The Taste of You

Been trying to read other people's stuff because it's not right to just post away. Can't seem to get away from outside demands. Cuz you just can't do what you want on a Friday. I typed Saturday first. Thought it was Saturday. I'm offering something that might offend. Some people get put off because I'm very pulled by men younger than me. Definitely have the maternal thing strong in me. I always say I demand legality and consensuality. I'm lucky because I still am blessed by Chris's virtual presence every now and then when he writes. He was way past legal lol. Just responded to my respondings too. He's really happy with his girl and I wish them the best. I found an image of a male model I've seen before I thought was really cute I'm using. I'm very sorry if I offend, it's not my intention to hurt. Just love. Try to counter this with some hopeful art. Thanks.
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I want you in my room again. I want you on all fours in my bed, spreading your perfect ass, to bite your thighs and go dipping my hungry tongue into your sweet darkness. The taste of you... Nothing ever like it. My drug. Perhaps you tasted like the earth, some rich softness. Reaching down to pull on your cock as I bathed you with my tongue. Your moans reaching and filling my hungry ears, and I lapped at you hungrily, trying to invade you but you were so tight and tender, waiting for the point you would ask to sit on my face, grind yourself on my fevered tongue, scream my name and the words, "Mommy! You're so amazing!!!" But she was your age. You never sent rim job pics to her all day long, she wouldn't understand. But she was your kind. And nice, and sweet, and pure and innocent and deserving of you. Unlike me, your cum slut dumpster ass eater mature whore who loved your every breath, the taste of coffee at your lips, your boyish grin and sandalwood cologne and the tearful pleadings in you to never, ever, ever stop.