Lera

I will play with your tip like the most sensitive string of an instrument. My tongue will circle it slowly, almost lazily, touching the most sensitive spots with the tip, making you grip the sheets from just this movement. I will circle it, first wide, then narrower, closer to the center, until you begin to gasp from this touch. I will approach and pull away, not letting you get used to it, not letting you know when I will finally take you in my mouth. And when you're already on the edge, when every cell of your body is screaming with desire, I will take you in my mouth — fast, greedy, deep, feeling you come from this movement, from this torture, from how I played with your tip until you surrendered. With me, you don't just come — I drive you mad circling your tip, and you let me.