Last night I lay awake in bed for over an hour just fantasizing about you after we said “Goodnight.” The tease of you wanting to tell me stories kept my mind racing…
I imagined sitting on the L intersection of your couch, legs spread, wearing only a thin, tight tank top and some knee high socks. I imagined you turning down your hall, unaware of my presence, and seeing me there, ready and waiting. The look on your face… stopped dead in your tracks, eyes wide and mouth agape. I can just see it now, the fire immediately burning in your eyes as your pants instantly get tighter.
I imagine your mouth closing, jaw clenching, and eyebrow cocked as I tell you, “Eat it.”
It’s not a request. There is no uncertainty or question in my voice. It is a command, and I can see it in your eyes that you understand.
You take your time. Savoring every aspect of the moment – the sight of me, my sweet musk, and even sweeter taste. Kneeling down before me, you trace your fingers along my little pink slit, bringing a sigh to my lips and a quickening to my breath…
I imagined you slowly running the tip of your tongue from my asshole all the way up to my clit and spreading my glistening lips with it. Making me quiver and moan. Fuck… I want so much more, but at the same time don’t want the exquisite torture to end.
Licking up my dripping honey, you push into me further… sinking your tongue into my depths. Lapping at my g-spot, filling me, devouring me. Just when I think you’re as far in as possible, you press your face against me and shove your tongue aaalllll the way up my pussy. You have to grab ahold of my hips as I cry out and buck in orgasm, covering you with my cum.
But you don’t let up, not for a second. You dive in and out, alternating between flicking my g-spot as sucking on my clit making me pour my honey out as I scream with terrible pleasure. I’m cumming so hard that it hurts, but I grab a fistful of your hair and push you in further as wave after wave of tortured bliss wracks through my body.
Even now, as I remember my fantasy and type it out, my hips involuntarily writhe and thrust and my pussy fills with need. I want you to read this and have to catch your breath as streams of sweet precum drip from your growing cock.
Fuck I wish I could read your stories.
Your confessions.
Maybe, if I’m lucky, someday I’ll see some anonymous confessions and stories telling of the ravaging of a pixie…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p6l99f/confessions_mf_oral_fantasy_dominate_female_orgasm