Saturday, January 22, 2011

no regrets: your hands on my body were all i wanted, once.

“Taste yourself,” you demand as your hand slides out of my panties. “Taste how good you are to me.”

My mouth opens slightly as you press your nose to mine, breathing deeply. The tip of your finger dips inside. My tongue darts out.

“Yes,” you hiss and press in a little further. “Yes.”

Moisture flows between my legs as you watch me wrap my tongue around what you’ve offered, lapping it from your skin to savor it.

It’s me. You. Decadence.

I moan around your finger and take it all. Every last drop.

Your eyes never leave my mouth.


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