I knew Liam was perverse from the first time we kissed. After our date, he gouged his tongue into my mouth before our lips touched. I'm usually not one for such an aggressive tongue, but his pleasure in using my mouth as a hole for his tongue in broad daylight was enough to make me hard instantly. I walked home, shifting around, adjusting my bits as they swelled with excitement.
But even after this excursion, I couldn't have guessed the fun to come. At our next meeting, it became clear that Liam had no interest in hiding his sexual impulses. As we sat over coffee, he would ask a question and then pummel the lip of his cup with his tongue. Anytime I stopped answering, he would pause his mouth play and look at me, questioning why I had abruptly stopped talking. When I would resume, so would his mouth, tongue wide, licking up the coffee off the side of the cup.
Eventually, he leaned in and asked if I wanted to go to his place. I said yes. When we arrived, he dragged me through the entryway into his living room and onto his couch. He told me to wait and came back with two bundles of rope. "You wanna stay still?" He asked, with a devilish light in his eyes. I nodded yes, and he brought out a dining room chair.
First, he had me remove all of my clothing. First, I unzipped my hoodie and shrugged off my shirt, airing out my toned chest and stomach, with hair strung across it. Then, I took off my hat, tossing it to the ground, letting my brown shaggy hair free. Lastly, I slid off my shoes and socks and unzipped my jeans. My fingers caught on the button----they were shaking with nerves as Liam sat across from me on the couch with a smirk and bright eyes, loving the nervous undress he was witnessing.