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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Oral Fixation

Heart starts to skip beats, slowly raising at a slow pace.
Muscle throbs and tingles, flexing off thoughts, rapidly flooding visions of silhouetted bodies.
Flickers of candles, skin radiating a bronze – golden brown.
Echoes faint, buzz in and out, of moaning and deep breaths of two.
Tasting a distinctive flavor, causing the mouth to water.
Wanting hunger to devour a sweet peaches’ nectar.
That overflows my mouth and throat with sweet thick juices divine.
Leaving my lips and my chin sticky.
This desire went from a want to a need.
A necessity to satisfy this hunger, my Oral Fixation.
Daydreams become wet dreams….
Envisioning, being under a restaurants table, between thighs that quiver and shake.
Caressing the soft lines of muscles from her calves to thighs.
My tongue slithering the pinkness behind phat lips.
Causing the biting of her bottom lip.
Hands ball fists clenching table clothes.
Trying to keep composure.
Visions causes me to flex.
Then change of sets.
Faint sounds of falling water, bring sensations of water running.
Her hand grasping my bald head and me with a mouthful.
A thick thigh across my shoulder, my hands grabbing her ass.
As my tongue twist and circles deeper inside her wet hallway.
The deeper my tongue, the louder her voice is heard.
I can taste drops of her sweet cream.
Closing my eyes, I switch my tongues flow into beast mode until she overflows.
I hear her breathlessly moan and scream my name.
I open my eyes to see her pleasure faces.
I look up and see her riding and grinding my face.
With my tongue beating her walls and adding some suction to her spot.
I take a moment to nibble and run the ball of my piercing against her sweet spot once.
The key to unlock her eruption, her juices flow fast and hard.
Drowning me in her candy rain.
Her body shakes and goes limp.
Breathing deep and heavy, her pulse rapid and skipping.
As I kiss upon her thighs, as she continues dripping.
I whisper ,
” Just relax as I lick you dry.”

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