Unlike some men, I am well aware that your clitoris is not “inside” your pussy.
Yet, I still cannot resist the need to push my tongue right inside of you, lapping up your thickest wetness, spilling out across my tongue.
Savoring every drop of you as you flood my mouth, running across my taste buds and sending me into another world.
I have to be honest; I am getting hard as I type this just thinking about forcing my tongue inside of you. Looking up to your clit and telling myself in my own mind…“Nah, that clit can wait. I will have plenty of time to make her cum. Right now, this part – my tongue inside you – although you will love it – this just me being selfish.”
I cannot help that want to be selfish as your salt and sweetness runs over my tongue and I taste every last bit of your privacy. As I devour, all of what you hold to be most personal.
Every sweet last drip as my tongue penetrates you will be my gift to myself.
I know it’s still going to make you shudder inside. I suppose the way I look at sex is just different than most men. I feel like I am “being selfish” at this moment. I somehow get proud of this “selfishness”, as I push inside you with my tongue and you just don’t cum from it, even though feels amazing for you.
I am sure you absolutely ache for my selfishness, don’t you, Kitten?
You are getting wet for my selfishness, right now, at this moment as you read my words. Go ahead, push your hand down and see if you are wetter than before.
Are you? Are you wetter than when you started reading?
Are you wetter after you thought about me, stuffing this tongue inside your saturated hole? Are you?
Would you mind if I push this tongue inside you then?
Also published on Medium.