In a blog dedicated to passion, romance, and animalistic bad-temper fucking painted in a red theme, a deviation into the blue seems appropriate as the lyrics of Blue Monday ring through my ole noggin when I see the face of the female version of our species hitting her utmost endorphin-laden peak.
I wonder if I am alone. Do other men have this thought? Not that I ever gave a shit about other men. Women, sure. Men? Most are idiots anyways.
I cannot help but to wonder, what it feels like, to be her. Not in a “I’m ready to get pegged” kinda way.
Nope. Sorry cupcake, this kinky motherfucker is all about retaining the Dominant role. Hard to do that on my back. No switchy switchy for me. Even if it feels great, which from the finger in the ass blowjob’s I’ve had, I imagine it does.
No, I’m not talking about the ass. I’m talking about all of it.
The clitoral chicky-chicky 80s DJ rubdown to orgasm. What’s that like? The G spot version of the Big O.
The spasm of my manhood flooding you with my crème de la him after your just had a good pummeling in the heartbeat-laden pussy? What’s that feel like?
Getting eaten out. And well. Two fingers inside the pussy with a tongue on overdrive and a hand around your neck. I wonder.
My curiosity will always keep me searching for another angle, I suppose to my own benefit. And hers. I just wish you could tell me…
How does it feel?