Hello, my deviants. It’s Jessi.
If you’re here, you probably know my name. You’ve seen it,
maybe rolled it around on your tongue, and wondered what kind of person calls
themselves Jessi Fellatio. The answer is simple: a man who knows his place. And
his place, unequivocally, is on his knees.
In a world obsessed with power, with control, with being an “alpha,”
I’m here to sing the praises of the opposite. I’m here to talk about the
sublime, soul-shattering beauty of surrender.
Let’s get one thing straight: being a bottom isn’t about
being weak. It’s not about being passive or a doormat. That’s the biggest
misconception in the book. True submission, the kind I crave and live for, is
an act of immense strength. It’s a conscious choice to hand over the reins, to
say, “I trust you enough to take me apart. I trust you to put me back
together.”
Think about it. What requires more courage? To constantly be
in control, to be the one driving, to be the one making all the decisions? Or
to willingly place your body, your pleasure, your very safety in someone else’s
hands? To look them in the eye and say, “My will is yours to command. My body
is yours to use”?
That, my friends, is power. It’s the power of absolute
trust.
As a bisexual bottom, I have the profound privilege of
serving both men and women. And let me tell you, the energy is different, but
the divinity is the same. With a man, there’s a primal, raw power In being
filled, in being physically overtaken, in feeling the strength in his hands as
he claims me. It’s a visceral, grounding experience that connects me to a core,
animalistic part of myself.
With a woman, it’s a different kind of worship. It’s an act
of devotion. It’s about looking up at her from between her thighs and knowing
that my entire purpose in that moment is to be a vessel for her pleasure. It’s
about learning the unique geography of her body, about finding the rhythm that
makes her gasp, about losing myself so completely in her ecstasy that my own
ego dissolves. It’s a spiritual experience.
My mouth is my altar. My body is my offering. And a
Top—whether they have a cock or a cunt—is my deity for the night.
This isn’t just about sex. It’s about service. It’s about
the deep, abiding satisfaction that comes from giving pleasure. My own orgasm
is secondary, a beautiful, often explosive byproduct of their satisfaction. My
true climax is hearing that guttural moan, feeling that shudder, knowing that I
was the instrument of their release.
So, this space is for me. But it’s also for you. For my
fellow bottoms who know the sacred truth of surrender. For the Tops who
understand the awesome responsibility of command. For the curious who wonder
what it’s like to let go.
This is where I’ll share my stories. The good, the bad, the
filthy, and the profound. Welcome to my world. Welcome to JessiFellatio.com.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I have some worshiping
to do.
Yours in Service,
Jessi
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