It's Only A Drop

It's only a drop...

One small gathering of liquid particles.

On the tip of my finger.

Only two inches beyond the reach of your tongue.

Yet still ... beyond your reach.

You, ummmm, want it, don't you?

Thrust your head forward all you want, but you cannot have it. Your collar and other restraints will not permit that.

You don't even know what it is ... yet you want it.

Just a drop.

It could be Diet Mountain Dew ...

or hot paraffin wax ...

or cum ...

or spit ...

or piss ...

or your own sweet juices ...

or tequila.

But you don't care what it is.

Only that you cannot have it.

Does that make you wet, pet?

Does that fucking turn ...

you ...

on?

Just the wanting?

What if it was dangling from the head of my stiff cock?

What if you had a shot glass full of it instead of just a drop?

Would you want it more?

*Could* you want it more?

What would you like it to be, miss?

If you could make it anything in the world - that only your tongue could enjoy - right here, right now, what would it be?

What if I pulled your hair back and forced your mouth open and put it into your mouth?

Would that ...

turn you on?

I thought so.

And what would it have been, miss?

Answer me.