Instructions For Worshipping P*ssy
Step One: Stop
This is not a race. Make me comfortable. Remove my shirt and pants with care, slowly. Unhook my bra and let the straps fall off my shoulders. Make sure my panties are in place. Tell me how beautiful I am, how sexy, how devastatingly enticing. Make sure I’m relaxed. Make sure you’re relaxed. You have my full attention, anticipation. Use it. Remember your goal. Take your time, I promise I won’t be bored.
Step Two: Look
Bend my knees and splay my legs into a lazy butterfly pose. Observe the dampness of my panties. Watch my chest rise and fall as my breathing becomes shallower, as my lips part, my tongue wets them, my teeth bite them. Notice how my pupils dilate as I lock eyes with you. Wait for me to settle.
Step Three: Touch
Start by playing with my hair, combing it out with your fingers, massaging my scalp. Rub behind my ears, my temples, the spot where my skull meets my neck. Smooth the crease between my eyebrows and butterfly-tap my cheeks and lips with your fingertips. Do not put anything in my ear or nose. Do give me your finger to suck on for a few moments before you draw a line down the center of my chin, down my neck, to my collar bone.
Trace my bones like you are inventing petroglyphs, like you are making a map for future generations to read. Kiss the inside of my elbow, palm my armpit. Put my breasts in your hands, each one, feel their weight, squeeze them. Trace circles around my nipples until they harden.
Rub your face all over my chest, ribs and belly, inhale my pussy like it’s the best thing you’ve ever smelled. Nudge your nose just inside my labia. Do not lick. Not yet. Run your hands along my hips and lift them just enough to get my ass in your hands. Squeeze. Hard. I want to feel how strong your hands are.
Trace your fingertips along the edges of my panties, feel the fabric, lightly, gently. Smile when I tilt my hips up ever so slightly, wordlessly. When you notice that I might bite through my lip, slide my panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor.
Or, sweetly fold them like a precious package.
Unfold my pussy lips like flower petals, gently looking and touching, not penetrating.
You are a worshiper, you are an acolyte.
Step Four: Taste…
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