The Simplest Kiss Can Lead to So Much More, When You Really Think About It…
It all starts with a kiss. The simplest, most innocent gesture, your lips meeting mine. At first, you think it’s just a taste of me, soft and inviting, but there’s something deeper here, isn’t there? Something about the way your lips press against mine, how your mouth craves more… It begins to awaken something inside you, a hunger, a thirst.
You might not even realize it yet, but that kiss? It’s the start of something bigger. You feel it spreading down your spine, tugging at your desires. Your tongue lingers a little longer, savoring the moment. Because with every second that passes, you want more.
Do you want to start by licking my pussy gently, or will your tongue explore me deeper right away?
You reach for a glass of water, parched, perhaps to cool down after that kiss. The liquid touches your lips, soothing for a moment, but then… something strange happens. The water, the simple act of drinking, seems to pull you deeper into me. With every sip, you’re no longer just drinking water. You’re drinking me, taking me in.
That cool liquid slides down your throat, and you begin to feel an irresistible connection. Each swallow intensifies your need. With each gulp, it’s like you’re drowning in me, as if you could only be satisfied by the taste of me, the feel of me. Your mouth begins to water — not for the drink — but for something else entirely.
As you set the glass down, you can’t stop thinking about how much you want to feel me on your lips again. But not just kissing. No, something more… something primal. Your thoughts start to drift, and soon all you can imagine is that flower between my legs. Soft, delicate, waiting for your tongue.
Is your tongue ready to dedicate itself to licking my pussy, or will it become even more committed with every soft stroke?
The compulsion is undeniable now. It’s not just a thought, not just a fantasy — it’s a need. You want to lick me. More than anything. You need to taste me, to feel my pussy blossom on your tongue, opening just for you. The more you imagine it, the more you realize how badly you want it. Your mouth waters at the thought, and your body aches to feel that connection.
You find yourself there, kneeling, your face between my thighs. And as you lick, you realize something profound: it’s not just about me. The more you lick, the more you are consumed by the act itself. My pussy is like a flower, blooming with every stroke of your tongue, and you… you are completely lost in it. Every lick makes you more addicted. Every taste makes you crave it even more.
You don’t want to stop. You can’t stop. Your only purpose now is to please me, to drink from this flower over and over again, to feel it blossoming for you. Each lick brings you deeper, more lost in the pleasure, more entrenched in the rhythm of it.
Will you recognize that you exist to give me pleasure now, or will your cock get harder with every thought of offering me everything?
And yet… as much as you focus on my pleasure, there’s another need building inside you, isn’t there? A desperate, throbbing ache. You want to play with your dick. You want to stroke it, to feel your hand wrapped around it as you’re lost in the sensation of licking my pussy. But I haven’t given you permission yet.
That’s part of the game. You know that your pleasure only comes when I say so. And right now, all I want is your tongue. All I want is for you to focus on my flower, licking and licking, over and over again, until you lose track of time, until nothing else matters.
And when I do finally give you permission to touch yourself? It will be because you’ve earned it. Because you’ve pleased me so deeply that I can no longer deny you. Until then, you’ll stay there, lost in my pussy, your desire growing stronger with every taste.
Do you ever notice that your tongue starts to feel so good whenever you think of me, or does it become even more intense when you imagine it sliding against my flesh?
Doc
