#44) The Silver-Tongued Devil – mild sexual content

After my spanking, when we usually get right down
to fucking, whether frolicsome screwing, or being nailed down to the bed
(depending on the handyman who is doing me at the time),
this time, late, a few nights ago, I said, “Why don’t you taste what you do to me?”
To make sure he got the gist of the request, I played with my sex,
opened myself to him, for him to see how wet he gets me.
With a Cheshire cat grin, my relatively-new lover licked me,
a long, raspy tongue taking swipes the length of my slit
then circled at the apex, and lapped at my tiny clit.
This is exactly how I touch it when trying to bring myself off.
He’d watched while spanking me, really observed,
what I was doing between my thighs,
when I thought he was just concentrating on my ass,
and having learned, he showed off his knowledge,
which touched me more than words could say,
touched me deeper than any tongue or fingers could reach.
So the next night at six P.M. I called out, “Dinner’s on the table!”
My lover looked puzzled when he came into my kitchen
to be greeted by no food, no fragrance of food from the oven, the table bare.
I shrugged off my sundress to join in its nakedness and
clambering up on the flat surface, laid down on my back
and opened my thighs for him once more.
“Remember when we babysat my nephew last week?
How, at four-years of age, if something is fun to do once,
like jumping off the curb into a rain puddle,
it’s worth doing again and again?” He nodded, staring at my aroused sex.
“Jump back into my puddle, darling,” I smiled, grabbing him by the ears.
He licked me even more expertly, didn’t just robot-repeat his previous moves,
which touched me more than words can say,
touched me more profoundly than both tongue and fingers simultaneously could.

4 responses to “#44) The Silver-Tongued Devil – mild sexual content”

  1. Maybe this is a matter of absences making the heart grow fonder (or some such place in my anatomy). I hope my readership will allow me the license to move an inch or two away from butt-stuff…

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  2. Your title leads to the question: “If a silver-tongued devil went down on a vampire or werewolf……would it feel good or hurt?” 😉

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      • Well I realized that “silver-tongued” wasn’t literal, but that was the point of the joke. According to legend, werewolves and vampires can’t handle silver, right? So such an act would not feel good at all…….maybe even cause their parts to go up in flames……IF the tongue was actually silver that is.

        (It’s not funny if you have to explain it, LOL)

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