Tasting My Tongue...

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Tasting My Tongue...
Recollections of Things Yet to Come.

Today..I slowly closed my eyes...
And I gently tasted my tongue...
And the very vivid future memory of the sweetness of you still lingered...
And I wallowed in the feeling....
And warmed with arousing...
And unfulfilled desires.
That you create...
That aromatically enticing.
Almost tartly invigorating.
Taste
Of the inside of you....
The sticky, juicy, delicious, moist with cummings...
Inside of you...

And in that dream I spread my fingers...
And grabbed the back of your thighs...
Gazing deeply into your eyes.
Capturing the undivided attention of
Your desires...

And pulled your center...
Deep into the very fucking middle of me...

And I felt your fingers through my hair...
Heard you breathe in staccato...
And your palms press against my head...
Felt your back arch off the bed...
And you eagerly guided my attentions...
To the singular wanton desire of you...

Lapping with abandon..
I became the mere instrument of your lust..
And absolutely loved it..
Down in the marrow of my bones I loved it..
Hell Yes... I loved it.
Freely.... completely abandoning my individuality for the moment.
To submit to your control...

As I felt your preciously tantalizing pussy quiver as you came...
Delicate trembling...as your juices flowed.
Felt thigh clenched pressure while your orgasm grew from an
Intensely glowing ember ...
Into a wildfire....
And the heat. And the pressure..And the depth of your cum....
Turned my tongue tip's reality..
Into your clitoral fantasy...
And gave me the treasure of your pleasure..
Which was my only goal..

I want to taste you..For the first time... again..
Your cunt's scent in my mustache ...again...
Your sweat dripping on my brow as we fuck...again
See the shimmer of candlelight on you skin...again
Your nipples stiffen....again
Your teeth clench and your pussy quake....again..and again

How can you remember something you've never had?
How can one feel the future..
I do
As I inhale you..
Consume you...
Engulf you in ecstasy...
again and again..and again...

Looking forward through my memory..
I noticed your smile...glowing...inviting....slightly naughty..
Caught a glimpse of your breasts...
full...poised at attention..
The wonder of your silhouette...
The nape of your neck..
The grace of your face...
with lips that beg my attentions...
a tongue that is the catalyst to my pleasures...

Licking my lips as I reminisced...
I remembered the place
Where first my fingers entered...
And twirled and swirled...
Like making cotton candy with the essence of you.

Touched my finger to my tongue..
And tasted the fragrance of your pussy's nectar....
Lapped off the nipples of your wonderful tits...
(You know how much I love that...)

My future memories fade to black..
And I realized in that instant...
My spirit had been with you..
and the beauty it glimpsed..there
Leaked into the conscience of me..
And I really, really saw you...
And truly, truly felt you.......
with me...

And it was beautiful.

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