Can I sit on your face for a while?

t’s been a long day in a long year. I know it’s been more than a year since the pandemic began, but it all feels like one long miserable slog of a year. I just want to unwind.

I’m tired of reading about all the horrible things going on in the world. The politics. The cruelty. The climate change disasters. I just want to be selfish for a minute and sit on your face.

I want your hands on my hips or my thighs or limp at your sides. Whatever you want. You’re relaxing in bed, on the ground in my garden, or on the couch… and my panties are in my mouth. I could straddle your head with my thighs, my pussy pressed to your lips, desperate for your tongue. Desperate for you to taste me and tell me how badly you want me.

I want you to lick me and kiss me until all the bad thoughts evaporate from my soul. Don’t worry about making me cum or anything, it’s not about that. It’s about knowing you’re here, taking care of me, firmly and unrelenting. And if I manage to cum, if I gush and squirt all over your precious face while I moan and tears run down my cheeks… then please don’t ever let me go.

And I know you’ve been hurting too. You’ve been feeling the pressure of the world as it crumbles all around us. You’ve been having headaches and losing sleep. You’ve been worried sick about yourself, about your future, about everything.

I want to be here for you. Let me ease your mind with a kiss. Let me suck on your bottom lip and promise that everything will be just fine. I’m here now.

Let me caress your hair and kiss your shoulders. Let me sink to my knees and take your balls in my mouth. Our negative energy tends to sink to our sexual centers, that’s why our desires are usually first to go when we’re upset or exhausted.

Let me massage your balls with my tongue. And coax all the negativity up and out through your cock. Saliva is a magic cure, so let my tongue coat you completely. Till you’re glistening and hard and I can feel the negativity fading away as you throb with want.

Once you feel restored, I want you to climb on top of me. I’ll lie down on the ground, your bed, or your kitchen floor. Slide your cock inside me. Wrap your arms around me and fuck me with all your might. Or be as gentle as you want. Pour out all your frustrations. Use me like a stress toy, a fuck doll whose only purpose is to just take it. Your stress. Your anxieties. With every thrust, every moan… don’t worry about my pleasure. Whether or not I’m cumming. I don’t want you to think about anyone but yourself, your hardships, your suffering.

I want all of that fucked into me. And you can use me as many times as you’d like. As hard as you want. Whenever you need to. And know that it’s helping me too. You’re fucking away all my worries, all my anxious thoughts, and replacing them with pleasure and peace. Replacing everything with only one thought, one purpose: that I am yours.

I want to be your sweetheart. Your solace. Your peace of mind. And I want you to be mine.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pbcso7/can_i_sit_on_your_face_for_a_while