She’s the most demanding when she wants me in her mouth.
She says it comes from a different place than other things. It’s not a desire that rises from her cunt to her lips, and it’s not an urge that permeates her entire body.
She smiles and says it’s her appetite; she calls it her forgetful hunger. It comes out of nowhere and it overwhelms her until she’s gotten what she wants. She loses focus and attention. Her patience vanishes in an instant.
And when she finally has me, my body writhing above her or below her, she laughs with satisfaction. Joy and love mix together in one carnivorous act of communion until both of us have given up any hope of explanation.
It’s only when her mouth is around me that I know for certain; there is no place else she’d rather be.
©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#606)