Her Glorious Cunt
Posted on | September 20, 2008 | 13 Comments | Previous Post Next Post
My cheek is resting on Metis’ ankle, and my gaze is focused on her cunt. Her glorious cunt. It’s glistening and fleshy, petals opened, with the dark tendrils of her pubic hair curling around it. I can smell her aroma, and when I lick my lips I can taste her saltiness.
Hermes can taste her saltiness too. His tongue is flicking across her clitoris, back and forth, back and forth. His eyes are open and focused, his chin pressing down into the cleft. I can see the delight on his face as he pulls back briefly for air, before returning his tongue to its delicious play.
Before, when I gently pressed her thighs apart and settled myself down between her legs, I approached reverently. Still new to me, her labia, mons and clit were barely explored terrain. My tongue remapped itself, sliding along folds and across delicious curves. My mouth latched onto her bud and sucked, suckled, teased, aroused.
But my style is not his style. And his style is practised and sure – he knows her cunt, her reactions, her hot spots. And so he licks and sucks and flicks his wicked tongue. And I rest my cheek on her ankle and look on in appreciation. And she groans and writhes and gasps and tenses. The energy flows as her orgasm blooms, and I clench my thighs tight and ride the wave.
Later Hermes kisses me, and her taste mingles on our tongues.
Metis’ cunt is a glorious, wonderful region. I smile when I think of how lucky I am to have such a willing guide on my journey.
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September 20th, 2008 @ 10:43 am
Clever metaphor – sexy story.
September 20th, 2008 @ 2:49 pm
Gorgeous, and you chose a lovely painting to illustrate.
September 20th, 2008 @ 8:16 pm
Hi CD,
Hadn’t heard from you in a while and thought I’d check in. Seems like everything’s just fine.
Best,
scott
Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse
September 20th, 2008 @ 9:16 pm
mmmm i can almost taste her
September 21st, 2008 @ 3:00 am
Tasty indeed!
September 21st, 2008 @ 4:36 am
Thank you RPT! I wasn’t thinking of the metaphor as clever, just as fitting
Panthera – I always like to have pics that add something to my writing. Georgia saved me this time!
Hi Scott! I’m still around. You know me though: I tend to comment more on words than pictures. Unless one particularly *ahem* grabs me
SSS – you and me both! Mmmm.
*smiles* You’re certainly accurate there, Rage
xx Dee
September 23rd, 2008 @ 11:53 pm
A beautiful experience, definitely.
September 24th, 2008 @ 10:54 am
‘Reverence’ is such an appropriate word. Having just rested my head on an ankle and appreciated a similar view myself I do so identify with this post (up to a point!)
September 24th, 2008 @ 2:45 pm
I really love the way you wrote this blog Curvaceous Dee. It’s very graphic and steamy! A really good tease!!! I would like to also invite you to check out Naked Tube – you might find it interesting and useful.
September 25th, 2008 @ 7:42 am
Marianne, thank you! It certainly was for me.
Fat Controller, I’m glad you identify! Although curious about what you don’t identify with …
Thank you, Digital Media, for your lovely compliment! I will indeed have a look.
xx Dee
September 25th, 2008 @ 4:46 pm
I miss the taste of a woman… erotic words … beautifully written
September 27th, 2008 @ 11:03 pm
…Only that there was no third party present!
September 28th, 2008 @ 3:11 am
*blushes* Thank you Indigo – I am glad you liked my writing
Fat Controller, now I see what you meant. Alas, I was not present …
xx Dee