Speaking of being good, I want to tell you that this morning on the train ride in to work, I was daydreaming about licking your pussy. In my mind, you were standing with your back against the cold wall of my bedroom, your arms lifted over your head, wrists bound and attached to some sort of strong hook in the wall up there. You were able to stand on tiptoe, but otherwise you were pretty helpless when I groped, stroked, licked, and bit your tender body from head to toe, before settling there between your legs. It would be so fun to tease you with my tongue and fingers that way, knowing that in your position you couldn't really bear down with any pressure. The intensity would be utterly under my control, as my tongue slurped and slid and snaked, as my fingers prodded and penetrated and twisted. In my imagination, you were sometimes lifting your legs up off the ground to try and give me deeper access, and I responded by driving a pair of fingers into that now-dripping cunt, curling them toward your gspot, and grinding the flat of my tongue hard against your clit. I'd love to slip another finger into your tight ass too, and growl into you, vibrating my tongue over that needy pulsating clit until you cum, panting and moaning.
I have not always liked the idea of having someone go down on me. I was worried about how I may taste. Despite that I have tasted myself many times. I was really worried for a long time about how I looked. I don't have that porn star looking vulva. I have longer inner labia. Which I love now but really was worried for a long time. But its little things like this email and the wonderful men I have had sex with that make me feel so pretty down there.
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