She treated me to her sexual innuendo…
She wanted to sign the walls of my labyrinth so she could never get lost any time she wanted to find the path to my core which was more like the Labyrinth of Minos. In addition to, she wanted me to make her whole body a Manuscript. She taught my mouth all her favorite places and she got me addicted to the sounds of her ‘BLESS ME’ as I surpassed all her zones till I almost forgot my surname.
I have to admit i had a fetish to her body she would stand on the lamp light except for her cotton black embroidered cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs, unzip my fly take out ‘Mr Willy’ The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. I would try to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth. I would see her fake eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me…
“Are we just gonna keep on doing this over and over again?” she broke out
“As long as it keeps you happy”
“I don’t want it no more?” she insisted
“Are you sure? I know you don’t mean the words you said to me”
I moved closer to her and with one hand grabbed her ass and pushed her forward to lean on me
“Do you want to leave this tasty and sensual touches and tender kisses… come here,” I pushed her more closer to the core till she could feel the length and level of my arousal, brutal.
She clearly knew how to pick coconuts from my tree, her diamond shaped tummy; petite ass; banana breasts; alluring or should I say mellifluous lips were a clear turn on I would consequently roll my tongue all through from the nape of her neck, whisper sweet-nothings into her ear and bite the lobe of her ear, she would gasp as I plundered her soft ‘yellow’ skin with my tongue… I drove the tongue inside her and she set off to another one of her shattering moans that was Music to my ear. She was quite an instrument to play so finely tuned and if touched right she made the most glorious sounds – raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure. She held my hair and pulled me closer to her as I’d ordered her. I thrust one finger into her crooking it and hitting the right spot that turned to a high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against me, her legs quaking and when i finally slowed down to look up at her, her hair was a wild tumble and her face glowed.
“On a second thought… I… really want this” she finally managed to utter.
I know too well I am not more of Nolan Keats who inspired the series Submission but I tried.