I learned how to slow down the other day but it was in the least expected place. It was between her legs where she demanded more, where for the first time, the taste of a body felt so good that it left me yearning for more. Her firm grip on my head, holding the little hair I have kept me in the place, which brought her the most pleasure and turned me on. Oh, there were other things that didn’t but we won’t go there, just yet. If you can picture complete physical attraction she was it: masculine to the touch, firm, secure and confident. Her breasts were just the right size too, small enough to grab with your hand, enough so that you knew she was a woman but depending on what she was wearing you may have to do the double take.
I had the desire to continue to please, but my tongue muscles after that night were completely strained. I was worried. This had never happened to me before. The following day, I thought to myself, if she invites me down to her warm goodness would I be able to accept the invitation? This, after all was only a short stay; I had to take advantage of it all. I discovered that despite the fact that I wanted to taste the sweetness that lay in-between those thighs there was no way I had the power to do so. My tongue was on bed rest. It was ok. Before I revealed this, she came clean about her tongue receiving the same diagnosis.
It’s funny to have imagined that I was totally turned off by going down on females prior to this encounter. I’ve been with those who have tasted or smelled bad (and yes this was even after a shower), or were large and I just didn’t want to be down there, then there have been those to no fault of their own, who are like a running faucet, if I wanted that I’d date a man, but with her it was different. She tasted good, wouldn’t let me off the hook for a short ride either, she wanted it all, all that I was capable of and more. Our personalities collided like a high speed chase, I would’ve loved to have seen what it could’ve been like without the intellectual clash (or lack thereof) or the pompous attitude she carried, it’s attractive but only to a certain point.
I’m waiting for the day that it is all there, the day my tongue is out of commission again, but this time for someone with whom I connect with in all regards. In the meantime I’ve learned how to slow down and satisfy. Any takers?
