Honey: She’s my favorite flavor.
of
Nora Wilson
genre
lesbian
We met online. I’ve long since forgotten the name of the app and anything or anyone other than her. I deleted the app off of my phone after our first outing, where she wasn’t afraid to eat her half of the cheese pizza and share her purple Skittles with me. These days, years later, my favorite thing in the world is when she holds me close and breathes softly in my ear. Even now, when I am bemused and in my own thoughts, I am vividly aware of her quarter sized, erogenous nipples tightening, and I know she’s getting wet.
She’s playing on her phone, but I know she’s thinking of me. She’s mine. All 5’5 inches of her gorgeous body, inquisitive mind, and sensitive heart belong solely to me. I smile as she tosses her phone to the side and begins to nibble along my neck, ears and collarbone. She wants me all the time. Almost as much as I want her. Giggling, she covers the expanse of my body with touches as light as powdered sugar. The memory of the sweetness makes me flashback to the first time I ever tasted her.
She tasted like honey. Surprised, and even more aroused, I ran my tongue from the slick, deep recess of her heat to the bud of her clit to assure myself I wasn’t tripping. I wasn’t. She. Tasted. Like. Honey. We both moaned at the same time. Her from the pleasure I was greedily giving her and I from the realization that she tasted like one of my favorite flavors. She arched her slender back and wailed as I slid my fingers inside her, licking her sweetness until my face and fingers were coated in it. When she came, I slid my dripping fingers from her and lifted them to her lips. She wrapped her tongue around them, swirling and sucking in turn.
“You taste like honey,” I whispered in wonder.
She winked. “I know.”
Lifting her curvaceous frame, I slid face up underneath her. She wasted no time in reverse cowgirl riding my face. I held her in place when she tried to change the position to 69. She squirmed, but complied when I dipped my tongue back inside her and pressed my thumb against her asshole.
“Oh fuck, yes. Just like that.” She panted and rotated until she had me just where she wanted me. I pleasured her until I could feel her walls tightening. “I’m about to…CUM!” she screamed, leaning back hard against my thumb. I reached to graze the tight bud of her clit and she erupted, squirting into my mouth until I had no choice but to swallow or drown. I loved it.
Wrapping my arms around her spent body, her long Senegalese twists brushing the front of me, I slowly drew her to the dry side of the bed, tucking her close to my body. I nibbled at the nape of her neck and she lazily swatted at me, a smile teasing the corner of her lips.
“Mm, you’re going to love me to death, aren’t you, woman?”
“I’m certainly going to try. I’ve never met someone who tastes like honey.”
*****************************
The Virgin Lesbian; Illustrated Essentials Guide for First time Girl on Girl Sex: https://tichaz.com/2022/01/20/virgin-lesbian/
Powerful Male Multi-Orgasm Masturbation Techniques: https://tichaz.com/2022/01/10/powerful-male
She’s playing on her phone, but I know she’s thinking of me. She’s mine. All 5’5 inches of her gorgeous body, inquisitive mind, and sensitive heart belong solely to me. I smile as she tosses her phone to the side and begins to nibble along my neck, ears and collarbone. She wants me all the time. Almost as much as I want her. Giggling, she covers the expanse of my body with touches as light as powdered sugar. The memory of the sweetness makes me flashback to the first time I ever tasted her.
She tasted like honey. Surprised, and even more aroused, I ran my tongue from the slick, deep recess of her heat to the bud of her clit to assure myself I wasn’t tripping. I wasn’t. She. Tasted. Like. Honey. We both moaned at the same time. Her from the pleasure I was greedily giving her and I from the realization that she tasted like one of my favorite flavors. She arched her slender back and wailed as I slid my fingers inside her, licking her sweetness until my face and fingers were coated in it. When she came, I slid my dripping fingers from her and lifted them to her lips. She wrapped her tongue around them, swirling and sucking in turn.
“You taste like honey,” I whispered in wonder.
She winked. “I know.”
Lifting her curvaceous frame, I slid face up underneath her. She wasted no time in reverse cowgirl riding my face. I held her in place when she tried to change the position to 69. She squirmed, but complied when I dipped my tongue back inside her and pressed my thumb against her asshole.
“Oh fuck, yes. Just like that.” She panted and rotated until she had me just where she wanted me. I pleasured her until I could feel her walls tightening. “I’m about to…CUM!” she screamed, leaning back hard against my thumb. I reached to graze the tight bud of her clit and she erupted, squirting into my mouth until I had no choice but to swallow or drown. I loved it.
Wrapping my arms around her spent body, her long Senegalese twists brushing the front of me, I slowly drew her to the dry side of the bed, tucking her close to my body. I nibbled at the nape of her neck and she lazily swatted at me, a smile teasing the corner of her lips.
“Mm, you’re going to love me to death, aren’t you, woman?”
“I’m certainly going to try. I’ve never met someone who tastes like honey.”
*****************************
The Virgin Lesbian; Illustrated Essentials Guide for First time Girl on Girl Sex: https://tichaz.com/2022/01/20/virgin-lesbian/
Powerful Male Multi-Orgasm Masturbation Techniques: https://tichaz.com/2022/01/10/powerful-male
2
votes
votes
score
9.5
9.5
Continue to read from the same author
previous story
She Said, “Call Me Daddy”next story
I Want ALL the Smoke
Readers comments on the erotic story