Instructions for Eating My P*ssy Right
Baby,
I’ve been thinking. Thinking about you, actually. All the fun we’ve had. All the things we can do together. You know this, but one of my gifts is communication. You told me it was a rare trait, and so sexy, the way I can say what I want, how I want. What fun we’ve had with this.
I have fantasies I’ve been dying to share with you. And while I could tell you them to your face, looking deep in your eyes, it’s easier to write it out, so I can think properly, without the distractions of how you look, smell, feel. Of course, the very memory of you preoccupies me - just thinking about seeing you again makes my hands wander, makes me lose my train of thought. You’ll have to forgive me. I’m going in and out of focus writing this.
The truth is, I’ve had a fantasy I’ve dreamed about for a while. My deepest craving. Because you have such talent I haven’t needed to bring it up. But while we’re away from each other, I thought I’d let you know.
The truth is, I love giving head, and sometimes I get so much pleasure from watching you react that I forget to focus on myself. I love being a sub, but I really can be bossy, especially when it comes to my pleasure. Call me a brat, call me selfish, but I know what will get me to a place I’ve never been before. And you, with your talent, you’re the perfect person to take me there.
Whenever I’m alone, I dream of getting my pussy ate in a certain way. I hope you won’t mind if I send you the details. Maybe we can try to act it out together.
<3,
Yours
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A long time ago, before I met you, I told a fling that no one’s ever teased me as much as I wanted them to; he asked me why, and I told the truth: “Because I've never been with anyone who didn't want to fuck me immediately.”
When you get me naked, I know you want to just dive in. But hold back.
It’s up to you if my underwear is on for this. If you keep it on, you can watch how wet it gets; you can peel it off, keep it as a prize.
Start slow, at the top of my body. Make me wait for even the first kiss on the lips. Lick and bite my neck, my ears, play with my hair, let me feel your breath. Smile against my mouth. When I respond, you can tease me for it. I’ll pout and try to get you to give in. A good, deep, sexy kiss or two will make me think I’m winning. But don’t let me feel too in control.
Instead, keep at it. Go back to my neck. Try to map out exactly where you can kiss to get me flustered. You can mark it if you want, or trace around it. Every kiss you give should tease the main event. Show me how good your tongue feels, how strong your fingers are, how gentle you can be, how rough you can get. Show me your control and let me unravel.
Down to my tits—keep practicing restraint. My nipples are sensitive, but so is the area around them. Massage them. Grab—not to injure—but to make me feel held. Squeeze. Pull. Bite. Kiss. They say it's possible to cum from nipple stimulation alone. When you grab me tight, grind your body against mine—let's see if we can prove that’s true. Be strong, because I’ll be telling you I need you inside me. Tell me that’s not going to happen for a while, tell me I’ll have to keep waiting. Tell me to be good. We’re nowhere near ready. If I really protest, you can use the handcuffs, the collar, the rope to keep me in line, keep my hands away from you, bring me into sub space. But I like to feel your hair, your long fingers, your strong back, the way your biceps flex when you’re squeezing me tight. You know how this gets me.
If only a couple minutes have passed, keep cycling through steps one thru four. Every part of my body, you should be kissing like it’s my mouth, like it’s my clit. This is an exercise in longevity. Before you even think about getting down to my torso, much less my pussy (which, I’m sure, I’ll be trying very hard to bring your attention to.) I’ll be so wet from this alone: make me totally desperate for your touch. I want to be a gasping mess.
Time for the same with my torso. Kiss up and down. Map it out. Girls can be sensitive about their stomachs, but the reassurance of their lover's steady touch goes a long way. Squeeze, lightly, harder, rougher, gentler. Follow the little trail of hair, stop right above my pussy, shake your head no. Tease me. What makes you think it’s time for that yet?
My thighs are one of the most sensitive parts of my body. They’re soft, and warm, and it feels good to have your hand around them, better to have your face down there. A light kiss, a harder bite, a gentle spank. I’ve always dreamed of having hickeys on the inside of my thighs. So much more erotic than the neck: more grown-up, more secretive. You can ghost your mouth over my pussy as you go from one leg to the other. You can see how wet I am, smell the scent of desire, see everything glossy, see my legs shaking from the effort of trying not to grind into your face immediately. In fact, during this step, you might be having to hold me down by my hips. You might even need to flip me over and spank me for it – you should probably make me count it out if you’re feeling sadistic. Ten? Twenty? You decide. And now that I’m flipped around, my ass in the air, my pussy clenching around nothing, you could repeat this all over again, kissing down my spine, rubbing up against my ass, gathering up my hair. You could tell me how hard it is for you not to be fucking me when I’m like this. That you love seeing me so desperate. How could you give in this early, when there’s so much more fun for us to have? No, it’s not time to fuck me yet. Not even with your fingers or your mouth. Not even close.
If you’ve truly taken your time, truly returned to every little spot on my body that makes me gasp and shake besides my pussy itself, if I’m making incoherent noises you normally only hear when I’m a second away from cumming: then, only then, can you finally go to my pussy, look at it, spread it, tease me for it, and finally, stroke it very lightly. Just with one finger at first. Just to see the effect you’ve had so far. Am I shaking? Am I losing my mind? Tell me what you’re seeing, and how much you’re enjoying it. Tell me you might have to tease me like this more. That you almost want to keep me begging forever. But—you’ve decided to be generous.
Lean in close to me, and add a second finger as you stroke up and down. Just spreading the wetness. Just observing, again, the most sensitive spots. If you’re near my clit, it’s just part of the tease. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Count if you need to. Ten, twenty, however many strokes you need. If I start to come, if I start to beg, just keep at it. Marvel at the spectacle but don't change what you're doing.
With your fingers, you can add a little more pressure now, trace around my pussy now, feel how much I’m ready for you to enter me. You can figure-8, circling around my clit, around my hole, again and again. You can start to tease at touching my clit directly, but not for more than the briefest second. Do it again with your tongue.
If my underwear’s still on, now you can peel it off. It’s up to you if you want to start fingering me, or if you want to watch me come just from clit stimulation alone. But it is time: please, no more teasing. Anything after this is gonna be pure bliss for me. We’re rewarding each other for our hard work. Start licking my clit now, circling it gently, back and forth or all around – I trust you here. You may remember, there’s one small zone that’s very sensitive, on the left hand side, and if you touch it for more than 15 seconds, especially when I’m turned on, I’ll come instantly. Don’t overstimulate it, but you don’t have to tease it softly any more. It’s up to you if you want to edge me, or just let me release. Just don’t stop at one orgasm. Make me come, again, again, again.
Fuck me. Oh my god. Please, please, fuck me. After I’ve come enough from oral, I need you. Replace your mouth, just take me, fuck me hard in missionary, with my legs around your waist or on your shoulders so my clit, which is still so sensitive I could cry, rubs against you as you fuck me hard, fast. Our mouths against each other as we moan. We’ll have to apologize to the neighbors. We’ll have to pray we don’t break the bed.
Feel how my pussy squeezes you as I come again, how you got me so wet, so needy, so ready for you. I don’t think I can bear it if you pull out. Come inside me. We’ll catch our breath together. But I might need you to fuck me again. A couple more times. From the back, as you grip on my hips, my hair. As I ride you, with one hand around my neck or in my mouth, the other against my clit. From the side, with your strong arm around my neck, keeping me close.
And of course… well… I’ll need to thank you for treating me so nicely. You ready for your turn?