Learning A New Language

My mind swirls with all of the things I could ask of my Lover. He’s been around enough that nothing surprises him or turns him off. But I am shy to ask for things because I feel like I don’t know the language.

How do I tell him that I want him to touch and rub my clit until I cum? That I want to cum with his mouth on me, hips bucking as I quiver in ecstasy? That I probably need something to loosen my brain up enough to completely let go?

How do I tell him that I want him to take me roughly? To make me fight for an even stronger orgasm that can be achieved in the struggle. That slapping and biting stir my blood more, and I love it when he leaves a mark.

That I’m curious about what could happen if he took one of my senses away. Would it be bliss or should I beware?

That I’ve always wondered what it would be like to touch and be touched by a woman. Is it softer, like I expect? What is it like to feel her nipples stiffen under my tongue? To hear her gasp and sigh and know that I’m the reason she’s getting all wet between the legs.

And what would it be like if I was the one with the cock?

Darling, if you ever read this, my safe word is: Pineapple

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