Lipstick on a Coffee Cup - 1
When I first heard these words I knew what I was going to write about, especially when I received a lovely email telling me what he wanted to do to me in a secluded corner of his shop.
But tonight, I’m not going to share with you those thoughts instead those thoughts changed a little and my pussy is still aching from the sensual tonguing that I received this afternoon.
Those few words… lipstick on a coffee cup and the following email made my pussy tingle to stage that I couldn’t wait for him to come and see me.
Visions are interesting things really.
He had a vision, I asked him to share that vision with me, but we didn’t carry through that vision. Instead he came to see me. He was horny; I was horny as hell and desperately needed to feel his gentle touch.
His fingers caressing my body, that magical tickle massage, so sensual and so erotic that words cannot describe how I feel when he touches me that way.
When we lay together he touched me and kissed me. It was different to the other times when they were gentle tongue kisses. This time it felt passionate and each kiss made my clit tingle and my heart race. I’m not sure why though…
Perhaps it is because we are both learning a little more about each other. Perhaps we are reaching a comfort zone where he knows that I am will to go as far as he will take me to reach as many pleasures and feel the many sensations that I want to feel.
I felt some of those today. Even though my mind is mush at the moment I still feel his tongue on my clit, licking me… teasing me and not letting me cum. He was in control, controlling every pleasure zone… stopping when he could feel my thighs quivering… he kept me on the edge. I wanted to cum, but he wouldn’t let me. I felt him kiss my thigh, felt his tongue slip down to lick my ass, before he used the flat of his tongue to lick upwards to that point where I was almost ready to burst.
I remember feeling his finger playing with my arse, but I was close… too close and then it happened.
It was almost as if a bubble of pleasure exploded within me… and he stopped. I was screaming in my mind trying to will him to lick me, to take me over the edge so I could feel those wondrous pleasures that I do so enjoy feeling.
In my mind I vaguely remember begging him to lick me and then I felt it…his mouth on my clit, his tongue playing with me caressing me as I came… It was too nice; I didn’t want to come down from those heights of mind-blowing pleasure.
He wanted to keep licking me and I wouldn’t have stopped it. It felt so good….
He smiled down at me as he moved to lay near me. His kisses soft and gentle and I could taste me, on him. Hmmm…
But while my mind is mush, I’ll sit here and think about those pleasures and continue this tomorrow. I want to share the pleasures of me sucking his cock, tasting his pre-cum, riding him until he took me from behind.
Next time he slides his cock in from behind, it better go into the first hole he was trying to find. He might just get more than he expected… more pleasures, me moaning and crying out for more, I might even beg him to fuck me hard…
Until next time… when lipstick on a coffee cup continues…
Marie