I need to be between your legs. I need to smell you. I need to taste you. I need to eat you. It’s been a while. It’s been too long. I have the urge badly. More than usual it seems. Just the thought of tasting you again is making my mouth water. I can’t wait any longer. I need my lips on you right now. Don’t deny me. I don’t want you to think about reasons why I shouldn’t do it. I don’t want to hear that you’re not in the mood. I don’t want any excuses. All I want is to throw you on your back and finally taste you.

My mouth is literally watering at the thought of it. Maybe that’s caused by my mind replaying memories of previous times. Of how you willingly opened your legs and told me to lick you. Of how I pushed my tongue between your lips lapping up the first, sweet release of your juices. Of how I plunged my fingers deep inside you in rhythm with your moaning. Memories are good, reality is better. I need my current reality to be your hands on my head pushing my face into your wet cunt.

This is not a negotiation or a sales pitch of what I can do with my tongue. This is me telling you what I want. This is me describing what I will do to you. This is me demanding to make you cum with my mouth. We can either talk more about it or you can just give in and let me go to work. We’re wasting precious time here. Time I could be spending between your legs.

You will cum, and not just once. Make no mistake about it, you will cum until you’re sore and start slapping me across the head begging me to stop. And when I’m done and my face is dripping with your warm wetness, I will wipe it off with my hand, rub it over my cock and then fuck you. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. If you want to know more about how you can soak my beard and smack my shaved head, let’s talk. I’m old enough to know better and using a throwaway account, but I’m d/d free, vaccinated, educated, and safe. I’m here until Thursday.