twysted73
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It's already been said.
"Ferral, animalistic, primal."
Well yeah, that's why I love it.
If it's anything to do with rutting, gouging, biting, lapping, scents, flavors, nudging, nuzzeling and the animal like then sign me the hell up.
I've been going down on women longer then penetration. It was and still is my most ingrained passion.
And why not during menses? The flavor/scent changes. The sensativity to sensation and manipulation heightens.
And...lest we forget, there is a mental shyness about it.
An imprinted embarrassment factor.
That it's "dirty" or "unclean".
*smiles wickedly to self* To look up from between her legs, her eyes half-lidded from my efforts. I want her to look upon my delightfully chrimson lips and chin and like what she sees.
I want her to thrust herself towards me reflexively as a result of this. As if offering herself up again to more.
As a gift....I press my hand between her legs...smearing my mingled saliva and her wet/red productions together to coat my palm..my fingers. I smile as I lay it solidly on her stomach....holding it firmly, feeling her abdomen shift beneath my touch. I lift it to see the mark I have made. Quickly slipping my finger into my mouth I cover my index thickly with cleansing saliva....and inscribe my initial at the center of this red hand print.
"Mine" i say, deep voiced and husky from my passions.
She hears me and responds with her noises of blissful contentment.
"Yours" she repeats.
And the cycle is complete.
And period fisting???? Don't EVEN get me started.
"Ferral, animalistic, primal."
Well yeah, that's why I love it.
If it's anything to do with rutting, gouging, biting, lapping, scents, flavors, nudging, nuzzeling and the animal like then sign me the hell up.
I've been going down on women longer then penetration. It was and still is my most ingrained passion.
And why not during menses? The flavor/scent changes. The sensativity to sensation and manipulation heightens.
And...lest we forget, there is a mental shyness about it.
An imprinted embarrassment factor.
That it's "dirty" or "unclean".
*smiles wickedly to self* To look up from between her legs, her eyes half-lidded from my efforts. I want her to look upon my delightfully chrimson lips and chin and like what she sees.
I want her to thrust herself towards me reflexively as a result of this. As if offering herself up again to more.
As a gift....I press my hand between her legs...smearing my mingled saliva and her wet/red productions together to coat my palm..my fingers. I smile as I lay it solidly on her stomach....holding it firmly, feeling her abdomen shift beneath my touch. I lift it to see the mark I have made. Quickly slipping my finger into my mouth I cover my index thickly with cleansing saliva....and inscribe my initial at the center of this red hand print.
"Mine" i say, deep voiced and husky from my passions.
She hears me and responds with her noises of blissful contentment.
"Yours" she repeats.
And the cycle is complete.
And period fisting???? Don't EVEN get me started.
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