“Blow me,” he demanded, so I slipped between his legs to follow the suggestion.
Other men may like it hard and fast, constant pistoning strokes which eventually tire my mouth and neck. This one wants it slow and gentle, the barest touches of lips and tongue on hard flesh. But I forget; I forget every time that he needs it differently than I’ve learned to give, and so every time he’s forced to remind me.
“Open your mouth honey,” he asked. “Just use your tongue,” and though I can’t understand how such a light touch can be effective, for him it clearly is. With my mouth wide open I watched him arch up so that everything but his shoulders rose off the bed. When he came only my tongue anchored him down.
So many things in this world I have not yet accomplished, but I have managed to make my partner levitate. Is it wrong to feel deeply proud about this?
Marvelous short story – if only more people strove to try to do one thing well!
Now all you need is to learn to saw him in half and you’ve got yourself an act!
Beautifully written pornetry
Your tongue is a fluttering wing summoning him into his own blissful cloud. Splendid.
Watch her pull a rabbit out of her….um…well.
Yes.
Moving along now.
I’ve added this to “things to do before I die.”
Good luck with that, Sulpicia!
Good flash story. You got right to it and using a different angle. I love everything but the guilt line at the end.
–cupideros
Or strived.
my man reads your stuff daily and has recently became a dick, I should say tonight became a dick. Your sight came up a few times today in our DAY and I would love to chat. 45 almost 46 , graandma and a horny woman with frustrations. if you find the timr it would be cool, forME, HE is on his own most days it seems. He has great skills and I would lovee to chat, hope it is possible,
Brenda
congrats aag…get him t levitate is definitely a good reason to feel proud of oneself! especially if all you need is the gentle stroke of ur tongue and the sweet warmth of ur mouth. loved ur account!
Nicely done!
Cupideros wrote, “I love everything but the guilt line at the end.”
I love Aag’s admission that the guilt line rises in her too. I feel proud, powerful, when I know I have my lover completely engaged and panting, visibly responding. Every time as I savor the mental review I wonder if a better woman would feel this deep spiritual satisfaction over something more meaningful than sex, and I have to remind myself that every act done out of extravagant joy is equally valuable. I think many of us raised in especially religious paradigms have a long retraining process. Even the guilt can be recognized without good/bad judgement as part of the experience for many of us. Thank you aag!
Thank you. This has never been a “zomg I have perfect sex” blog.
:)