Cum floods my mouth and covers my tongue. Warm and thick and rich. I let it fill me. I hold it in my mouth and run my tongue around in it to feel the thick saltiness. I want to swallow it. But I also want to play with it. Swallow wins this time and I tilt my head for you to watch. I let it slide down my throat and I open my mouth so you can watch. You are still coming as I swallow and I start gathering it again. I am sucking your dick and drinking your semen. How intimate is that? No amount of adolescent fantasy prepared me to feel this way.
Why do we ever wear clothes when nakedness is so perfect? In my panties and skirt my pussy feels closed, imprisoned. Now she is healthy and open and vibrant. I smell that delicious cunt fragrance and my fingers explore the slippery wetness that oozes out and between my legs, drifting down to gather on my blouse that somehow I am sitting on. I let myself flow. I somehow can see the full image of our actions, like an out of body experience, and this full image tickles all our senses, not just our eyes.
You are naked wearing only a light sweat covering. You are still trembling and your chest is flushed with your orgasm. Your cock is still enormous and pulsating with strong contractions, squeezing every little drop of sperm onto my lips. I am so giddy with delight to be swallowing your cum. I wonder how I ever did this the first time. Then I try to remember a time before I was doing this. There wasn't such a time.
Sex is forever. It is infinite, actually, meaning only that it is complete within itself. It requires nothing beyond itself for completion or perfection.
Plato, in so many words, was right - when we fuck, we become whole (again) and we become perfect. We do what we really are. We put on clothes afterward only to shade us from the blinding glory of our truest natures.
That doesn't mean nothing else is beautiful or worthwhile. Clothed time is simply time away from perfection and completion. Resting if you will.
It's nobody else's business that I tease you by opening my mouth and showing you that your cum is all messy inside. Or that you are willing to let me kiss you and make your mouth messy with it.
This is our erotica. Since sex is perfect and complete, there is no room for what anyone else might think.
Now, what do I want?
I want to fuck your mouth. While I am fucking your mouth I will move my open cunt and bottom around all over your mouth so I can feel both the movement and the touch. That is dancing isn't it? So let it be dancing. And who's to know or care if I move a little too far this way or that? If I open one bottom orifice or the other? If I say messy words like "cunt" instead of vagina, or "lick...my...ass...just...sooooo.."? Who else's business is it but ours? For now anyway...?
Who has to know that you like to let your tongue drift to my asshole and probe around the edges, and maybe a little too much inside me. And who has to know that I absolutely go nuts and adore it when you do that.
