Looking Up at You

Looking Up at You Looking Up at You

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

I'm not very good at really short stories, but I thought I would give this a try. I welcome comments, suggestions and polite criticism.

Summary

I'm not very good at really short stories, but I thought I would give this a try. I welcome comments, suggestions and polite criticism.

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Submitted: October 28, 2016

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Submitted: October 28, 2016

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Looking Up at You…

I can’t believe how beautiful you are. When I look at you, I see no flaws, no imperfections, just sheer loveliness. Sitting down here on the floor, I feel right at home, where I belong, being at your beck and call. Just watching you walk toward me, with that special look on your face, knowing what I will do for you, arouses me, and inspires me.

As you approach and straddle me, my heart skips a beat as you decide the position that might please you the most today. A gentle tap on my shoulders puts me leaning back on my hands, back arched, face uplifted. Yes, I am smiling.

For this position allows your legs to hold me here in place, leaving your hands free to caress the exposed part of my face or to weave into my hair. I can watch your facial expressions, or watch the movements of your breasts.

You may choose to move, or you may choose to simply grind against my eager mouth, causing me to whimper with joy. Hopefully in the end you will crush me with those wonderful thighs. Either way, I am guaranteed the opportunity, nay, the privilege of cleaning you thoroughly with my tongue and mouth.

Are you ready to begin, my love? I glance at your smiling face as you settle your smooth mound against my waiting mouth. As my lips kiss your folds, my hands slide up and around to take possession of your breasts. Soft and yet incredibly firm, they fill my hands. My thumbs strum across the nipples. Do you like feeling that, my love?

I feel on of your hands lightly touching the back of my head, a small sign of impatience and anticipation. I love that. Besides, it makes me hard. I love being hard when I’m giving you pleasure.

Slipping my tongue inside you, I’m amazed at how wet you are already. I could eat this with a spoon. But flicking my tongue around and driving it as deep as I can seems to please you at this stage. My nose touches your clit as my tongue drives deep, and I can tell that it needs attention.

Are you ready for me to lick your clit, my love? I cannot ask, but wonder how you would like it; fast flicking or slow swabs with the flat of my tongue? I choose the latter and you quickly accept and adjust, moving slightly against my chin.

Your nipples are like little rose colored pebbles in my palms and your skin is warm. The insides of your thighs seem to take action on their own, pressing their warmness against me. I love it. I can feel constant dribbles of sweetness down my cheeks as my lips close over your clit. Gently I suck it deep into my mouth, and hum on it.

Fingernails dig into my scalp, your eyes clench shut as do your thighs.

Give it to me, my love, please…?

 


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