Today, I’m wondering….
When I’m going down on you, what would you like?
Would you like to be blindfolded? Restrained? Just your hands? Your hands and your legs? Gagged, too?
Would you like to be nude? To be wearing your skirt or dress, but have your panties torn off? Removed gently? Pulled to the side? To have your jeans around your knees, constraining how wide you can spread your legs?
Would you like me to dive straight down there? Or would you prefer that I take my time, lingering as my tongue makes its way, slowly, from your mouth? To spend time on your neck? Your shoulders? Your clavicle? Your breasts, nipples? Your navel?
Do you want me to tease you, to trace around the outside of your pussy before, or shall I simply plunge down?
Do you want my thumb in your ass? My fingers in your pussy? My palm pressing down on your pubis?
Do you want me to reach up and squeeze, pinch, your breasts? Put a finger in your mouth? Do you want to help me, to finger yourself, while I’m working on your clit? Do you want to take responsibility for the clit while I manage your pussy and ass?
Do you want me to start slow and build, gradually? Do you want me to charge full steam ahead to your orgasm? To approach it and then back off?
Do you want me to make you beg to cum? To force you to cum against your will? Do you want me to keep going after you’ve cum? To continue, even when you’re overstimulated, even ticklish?
Shall I follow your orgasm with more orgasms? Or would you rather I finger you, hard, deep?
Or that I slide my cock, slowly into you, to collect yet another orgasm?
Or that I push it in, hard, deep?
Do you want me to talk? To interrupt my ministrations to tell you what I’m doing, to call you names, to ramp you up? Or should I be all business?
And you – what will you do? Will you cum once or ten times or not at all? Will you gush? Contract? Will I feel you cum on my tongue, on my finger? Will I hear you tell me you’re cumming? Tell me you’re about to cum? Tell me you’re not going to cum? Will you buck and thrust, squeezing my head between your thighs? Will you push me away, hard, fighting my neck muscles? Will you be loud? Silent?
Tell me all.
Your wish is my command. There are no right answers.
(Unless I’m not asking….)