Kneeling before Him...
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Friday, June 04, 2004
I am not overly keen on the taste of semen. I am not a big fan at all. Mac knows this and somehow I think it only makes it sexier when I lick it from my fingers and suck it from His cock. I think it also made it sexier yesterday when I told Him about how much I used to love sucking on my ex's cock.
At first Mac asked me questions. Did I enjoy it? Did I want to do it? How did I do it? Did I like it when he came? I knew how aroused He was getting. I straddled His lap and took His cock from His pants and I jerked Him as I spoke. He laid His head back against the back of the couch and moaned while I licked His neck and told Him how when my ex had come and there was semen all over his tummy, all I wanted, all I desired, all I craved was to lick the semen from his belly while he watched. Mac bucked beneath me and came all over His tummy and all over my fingers and He watched me while I sucked them clean. 'Wicked girl' He said with much affection. I snuggled into His chest. He stroked my hair. He apologised for getting turned on at my memories of my ex. I giggled at Him. I had it planned you see. I knew that if I told Him about it, it would make Him hard. It worked like a charm. I may not understand why that trigger works for Him but god, I love knowing that I can use it to affect Him in that way. 'You slut!' He said when I told Him that I had meant for it to work the way it did. I smiled at Him with all the innocence I could feign. He pulled me to Him and held me tight and I felt Him grow hard between us. 'Christ,' He whispered into my hair, 'it turns me on knowing that you purposely set out to turn me on.' I had to make Him come again. And I am still feeling smug about it today. |