Eat Pussy Like a Fat Kid Eats Cake

After making out on my bed for what seems like an eternity, my thespian asks, “Do you always kiss like that?”

Taken back, chunks of shaky silent stumbles out of my mouth between words, “Yeah. No? I don’t know.” How drunk am I?  Until I blurt, “Why?” in the bitchiest tone I know.

“I can tell you’re a water sign. You go with the flow.” He smiles innocently with perfect white teeth, dimples, and cornflower-blue eyes. Another import from somewhere in the midwest trying to make it as an actor in Los Angeles.

As shirts stretch and knees bang, our clothing slowly makes its way to their rightful place on the floor. Curveball, tighty-whities. He looks like a hotter, blonder, and less hairy Tom Hanks in Big. Like a child that suddenly grew before changing his clothes. I bite my bottom lip to stop from laughing.

Actor-boy’s smooches trail down my chest, between my breasts until he reaches my freshly shaved pussy. He’s tender and sweet. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been eaten out. He licks from the bottom of my vagina, between my folds, and up to my clitoris. Cunnilingus isn’t one of my ‘must dos’ but if his tongue likes to wander, I’m not going to stop him.

My body moves in association to his primo oral skills. Every lick is warm, wet, and slow. His hands hold my thighs tenderly. Looking down, he seems comfortable. Outstretched on his stomach with feet in the air and ankles crossed. Midwest isn’t just getting me ready, he’s setting up shop.

His tongue dips inside of me, twists, and pushes in deeper. I have a greater appreciation for the phrase, ‘a seven inch tongue and breathes through his ears.’ He wiggles inside of me, flickering the tip quickly while widening. It feels overwhelming, almost unnatural.

His hands hold my legs back from squeezing his skull into a pancake. The dryness of his finger entering my dripping pussy sends a pleasurable wave up and out of me, as if hitting the detonator on a bomb. Bomb pussy.

Moving slowly at first, his finger explores me. His tongue moves one way, his finger moves the other. Actor-boy’s lips find my clit and he puts the same vigor into vibrating it back and forth as he had inside. Meanwhile, with more room, he adds another finger and arcs them as they penetrate me faster. With his fingers and tongue fighting to make me cum, I can’t hold back, and for the first time I squirt.

After a couple of hours of the worst sleep possible, I accept that this is as well rested as I am going to get.  We make small talk but with little sleep, my social cues are off. Kissing seems less dangerous. Within a minute he is back to kissing my other set of lips. This man is clearly addicted to eating pussy.

Call me an enabler.

 

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