spliff tucked between my lips
your face wedged between my thighs,
soft and plush against the
coarseness of your beard.
a clit
and a J –
we both have something
we need to suck in order to feel good.
Author: jules_grules
A Precum Poem (F+M)
I love the way he smears precum over my mouth to bait me for more.
He makes long, deliberate strokes as if his cockhead were a paintbrush.
I relish that slime, as I lick my lips clean.
He’s got more for me.
He’s got me gagging for that next fix of iridescent goo.
Mmmm, when I eat it I feel sublime –
Powerful even.
I wear it like a badge of honor,
on my tits, my face,
my cunt with a deep ache for
what’s overdue.
He’s never heard the word no leaving this
mouth –
shaped in a permanent pout.
I get what I want.
But he likes when I beg.
No love stories for me,
I just love to give head.
Car Quickie
*We arrived to the concert a little later than I’d hoped, but I need my fix. You push back your seat, pulling at your belt as I climb over into your lap. Your cock is starting to swell and I rub my bare ass against it. You’re pulling off my shirt and your face is rubbing against my small tits. I reach down to fish you out of your pants, giving some pressure to the head of your cock with my thumb. *
*I let some spit drip onto it and smear it while your hands move to my ass. You spread my cheeks and angle my pussy so you can split it open with your cockhead. My arms wrap around your shoulders. I’m gasping in your ear. You stuff into me and I start grinding and bouncing – using your moans as encouragement to alter my tempo. I can feel that you’re not going to last long. I’ve teased you the whole way to the concert. I know your balls are full for me.*
Uni slut forgets her ?
I’m walking home with a friend from uni. When I get to my house I realize I’ve misplaced the key. Luckily my friend agrees to let me hang at his place until my parents get home and can let me in the house. When we get to his place he changes for lacrosse practice. His dad is in the kitchen, drinking some green drink he doesn’t appear to be enjoying. He recognizes me as his son’s friend. The friend that has a slew of rude rumors spreading about her at uni, that his son recently told him about. The word is that she’s always sucking on lollipops because (I shit you not) she has a medically diagnosed “oral fixation” and that she supposedly celebrated her last birthday by sucking cock at a dive bar glory hole. You’d never tell from her looks. She comes from a very religious family actually.
He tells his son not to spread things like that around. But seeing me there – he has to ask about those rumors and if they bother me.