Tipping Point

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When I was standing in Victoria Station looking at Jack’s back teeth, he didn’t actually have the stud that had chipped them in his tongue anymore. He had taken it out for a reason that he did tell me and that I did forget.

I may have expressed some disappointment about this.

On Monday, this Monday, this week, just over a week since he met me, he had it put back. For me. For a woman he had met exactly once.

I have never had a man with a tongue stud before. Always wanted one. It’s incredibly sexy. It’s just so fucking *obvious*.

And then, because - for a bad person - I am hopelessly, needlessly, sickeningly cute, I asked him how he would most like to use his new jewellery.

How I would most like to use it?
Most of all?
Hard to choose, there’s so many places on you I’d like to use my tongue; your mouth, your neck,
your armpits (I love that, god I do) your tits, your belly, your earlobes and your arsehole, all of you.

But I have to be obvious. Because I can’t lie (to you least of all)I want to use my tongue, my stud, in, on, over your cunt.
I want your cunt.

And O god I can barely type I want it so much.
I want so much for you to let me, please, O god please,
let me start slowly, just the tip of my tongue, soft and hot and salt
from the piss you made me lick, licking you from perineum to clit
spreading you.
And then if I could only please please please I fucking want to
follow the same path with the stud, smooth and hard, and weaving from side to
side, and then just arcing all the way around your clitoris.
And could I? I really-really-really want to, please, please
let me push my tongue as far into you as I can and twist it back and forth,
painting on the walls of your cunt
with the ball.
Or let me beg, let me let you know how much I fucking need to again to lick your clit,
using mostly the tip but swapping back and
forth with the stud that I put through my tongue for you.
Or listen to me, listen to me plead, listen to my voice desperate for my flickering really fast
with the ball - back and forth with my the flat of my tongue cupping.
Or, please, just using the metal, spelling strange words in an unconscious alphabet on you.
Or, god please, just the tip of the tongue holding you as I move my head ever so slightly back and forth.
Or, fucking Jesus please, fucking please, long slow strokes like how I started but harder.. the long wet heat of my tongue
with a speed bump of metal to let you know how fast or slow I’m going.
Or, please, what I really, really love, please let me, allow me, please, most of all, please, sucking your clit into my mouth biting so
I’m holding you still and working the stud over and round and up and down and in and out
over and over and over again.

I’d take any hurt I had to to be allowed to do that, and more.
xxx
Jack

I have no excuse for posting that. Really. None. ‘Cept that it’s my blog and I thought it was hot. Sorry if you prefer me miserable and raging and angry. I’m sure we’ll get back to that.

Anyway, it’s kind of educational. You know, if you wanted to know what you should say, as a submissive man, to get your mouth on a woman’s cunt - which seems to be something of a mission statement - ‘Cause, really, that there is a world of dirty words away from ‘I want to worship your pussy, my lady,‘ isn’t it?

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