Light Hearted

When you went down on me in your car, at that usual spot in a particular carpark, I was shocked. Not that you did not hesitate, but what bothered me was the smell (if any), and smegma (which surprisingly has benefits besides being weird in one’s mouth).

‘Don’t your ex clean it before you go down on him?’, asked concerned me. ‘No. I guess girls just want to impress their guys’, you replied with a phrase that made me wonder lots more.

The appearance of wet wipes somehow relieved you, and made me felt way better when you blew my mind away with your mouth.

‘Use your hands instead. I don’t want to tire you out’, was the only thing I could say after a whole five minutes of oral that did not get me anywhere near climax.

Were you always asked to use your mouth to finish the job? I felt sorry that I wasn’t as responsive as the other guys you had. Even your handjob, I couldn’t cum as quickly. When you mentioned you could always get them to cum using your mouth, I was worried about your self-esteem.

‘You know, you are the first guy that is.. average’. You had no idea how confused I was. Does a high achiever like you want someone like me? Would you settle for anything lesser than yourself? You are someone guys like me could only dream of meeting (aside from official business), let alone spend the rest of my life with.

One thing that made me go legs wobbling about you is how you loved to please your man (me in this case). To you, I might sound like I am tortured, but deep down, I never felt anymore like a king, pleasured by his queen. You once asked if I went down on my ex(es), and I tell you here, that I will be most willing to go down on you for as long as you like. Of course, with breaks in between.

A part of me wanted to train you to be my slave, which I suspect is due to the ego issues of you being more well-to-do than me. I’m a guy after all. But principles held me back because of my love for you. It certainly transcends above sex and whatever related to it.

You are complete to me. And have no need to conform to my little fantasy of my ‘ideal’ girl. Figure wise, I don’t really care. I would let you ride me like an iGallop. We will get our exercise done together. ;)

Now, I just want to rub you out, and tease you by ‘accidentally’ going too low and poke a finger into you. Hear your squeals again, and admire your horny stern eyes ‘warning’ me. Out of that, I yearn for your fingers around my cock again, using that strawberry lube to control my joystick while I massage your clit in circles.

I love how you would ask for more flavouring before you lick it all up. I love how your fingernail wriggle at the tip before your mouth takes over and suck the life out of me. No, don’t go deep throat. Just lie there, and fondle all you can reach with your fingers. Discover me all over again, listen to my moans as you tighten and loosen your grip. Trail along those veins and find where it pleasure me the most.

And once you’re done, it’s my turn to drag my fingertip along those fleshy wet folds of your pussy. Finding the clit is just the first part, and stroking it is another. My favourite toy for you would magically appear from under the pillow, disappearing into you in an instant. In out in out it goes, throwing you into fits of orgasms as you tried to slow me down but could not defeat the orgasms that sent twitches across your body. As much as you like teasing me, that was my favourite sight. To see my cute little baby falling to my high speed thrusts.

Unlike or like most guys, the foreplay will be the best part of our intimate relationship. We would smell like strawberries when you help me massage that delay spray into my rod, condom ready in my hand for you to roll it down.

You will be the little sheep that stares at me with uncertain eyes, while I spread your thighs for my Titanic to dock. While you were wondering I got the right hole, it would have found its way in. Do you remember how slowly I would push my cock into you? And the gasp of air you take each time I jerked a little deeper?

Imagine it happening repeatedly. We have all the time we need. And you have all the love I have. Slowly, the sharp breaths you take will become shallow, as my hips moved faster at you. At times, you would cum before me. And watching you shiver in pleasure hardens me a little.

Now, turn over for me. Guide me in from between your legs. Oh yes. Can you feel me inside you? I’m going to pound you till I cum. Fuck yes. I cannot forget how my body would not let you go. I just have to have more. ‘Not yet’, was what my mind screamed at me till it was too late.

We know how safe it was with a condom. And those times we needed to take a break to let my senses return to my dick? Today isn’t those days. For a change.. I’ll take it out. I’ll remove the condom, and kneel over your chest. Hold my cock at your mouth. Use both hands to jerk me off. I want to cum on your face.

You kept your eyes on my euphoric expression as I caught glimpses of you, smiling as you drove me to my ends. Before the first load came, I fell forward onto my wooden headboard and you closed your eyes, savouring the beautiful moment when my hot cum splashed over your mouth and nose and cheeks.

It wasn’t strong enough to reach your eyes, but we were both thankful you could still see where to clean. How does it taste baby? Swallow it for me? Just this time?

Well, I wouldn’t know if you can put up a smile after hearing my request. I had no idea how it tasted, but you’re free to spit it out. Okay, there’s some on your cheeks, the edges of your lips and a few drops on your boobs.

Here is when it never fails to get us. Clean up time. Wait. Thirsty me need to drink first. There’s only granny outside. No need to wear your panties. Go go! Into my computer room you went, headed straight for the toilet to pee like after every round.

I love you Baby A. This is for your long distance read.

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