I have new dress and a new lover, and it is a new world, where I do things like throw my head back and stroke my fingertips over the perfect ears of the man with his head between my legs. Part of me worries about what he might see or taste or smell, but most of me knows he's done this before to women and men, if the rumors are true. He wouldn't be doing it to me if he didn't want to.
And oh, he is very good at this, every movement slow and wet as he licks into me. When he laughs I can feel it all up through me, like bubbles in a spring. He looks up at me, his gray eyes not bored anymore. "No-o, not a dress," I agree breathlessly as he wets a long finger.
I know what he's going to do with it, of course, but it's still the loveliest shock to feel the manicured crook of it deep inside me. Not fumbling or forcing, just rubbing with the most perfect rhythm. "Just-just an orgasm."
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Date: 2012-01-19 09:51 am (UTC)And oh, he is very good at this, every movement slow and wet as he licks into me. When he laughs I can feel it all up through me, like bubbles in a spring. He looks up at me, his gray eyes not bored anymore. "No-o, not a dress," I agree breathlessly as he wets a long finger.
I know what he's going to do with it, of course, but it's still the loveliest shock to feel the manicured crook of it deep inside me. Not fumbling or forcing, just rubbing with the most perfect rhythm. "Just-just an orgasm."
Well, that's what it's called, isn't it?