Do I submit when she rims me? Perhaps. No more so than whenever one surrenders one's pleasure to another.
I'm on all fours. The air conditioning cools the backs of my thighs.
I shove my face hard down in the sheets and angle my ass up where I think her tongue will first land, but she gives me a surprise: She reaches between my legs and palms my balls. First. I feel my beard tense as she raises her hand, palms them, lifts them slightly, tests them—for freshness?—by squeezing, then tugs my sack gently down just as her tongue plops onto my anus.
Soon, Kim rocks back and dries my crack and balls with the rough towel the house left carefully folded at the foot of the bed.
Face down in the pillow, I wait.
She gets back to work.
How long before I decide to turn over?
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>> posted by Anonymous
• 12/28/2003 11:56:00 AM
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