Svelte

He’s looking at me, but he doesn’t really understand how easy it is for me… To move sveltely, to take off my clothes, letting each part drop like its bothering me, to stare into his soul, to walk into the shower and let the water rain down on me, gently and swiftly washing away dirt and lather.. He’s staring at me, but he doesn’t know, that the sooner I finish, the faster I have what I like for dinner… My back aches, i don’t want to be pounded… and I certainly do Not want to see a masseur before I end up with another charles

I want to draw lines with my tongue, take deep long kisses and then swallow, I want to heave while I do this, my breath straining with every taste, my fire tongue dancing, my heart filled with joy as it fills me up… I want to pretend to actually watch a movie while I do this, my eyes roaming from screen to it, savouring every taste, every smell, every feeling I experience while I do it… He’s looking at me and now he sees it, that the only thing that beats my love for him is FOOD!!
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Now Re-read the story again, but in the context of food… Not every time swoosh swoosh… Sometimes we talk about orgasmic food… Good evening my friends!