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Ever just taken one minute, (or maybe just a few minutes!) of your life and made a whole story out of it. I did it in 'What is it' and the response was good.
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Fine, tiny, downy hairs, no longer than a few millimetres, tickle my tongue as it grazes gently - just off your skin, across your stomach.
Your back arches and forces your soft flesh against my damp tongue, contact brings a moan to your lips, but its no good with that arch, my tongue is on a downwards slope!
The fine, almost 'not there' hairs lead a trail, to the gentle intriguing hollow of your belly button, pushing my tongue inside it, you arch further, contact, pressure, is what you crave for, with soft mewing moans, as my tongue fills your little hollow, and gently dampens it.
My head retreats and your stomach pushes forward desiring to feel any kind of pressure - anywhere, that's part of the tease. Your fingers are splayed over fresh laundered sheets but they crease easily as your grasp displaces their flatness. Arms stretched diagonally from your sides they tense and bend as your grasp increases with the desire inside you, every touch of my tongue causing a little flinch here or there.
You knew tonight were my rules, - you were not allowed to use your hands on me, and only other parts if asked to do so. - There would be no restraints, nothing as kinky as that, but just a willingness to resist all that could be had for the pleasure of what would happen, tonight was your night, no stimulated pleasure for me, other than seeing you aroused, me spending my time satisfying you, a kind of contradiction that you would be pleasured, but my way.
I blow cold air quickly across your belly button, your stomach retreats to lie flatter on the bed. The sensation is good but cooling, Like I had done to your nipples earlier, the same treatment, they had been gently kissed, then engulfed in my mouth, twisting and dancing my tongue against them had made them stand proud of the firm mound of breast that had attention paid to it earlier, every inch, before the attention to your nipple, warming it, tickling it in my mouth, tonight was not a night for fumbling fingers fast squeezes and harsh pinching, tonight was about tenderness, loving and undivided attention to you.
From my blowing position slightly below your belly button I can see those dark nipples standing proud growing a little more, maybe from the sensation of the same treatment given to them, as I give to your belly button now.
I continue blowing down the line of those, oh so tiny little hairs, till they disappear. Down over the naked flesh, un-blemished by the careful treatment of an experienced hand and a sharp razor.
Blowing down and to the sides, It's impossible to describe how captivating it is to a guy to get the opportunity to lick the fine crease between thigh and pubic mound, the way so many contours of thigh, stomach, ass, hip and pussy all lead into the softest most flexible tender joining, flexible and soft, and that oh so positive reaction when licked gently by a tongue.
I blow right there preparing you for the fact that my tongue will be the next contact you will feel in that oh so tender crease, as I blow your back starts to arch again, from the corner of eye I can see your fingers bending ready to take up handfuls of soft sheets. I imagine the anticipation is unbearable for you, making my feeling of achievement, teasing, all the better.
I extend my tongue to that little crease between thigh and public mound just where the muscle behind it is softest, just above the lower pelvic bone, the little area that in those high cut bikinis is crossed by the edging as it draws an enticing line between hip and pussy.
Such a gentle touch that the tensing of muscles and an involuntary thrust from your hips almost lifts them off the bed, forcing my tongue to push firmly against that soft area of flesh. I wonder if you feel it now? The teasing is almost over baby. You know I can't resist for long.
I take long languid licks at that gentle crease, your hips are trying to move sideways, upwards, trying to get my tongue's pressure where you want it most.
On my left cheek I can feel the heat emanating from you, growing warmer with each lick and tiny thrust of your hips, I can smell the sweetest un mistakable aroma of your wetness coating you.