“Are you trying to lick my eyeball?” I asked.
“No, just your eyelashes.”
“Why are you trying to lick my eyelashes?”
“Because they’re there,” he told me.
“That makes sense.”
“It does. And if I actually do lick your eyeball, I will have had my tongue on every square inch of your body.”
I ran through a quick mental inventory. “That’s actually true. You’d better lick it then, just so the evening can be complete.”
“You don’t mind my tongue on your eyeball?”
“Did I mind your tongue here?” I wiggled a certain body part that had received oodles of tongue attention earlier. “Or here? Or here?” More wiggles.
“No, you didn’t seem to mind at all.” He placed his fingers back on one of those spots. My voice was destroyed from coming so loudly before, so we were both very very quiet for a few moments.
Eventually he spoke again. “It’s really too bad that I haven’t been able to make you come tonight.”
It took a moment for the joke to sink into my serotonin-flooded brain. “Yes, yes it is. Things just don’t seem to fit for us.” Bear in mind that as I spoke, we were wound around each other like snakes.
Regret hung heavy in his voice. “Right. We don’t click. Not at all.”
“Some people don’t. It’s just the way life works.”
“Well, what are we going to do about it?” he asked. “We’re naked…”
“That we are.” I squeezed one part of him that was particularly naked.
“And we’re together.”
“Yes, yes we are.”
“We have time to try again. Maybe it’ll be better this time.”
“I don’t have high hopes,” I told him. “The first time you gave this to me in the ass,” another gentle squeeze from my hand, “it felt just awful. I can’t imagine that doing it again would feel any better.”
He said, “All we can do is try. Are you game?”
I sighed. “If we must.”
So we did. And it was of precisely the same quality as the first time.
AAG,
The old school teacher method. Try, try again.
Pete
AAG, you’re an awesome writer. Your sense of timing and rhythm is perfect, and the ending line is just brilliant. Cheeky!
Funny, but it would be much funnier if we could watch the two of you writhing in ecstasy as you delivered these counterpointed lines!
Yes Cherrie a capital idea.
A hot post, thank you. This newish reader enjoyed it.
When I was a teen, there was a mean rumor about the girl who the already mean slut rumors had descended upon for whatever reason. Anyway, supposedly she liked to make out with boys and ask them to lick her eyeball.
After I knew this, I still asked her out once and was turned down.
This guy has a certain French phrase, for sure. It’s hard enough trying to justify deep kissing an ear … let alone an eyeball LOL
Well done, hotly enticing chronicle…now of course we want…the rest of the story…. !
Sounds to me like you need to institute some quailty control measures. Otherwise, all your profits are going to be eaten up in re-work. I’d get right on that if I were you, or soon you might be facing bankruptcy.
A positive attitude in the face of defeat is always the best course of action. It’s nice to see when you get handed lemons you’re able to make lemonade, lemon meringue pie, lemon squares, lemon souffle ….
*grins*
Practice makes perfect. And if it doesn’t, it’s fun in the process!
Just came over here from Biker’s Balls and Teacher’s tits. Will be reading more.
Jes is right. You are a superb writer. This is the cutest story!
I second the vote for video…but then, I always do that.
AAG, you get more creative and inventive every day — not only in your sex life, but also your writing. And as always, I’m happy to see that you’re happier these days. You deserve a man (or woman, hehe) who treats you right, and it’s nice to see you’re finally getting at least the beginnings of what you deserve.
I sure hope you finally got yours….LOL great writings. Glad to see your having some fun for a change…. great big ole hug to you.
Nicely done.
They say, “third times the charm.”
~~cheers,AAG!~~
You got the write stuff!
xx,adam b.
~~I can’t believe I wrote that!
Musta got lost, via the J Geil’s Band!
(don’t mind me.
I’m half-aroused..and half-asleep,///
and, this is my swan-song,
so they say:
Farewell & always shine, babe!)
xx,b/adam.