I sent the following email to my gal a short while ago, completely unsolicited. I haven’t heard back from her yet. I will report later what her reaction is.
Darling, here’s what I want you to think about — me kneeling between your legs on a king-sized bed. I am kissing my way up your legs, I kiss your knees, lick your thighs, gently caress your shapely legs with my lithe fingers … I kiss closer and closer as your legs spread wider for me and your hands tussle my hair. I can feel the heat radiating from your pussy as my face nears. Your musk and scent draw me closer, until my lips are imperceptibly close to yours. My hot breaths make you squirm and buck slightly.
You raise your hips, trying to meet my lips. My hands are on your hips and I steady myself, holding my face just millimeters from your nirvana. I hold there, for what (for you, certainly) seems like an eternity too long … until I barely move my head forward, and proceed to give you — to give your beautiful pussy — the deepest, wettest, sexiest kiss, slipping my tongue inside you, nibbling and sucking your lips, tasting and drinking your wetness … I probe you with my tongue, dashing and darting like a butterfly all around, flicking and flitting and brushing and dancing softly … and interspersing that with bouts of sucking and licking a little more forcefully. You writhe and moan and are lost in the pleasure of it, seeking only with your hands on my head to pull me in to you further.
With my mouth still on you I look up, only to see your head tipped back and your eyes rolling, indicating you are completely lost in lust and pleasure … and then, THEN … I give you the sloooooowest, sexiest lick, from the bottom of your pussy all … the … way … up … to … your .. clit. After rolling the tip of my tongue around your clit, I take it between my lips and proceed to nibble and suck … and suck a little harder … giving you these little pulses with my lips … sucking and sucking your clit, feeling the orgasm welling inside of you, knowing it’s coming, coming, coming, feeling it build in you, drawing it out of you, never letting go of that clit … and then you explode. You go completely off wild wild abandon and combustion. You cry out and buck wildly and I can barely hang on as you scream and shriek and buck and cum. Your cunt gushes, positively gushes over my face with the waves of your orgasm and I cannot drink you fast enough.
Who knows how long these waves of pleasure continue to wash over you? It seems like seconds, it seems like hours. It makes no difference as time means nothing at this point. And I don’t let go. My face is still pressed between your legs. My lips are still on yours, albeit so gently. I know how sensitive you are at this moment, like an electrical wire, and even the slightest movement of my lips or my head can seem like too much and send shocks through you. But we stay there as you come down, my face covered in you, covered in your sex, covered in your cum. You need the warmth, the heat of my mouth on you, and are desperate that I should not lift my head up and take my lips from you. You whimper and yelp very quietly and moan and shift and buck as tiny little aftershocks shoot through you — a million teeny orgasms following on after the giant one you just had. Your head spins and you see colors and shapes and a kaleidoscope of images that were not there earlier. You are breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, your whole body flush, exhausted, exhilarated, lying exposed in the shadows of the room and under the lazy swirling ceiling fan with my prostrate body between you.
Your legs are spread casually wide — you know that you can’t have enough of me on you, in you, and you offer me your everything. With my head still buried between your legs, my arms are wrapped around you, my hands up gently, so gently, caressing your sensitive breasts. And I have never once taken my mouth off of you. We lie there like that until you have completely come down. We are still. Very still. The only motion in the room the slow fan making its revolutions.
And then … then … slowly, imperceptibly, I once more begin to move my tongue …
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/85xiyc/emailed_this_to_my_wife_this_afternoon_mf
Anyone else hear musk and think elk?