to fill her esophagus with cum.

Praga Khan is going through the final litany of what he doesn’t think about when he thinks of love when you finally give her the chance to breathe again. You drag her to her feet by her hair and stare coldly into her beautiful bloodshot eyes. Your right hand gently grips her throat and applying just a tiny bit of pressure with each word, you command her. “Meet me in the lot after you’re done. You’re inviting me home with you tonight, and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk and your brains are in a puddle on your mattress. Do you understand?”

Your balls ache so bad with the need for release, but by **** of will you restrain yourself. She gazes back at you through half lidded eyes, her mascara running down her cheeks, and eagerly nods her head.

“Good girl. Now go get cleaned up and get back to work.”

She smiles brightly and scurries away repeating “Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I can hardly wait.” At the door to what you can only guess is the backstage hall she turns and looks back at you, beaming a beautiful smile. “You have a fantastic cock.”

And then she’s gone. You pull up your pants and head back out to the club, then to the parking lot, nodding to Kitten on your way out and idly noting that the motorcycle is no longer parked outside. You get into your car and pull out your phone. Time to see how badly you fucked your sister up.