My Licking Seduction

My Licking Seduction

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Seduction at its best involves quite a bit of teasing if it comes from me...

Summary

Seduction at its best involves quite a bit of teasing if it comes from me...

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Submitted: January 20, 2017

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Submitted: January 20, 2017

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My Licking Seduction

 

A friend of mine from my writing group presents a very intriguing question.  How many licks, if licking is the only action to be taken, will get your lover off?  In such foreplay by my review of us, I will desire as many licks as necessary.  You know well I wanna feel the buzz toward an orgasm that curls my toes and has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. 

Come on now, no brainer, right?  Minutes or half an hour spent with you downtown cruising with my Lady Doodiddler getting me oh-so-wet like a turbo Vette… Mmm, now that sounds like my kind of experiment! 

I’ve done lots of things to you though, and you love it all, if you know what’s good for you.  Hehehehehe!  No, seriously you love it most when I’m a tease.  In fact, you’ve told me how you long for the denial I’ll give.  The reason behind this is so that when I do at last let you come it is so powerful, so thrilling that you crave more lengthy sessions of the same. 

Right up my alley for my accommodation since I long for the tease.  It is such a turn-on for me.  My favorite activity next to… well we’ll get to that later.  Maybe.  I’ve not decided yet.  Anyway, the point here is that it’s a constant power shift of acceptance and denial, dominance and submission for us in this old game of seduction.  Very hot though and never gets old! 

Our sexy sessions are incredible because of this lovely trait in you.  When I desire sweet measured lovemaking or an earthshattering pounding, in either extreme, you can deliver 30 minutes to an hour’s worth of pleasure with no questions asked.  Talk about distance training!  It’s quite a workout that turns me on like no other. 

However, there are the moments when a quickee work well for random and spontaneous coupling.  This means, of course, that we’re feeling particularly naughty in our location for sex in some public place.  Yeah.  None of that this time for this experiment to be conducted.  Sorry.  This is about endurance of a different sort so getting off quick would not work to my advantage here. 

I’m such a lucky girl, right?  Just thinking about all this is making me so horny for you.  Concentrating at work is difficult.  Instead of sneaking a pleasurable relief under my desk, I call you up on my break between meetings. 

“Hey what’s up, sweetness?” you greet with your usual warmth.

“My libido.”

You chuckle at me.  “Do tell.”

“I would love to in great detail, but my time is limited, babe.  There’s a holiday coming up, and I would love to make it a long weekend.  Can you do that with me?”

“You betcha, girl.  You tell me where you want me.  My place or yours?”

Without hesitation I say, “Mine.”

“I’ll head home, pack a few things, and be right over ready for whatever you’ve got concocted in that deviant mind of yours.”

“Hey, who said I planned something deviant?” I ask innocently with a crooked smile.

“Oh, girl, I know you well enough to believe I better be prepared for anything.  I’m soooo looking forward to it, too.  It’s been one helluva week.”

I giggle because I know the feeling.  You also know me well.  There can be no fooling you.  “No playing with your skin flute this week, right?”

You chuckle again in amusement because you like it when I call your junk something other than the standard dick or cock.  You also like giving it back to me, too.  “Nope.  Have you kept your hands off my finger warmer?”

I giggle again.  I love when you call it that.  “Of course, but I hope to have a bit more than your fingers this weekend to make up for that.”

“Your wish is my command, mistress.  See you tonight.”

I end the call and sigh with my smile widening.  I can’t wait to see you.

***

With everything made ready at my house, I am very pleased with the result.  I pull out the nice fluffy rug by the fire burning in the fireplace along with a rubber sheet just in case things get messy.  The only light flickers from the fire with a few candles burning around the living room casting all in a sensual glow.  The rest of my goodies are set up on the coffee table.  The last I bring are the two glasses and a bottle of our favorite red wine.

I already sample some of the wine feeling myself unwinding from a busy day.  You will be over any minute so I take a hot shower using my favorite passion fruit shower gel feeling the stress go right down the drain.  Stepping out, I dry off feeling so soft and smooth.  I slip on my new favorite lingerie that makes me feel sexy, and return to the living room.  I hear you drive up and get out of your car, which makes me smile in eagerness.  No more waiting!  Yay!

I take a sip of wine and then bend over to settle down my glass of wine back on the coffee table when you walk through my front door.  I'm in no hurry to stand up straight because I wanted to give you a great view of me in my black stretch lace halter dress with matching stockings.  The patterns in the lace have a beautiful floral design in all the goody places.  However, in such a position I reveal the fact that for this round I’ve elected not to wear panties.

“Damn, sweetness, isn’t that a sight to see?!” you sputter in surprise. 

Your duffle bag drops by the door, and immediately you peel out of your jacket and golf shirt before you reach me.  You’ve kicked off your shoes and start to unbuckle your pants when I stand up straight to face you.  You kiss me and eagerly taste my wine sweetened tongue with a moan.  You like the flavor of my mouth.  I like yours, too.  Minty.

I break from the kiss and help you out of your underwear.  Sniffing at the air, you say, “It really smells good in here.”

I glance up at you as I stand back to my feet.  Already you look like you are hardening, and I’ve not even gotten started yet.  Good.  Everything is working according to plan.  Hee hee!  “And well it should,” I reply, “I’ve planned the most erotic of buffets, and you are the main course.”

You lick your lips seeking another kiss, but I back away taking your hands instead as I lead you to the rug and the rubber sheet.  You look at me with the quizzical lift of your eyebrow.  “What’s this?”

“For in case we get carried away, sweetie.  I really hope we do.  It’ll make this so much fun.”

