Posts tagged “cunnilingus

Hunger

i wanna eat you
in the crude sense
not the literal one
‘though
i do wanna lick you
all over your body
and taste your sweat
and
i wanna smell you
inhale your stink
sup from your cunt
but
i will eat you until you cry
with pleasure and i
am full


Hungry

i want your pussy for dinner
and i want it for my lunch,
i want your pussy for supper
and i want it for my brunch.

i want your pussy for breakfast
and in between my meals,
i want your pussy at tea time
and to eat until you squeal.

i want to eat your pussy banquet,
and i want taste your pussy snacks,
i want to get my fill of you
and feast upon your snatch.


Boiling point

i kiss your neck
your breasts
168°

i wet your hardening nipples
and blow
184°

i kiss your belly
your mound
your pussy
and like a hot
summer breeze
you moan
193°

i flick your clit
with my tongue
and feel you writhe
and hear you
gasp
and cuss
202°

faster and wetter
dripping
filling
my mouth
with your sweet nectar
210°

the heat rises
ripples run through you
211°

your back arches
your fingers grasp
at sheets
your orgasm approaches
211.9°

i stop
and watch
211.8°

and return
211.9°
211.99°

i stop again and blow
cold against your clit
you beg and punch
and call me names
211.9°

and i bury my head
again
211.99°
211.999°

i stop
and wait
and listen to you plead
captivated
by your need
211.99°

i taste
211.999°
211.9999°

and stop
211.999°
211.99°

and lick
211.999°
211.9999°
211.99999°

until you scream
and boil
and bubble
212°

and steam


The big oak desk

your desk at work is a big, old fashioned oak affair, covered on three sides and facing the door. i am not supposed to visit you at work, so when we hear someone approaching down the corridor outside, you tell me to hide, under the desk.

as i crouch there, listening to your conversation with some man, i slip my hand up inside your short, green, cotton skirt and gently tickle the inside of your thigh. your voice goes up a notch briefly before you bring it under control.  you gesture to me to stop with a hand under the desk, which i grab and kiss and you pull it away, but i know you are suppressing a smile up there.

when he has gone, you tell me to come out but i don’t, i slide my hands further up your legs to the top of your thighs and pull your panties to one side and plant a gentle kiss on your pussy, feeling how warm it is getting. you tell me to ‘stop it’, but i can tell from the hidden giggle in your voice that you don’t mean it. i kiss you again, longer and harder and feel you getting wet as i flick softly at your clit with my tongue. i push your legs wide open and run my tongue up the length of your silky treasure, loving your taste and the way your hips are now rocking lightly back and forth with the rhythm of your pleasure as i lick harder and faster at your throbbing, hard clit.

i feel your orgasm begin to rise in you, a distant carnal rumbling, making your legs tremble. you have to grip the edge of the desk hard to prevent yourself from moaning. then i hear another voice, a man’s, he is asking you lots of questions. you try to push my head away and close your legs but i don’t let you and lick harder and faster and feel you quake as your orgasm rises up through you. you try to answer his questions with ‘yes’ and ‘okay’, but he is asking complicated difficult things and i hear you squeak ‘er, can i get back to you on that?’ he asks if you’re all-right   and i can feel you nod your head ‘es thanks.’ you gasp as your orgasm explodes through your body.

when he is gone and you are completed, you drag me from under the big oak desk and glare at me crossly and then plant a big kiss on my still wet lips and flash me your biggest smile.


Again

My mouth presses against yours, our lips hot and wet, our tongues tasting each other’s longing.

I move down, slowly, kissing your chin, gently tickling your neck with the tip of my tongue, making you giggle a little. I nibble on your shoulder and then kiss your achingly beautiful breasts thirstily, your nipples hard and sweet. I take them in my mouth and caress them with my tongue, then blow on them making you shiver a little. I bite one, the left one, ever so gently, and drink in the sound of your little gasps.

I move down and start to kiss your soft, warm belly, showering it with tiny raindrops of my love my hands running up and down your sides as I do.

I move down and you moan in anticipation of what is to come. You spread your arms wide, your fingers grasping the soft cotton sheets as my mouth moves around your beckoning pussy, breathing in your heady odours, hovering over your dark delights.
I plant a tiny kiss on your clit and feel a little shimmer run up your body and your breath quicken. I plant another, slightly longer one and softly tickle you with the tip of my tongue. Your moans thrill me, and I run my tongue down your glorious length pushing it thickly into you as your hands clasp the bed beneath you, your fingers digging deep. I lick faster and then take your clit into my mouth, sucking on it gently. Your hand grasps the back of my head and you pull me into you, wanting more. I take your legs and hold them high, pushing your knees towards your shoulders as I love your glistening pussy harder and faster with my mouth. Waves of deep pleasure sweep through you and your breath bursts from your lungs in hot fast gasps, and your moans become screams as I fill myself with your intoxicating flavour, dedicated to your pleasure. I stop briefly and blow on your wetness making you scriggle, which is a word I have just for you, to describe that half-scream, half-giggle of yours.

I move down and lick harder and faster and deeper and wetter as I feel your orgasm rise up in you, your hips rocking to the rhythm of your deepest desires, your body writhing with carnal delight. My mouth around you, I make a gentle humming sound, vibrating your clit and you punch the bed again and again, screaming “Fuck!” and “YES!” and “You beautiful cunt!” Your orgasm ravishes your body like a wild animal bursting free from a cage and your eyes mist over from sheer joy. I revel in your pleasure and drink it in deep, loving the shuddering of your body, the way the bed shakes and rattles with your visceral release.

You collapse on the bed, our fingers still clasping each other, panting and satisfied. Between your smiled panting, you manage to utter a single word.

“Again.”


Boil

Think of yourself
As a pan of water
And me as the fire
Of the stove underneath.
Softly I lick you,
Slowly you feel
Little ripples of heat
Scampering through you.

The window wide open,
And cold morning air
Wafts gently across you
In icy contrasts.
The heat growing stronger,
Rising up through you,
You roll like an ocean
In long slow convulsions.

Bubbles now swarming
Through you and up you,
Stinging and bursting
On your surface in gasps.
The bubbles now grow
In size and in number,
You pop and you fizzle
And writhe and spit steam.

You rise up again,
You have no control,
And you spill and you burst
Out of the pan
In long, thick cascades,
Screaming my name,
You fizz and you gurgle
And froth down the sides.

We lie there quite still
Just trembling slightly,
I am extinguished
And you are quite empty.
Somebody calls
From a kitchen somewhere,
“Mum has forgotten
To turn the stove off again.”



Vagina diner

there is nothing that tastes finer
than a good vagina diner.
from the rooftops hear me shout,
“girl i wanna eat you out.

forget that meat injection
or your nasty yeast infection,
and do not think it wussy,
that i wanna taste your pussy.

how i wish that they made snacks
that tasted like your snatch.
The only problem that i’m havin’
is finding a word that rhymes with cunnilingus.