Unashamedly she shows herself to me, unabashedly smiling as she pierces me with her green-blue eyes. Eyes like the awakened summer lake, full of life and yet so deep. She wets her own lips, licking them with that snake-like tongue of hers. Her soft red lips on which I love to rest. Her eyes like those of a predator, a cat that knows she's caught the mouse. Her thin fingers are used to spread the outer lips of her wondrous orchid. Those full, fleshy outer lips that protect the sensitive inside. Her pink orchid like some flesh-eating flower, snacking hungrily on her long index finger as she lets it slip inside. Only to pull it out covered in her nectar, nectar more delicious than any honey. Her orchid disappointed to let it go sticks to finger as long as it can.
Spreading the petals of her orchid further she's showing me her inside as well as her outside, my mind at first wandering amongst her hills and valleys soon settle on her deep cavern. Her hungry second mouth that never seems to get enough and which I can never get too much of. Salivating in it's hunger I soon feel myself respond in kind, nibbling on my own lips in my desire, almost drooling in it. Gently tracing my own soft lips with the tip of my tongue as if to prepare it to make contact with something delicate.
I undress in front of her, slowly. I want to show myself off to her like she is doing to me. I want her to see everything, but slowly. Her fingers playing around her carnivorous flower and as I watch them I want to lick them and replace them with my own. Pulling off my t-shirt I run out of patience, suddenly I just have to taste her. Almost flinging myself onto the bed I soon do, diving in for her.
I devour her legs, her lovely legs. My mouth, my lips can't get enough of her skin. As I come closer she waves her fingers in front of my face and I snap after them like some hungry animal, hoping to catch one in my mouth. In the end my efforts pay off and I do, slowly licking her fingers like the most delicious pieces of candy. Closing my eyes as I focus on her taste, making it into my whole universe. Twirling my tongue around her finger. She's got the fingers of a piano-player, long and thin. Exquisite in their own way.
The taste of her almost gone from her finger she pulls it out and I let my eyes feast upon her flesh once more. Smiling like a drunken fool at her mound of Venus, a fool drunk with desire. Her delicious bush like some exquisite fur, it looks so soft and I feel like it's calling out for me to touch it. But under that soft fur lies a hot-tempered animal and it's only just beginning to awaken...
I let my own thin fingers play in her soft fur, like a child touching a dog or a cat for the first time I delight in the sensation. Playing with the hairs between my fingers, letting it caress the palm of my hand only to then turn the hand around and let the fine soft hairs on my hand mingle with the slightly thicker hairs of her bush. Hungrily, yet softly, I kiss my way up to it. Up to that hungry flower, that hungry animal, that warm cavern, that place of pleasure...
I brush my cheeks against it, I want to feel it, her, against my whole face. To feel her female beard against my clean-shaven face. Behaving like a cat that's trying to mark it's owner with it's own scent. Only in this case I'm more likely to acquire her scent. Enjoying it's smooth caress as if it was some piece of exquisite fabric. Stopping only to kiss the skin around it.
Gently placing a hand on her mound of Venus I slowly spread those lips of her, using my fingers to keep them apart. Reaching out with my eager tongue I finally make contact with her carnivorous cunt, exploring it carefully as I dream in her taste, dreaming of drowning in her juices, getting drunk on her wine. She moves her legs to catch me in a vice-like grip, as if I were in any way eager to escape. Who escapes from heaven? My tongue finds her love-bead. The pearl in her magnificent oyster, what a priceless pearl it is. Swollen by desire I can't help but play with it. Each shudder from her coming eruption telling me I'm doing right. Her fingers exploring my hair is the icing on my cake, an extra I don't require but thoroughly enjoy.