You lick your lips again as I point for you to sit down on the protected rug.  I saunter away from you and bend again quite near enough to see the goodies I flaunt but too far to touch.

“Does that mean I get a taste?” you ask me, licking your lips again.

“Maybe later.”  I turn back toward you with a blindfold.  “For now, it’s my turn to play.”

“Yes, mistress,” you say teasingly.  You know I like it when I get to play the domme and please you all over.  I hope this is as pleasing for you as it will be for me.

I tie the blindfold around your eyes, but this time I employ no other device of restraint.  This time I intend to merely use commands to convey my intent.  I hope that will heighten things for you more, but we’ll see.  I rub my hands together feeling like a mad scientist conducting this experiment minus the lab coat.  My lingerie works much better as a stimuli though than a white lab coat or my glasses.

Okay, on my coffee table are where my instruments of seduction line up ready for use.  I pick up the small bowl and spoon.  I take a spoonful of the contents and then kneel down.  “Lay down, darling.”

You comply with a sigh and nibble at your lip with anticipation I hope.  I wave my hand in front of your face and smile.  “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You do and I offer you a tiny bit of the contents from the bowl.  “Ooooo, vanilla ice cream,” you say clearly delighted.

“Will you be my desire tonight, sweetie?” I question in the sexiest voice I can muster.

You nod while still smacking your lips on the latest spoonful of ice cream.  “Yes.”

“And keep your hands at your side?  Okay?”

Just when you are about to answer, another spoon of ice cream does not make it to your mouth.  It drops to your chest near your nipple, which makes you gasp. 

“Ooops.  Let me get that,” I use the tip of my tongue, light as a feather around your nipple while the ice cream melts a little.  You shiver.  The little nipple responds by growing taunt.  The flat of my tongue passes over it, and you groan. 

I return to the light circles of my tongue at least until the ice cream is all gone.  I then blow lightly on the nipple I just warmed with my tongue.  You shiver with the cool breath I deliver to dry you off.

I drop another spoon of ice cream on your chest near the other nipple.  “Oh, my!  I’ve done it again.  Clumsy me!”

You shiver and endure my teasing quite well as I lick you, but then I reach for a can.  I spray the contents on your mouth.  Your tongue darts out and you moan, “Mmmmmm, whipped cream!”

“What’s dessert without it?” I inquire low and lick the whipped cream from around your mouth dueling with your tongue for the last bit of it.  I spray some more along your neck that I lick all the way up to your earlobe and back again. 

I lift off your blindfold and head for the coffee table.  I bring it closer for my work and then return to you looking up at me as I present the ball gag.  “Open,” I command.

You open your mouth.  In I pop the ball much to your questioning eyes and secure it at the back of your head.  “Don’t move okay?” 

You nod and then I place my fragrant flower over your face.  I can hear you moan because you can look at the tidy garden I present for you but not touch me with your tongue.  I grin as I grab the can of whipped cream and shake my ass.  A line of it is sprayed down your chest.  I lick following a path down to the promise land as you groan again. 

I reach back and grab my final item in my erotic buffet.  I stir at my leisure.  Still with my juicy love tunnel primed and dripping over your face, I drizzle the warm substance from my new bowl over your cock and balls.  You moan again against the ball gag, and I smile as I dive in to my tasty warm treat.  Again, I employ the tip of my tongue against your cock and balls to my joy. 

“Mmmmm, you taste so gooood!” I moan licking more of you a little harder now.  “Do you like that, baby?”

You tremble with your own moan. 

I flip around soon enough to your groan of protest maybe as you watch me with need in your eyes.  Your cock, oh but it's not immune to my play.  It’s hardened quite a bit with all the licking going on and only that, but I am not through.  I want it hard and at attention.  I return to the bowl so that you can now see what it is. 

The brown liquid pours down upon your cock and balls as it did before.  From this new angle, I can better reach other areas of you.  I have raised your legs at the knees and sit comfortably between them grinning and licking around my mouth.  I bend down and lap you in slow circles eating the chocolate drizzling down your testicles, your perineum, and finally your anus.

You’re squirming now, and all I have done is lick in varying degrees along sensitive areas of flesh that taste amazing to me as I moan.  Every now and then, I make eye contact with you as you pant after your breath.  Your cock throbs as it grows harder in the veins becoming more pronounced at my sight.  I continue to lick, harder now with the flat of my tongue, curling it a tiny bit into your hole. 

I hear you groan and then I retreat back up with the tip of my tongue licking you.  Then quick licks in a circular motion along your balls making sure no chocolate remains.  I soften my licks with the flat of my tongue pressing your cock down against your belly.  I make sure to swirl it a bit along the shaft up, up, up to your capped head.  More swirls of my tongue are delivered before the tip of it engages your tip.  I taste a pleasing blend of chocolate and pre-cum. 

“MMMMMmmmm, now that’s might tasty,” I say very pleased with myself. 

You’re trying to talk to me around the ball gag, and I’m not making out what you’re saying.  I remove it.  “What’s that, sweetie?”

“You are such a fucking tease!” you nearly shout as you pant and press me down on my back.  You lay on top of me growing harder by the minute.

“Mmmmm, so what are you gonna do about it?” I tease with my coy smile and caress your arms and shoulders before I wrap my hands around the nape of your neck.

“I think it’s time I did some teasing of my own,” you counter with a wicked grin.

I’m smiling big time for this experiment is not a total loss.  I may not have gotten you off, but you sure are riled up enough with this teasing bit of foreplay.  Groaning into your hungry kiss, I know what is to come will be equally satisfying.


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