Chapter 1 "the way you eat my p***y"A Poem by J. B.adult content. this is chapter one and will be continued in other chapters. enjoy ;)
i stop to catch my breath, beneath the
sheets and heavy blanket I tossed over my head before thrusting my tongue between your legs. your body shivers; i can feel your legs quivering in my hands tremors and a cold sweat; evidence of the earthquake force orgasm that you experienced only moments before. only then only now would i dare stop to catch my breath and replay that beautifully erotic scene of sweet perversion in my head pause your p***y was already wet by the time my lips had made the journey from your mouth ..down to your collar bone ..down ..down.. I pause to breathe in the smooth, sweet skin of your breasts, my breath trickles out of slightly parted lips to tickle your nips; they rise and fall as your beating heart quickens its' pace and you bring your hands to my head to push my open mouth down onto your warm, hard mounds but i object and I force your hands back above your head not yet, babygirl. not yet. i blow gently on those beautiful tips again; it's a small and gentle move for me but the gentle breeze that blows forth from my mouth has hurricane force effects on you i look up at you, your eyes shine with the unspeakable plea; "please. let me feel those lips on me" I finally give in and gently wrap my warm mouth completely around the swollen, throbbing peaks that rise to greet me; sucking in. biting down, but only, slightly. tracing the tip with my tongue your nips; round, silky smooth like pearls. perfect it began as a gentle provocation; laying beside one another, eyes locked and bodies pulled in close so close so close I could see your lips part slightly your chest begin to rise and fall in anticipation of what we both knew would come soon but not. just. yet. you see, i do not know you well; we met once before a week ago and felt a rush of desire, natural in its' essence as if the universe was awaiting the connection between the two of us and all that was left was for us to finally meet. so you called me tonight 2am I would love to see you tonight, if you're not busy perhaps I could come spend the night at your place this was a suggestion you knew I would not refuse and here we are. your p***y was already wet by the time my tongue had traveled its' way down to trace the plush, pink, throbbing folds of those lips the sweet smell of soaked sheets beneath them speaking to me the same way your eyes did before, begging me to quench my thirst and in the process quenching yours as well you thrust your open fingers through my hair pushing my head down deeper into you forcing your dew-laden petals aside, so wet with desire, my face glistens from the contact and your warmth trickles down my chin i take my fingers to gently catch the flow, look up at you and bring my wet fingers to my mouth, tasting you savoring you you let out a soft moan, and force my head back down. you grind on my lips as my tongue flicks that sweet spot that is your c**t, you let out a cry that gives away your pleasant surprise; he knows what he is doing you grind harder into my face faster, harder faster. harder. you're getting close and then it happens i open my mouth as a tsunami flow meets my already soaked lips. i worship the taste as you give me the sweet nectar of your orgasm. you fumble for words, when finally between heavy sighs and deep inhales you muster the composure to exhale the words oh, the way you eat my p***y i look up at you, a mischievous grin dancing upon my lips "can i have another taste?" before you can respond, i begin to run my tongue softly and slowly in circles on your c**t again. you let out a low and long "fuuuuuuuck" look down at me and moan out a broken record of sweet repetition. again. again. and again "oh, the way you eat my p***y" sweet, savory music to my ears. © 2017 J. B.Featured Review
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6 Reviews Added on December 7, 2017 Last Updated on December 11, 2017 AuthorJ. B.NYC, NYAboutFeminist Anti-Trump MMA instructor Musician/Composer Activist USMC veteran Intellectual Kink and sex-positive advocate more..Writing
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