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The Many Uses of the Tongue  

QuiteKindMind 38M
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10/28/2020 6:27 pm
The Many Uses of the Tongue


Music plays through the small but surprisingly powerful Bluetooth speaker while I clean. The genre flits wildly, reflecting my own seemingly random tastes. Through most songs, I sing loudly in the knowledge that I am alone.

Or so I thought.

I scrub a counter, turn around, and nearly collide with Amanda, startling enough for my heart to skip a beat. After I compose myself, I notice a huge grin on my lover’s face.

“Having fun?” her words drip mischief.

At this point in my life — and our unconventional relationship — I’m only slightly embarrassed. She’s seen and discovered countless sides of my personality. My singing barely registers.

“Yup! You scared the crap outta me.”

“You aren’t bad, you know.”

Alright. Now I’m embarrassed. Funny how a compliment can kickstart self-consciousness. Lacking anything to say, I try changing the subject, “You aren’t too bad yourself, good lookin’.”

She’s having none of it, “Nuh uh. I caught you, so I get to have my fun! Let’s say someone recorded you.” She unveils her phone and waggles it, “What type of blackmail would that person get away with?”

For a second, I’m torn between playing along or grabbing the phone. Play. Definitely. “Hm. I suppose it depends on the person.”

“Say, hypothetically, it was a sexy older woman.”

By this point, my arms are wrapped around her middle, her’s around my neck as she looks up into my eyes. “In that case, I would be completely at her mercy. She could do whatever she pleased.”

A wet, yummy kiss is shared, “Would she, now.” Her body presses hard on mine, and I know she felt my growing hardness. “What would I want? Hm...”

I mock shock, “You?! How could you?! I trusted you!”

We are quite the players when it comes to silly<b> games. </font></b>There is an unspoken understanding that sex is wonderful and sometimes serious, but it’s often humorous and goofy. The comfortability between us allows exploration of all those spaces.

“Yes! And now you are mine to abuse!” She rests her hands on her hips and glares at me like a stereotypical villain.

I release an exaggerated sigh, “I submit. What do you want from me?”

Amanda walks behind me and spanks me hard. “Mush!” She butt-smacks me onward to the bedroom. When there, she exclaims, “Clothes off, slave.” I comply. She saunters around me, making a show of scanning my body. “Good .”

Lithe movements carry her curvy, delicious form onto the bed. She lays there a time and continues looking at my nude form. Finally, she speaks, “Relieve me of my pants.”

I continue playing along and slip her pants off.

“... and my panties, slave.” Of course, I comply. No sane man would do otherwise. She rests her feet on my shoulders, teasing me and making me wait. Without words, her ankles lock around my neck and pull me down. The meaning is clear, and I begin.

The tenderest kisses grace her inner thighs as my hands knead the outers. Amanda makes happy hums. I kiss closer and closer to her pussy. Her hips sway with each circle, begging for more, but now I control the speed. Many more minutes of gentle teases and I can see her glisten. My tongue runs up and down her lips, the strong taste delicious. Her breath hitches as she feels my tongue, and the smallest of quakes passes over her body.

I spend long periods teasing, with moments of building towards ever larger orgasms. Each climax, she grabs my head with hands and thighs. My face is covered with her cum, and I think about how much I love this. All too soon, she breathlessly moans, “No more. No more.”

I slide away and wipe my face while I watch her curl onto her side. Amanda snuggles in for a minute, reveling in her afterglow. As I love to do, I snuggle behind and wrap my arm around her middle. My naked body reacts immediately to her warmth.

“Your turn... slave.” Amanda says the last word with a playful smile. We both know the game is over, but the callback makes me grin.

Her hand runs along my cheek and down my chest then we begin deeply kissing. Her lips are soft, moist and welcoming. The feel of her tongue on mine sends small shivers across my naked skin. Hands explore bodies, caressing and massaging. I lay back and Amanda follows. Her weight pressing on me is exhilarating.

A few more kisses and she grabs my hardness and begins sliding me in. We both moan softly. Amanda gasps out, “Tell me before you cum.” That simple statement ratchets my excitement to new heights. She rides me expertly, knowing the ins-and-outs of us. Her pace speeds and slows like cresting waves, gently building our orgasms. Too soon, I tell her I’m close.

She jumps off and begins to lick and suck. The fact that she’s tasting her own juices immensely turns me on. I watch her head bob and she makes eye contact. Smiling wide, my lover pauses and says, “I’m gonna swallow every drop of your cum.”

Every part of me shivers with satisfaction. She is amazing. Truly. I barely last another minute before I tense and warn her.

“Babe, I’m gonna cum.”

Amanda jerks me faster and whispers, “Give it to me. I want to taste it.” She continues begging until I cum, then pulls me in and let’s me finish in the warmth of her mouth. The few missed drops are lapped up dramatically, smile continuing throughout. She licks her fingers and proclaims, “Mhmm. Yummy.”

Ooof. With that, I’m ready for more. Perhaps... I’ll never get enough.

One can hope.

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