He’s poised between my legs, nose nuzzling my pubic hair, making silly commentary (“I’m out of practice,” he says) and voicing observations (“You’re all perfume-y,” he says — “It’s my new lotion. Shush,” is the reply) in between kisses and licks.
Once we’ve established our positions (pillow under arse, legs draped over shoulders) and he actually starts using his mouth, I ask: Are you sure you remember how to do this?
He just looks at me. I can tell he’s mentally shaking his head, but his actual head (the one on his shoulders) stays steady while he gives me his reply: It’s coming to me…
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And — after a bit of ‘remembering’ on both our parts — it was, indeed, coming to him. 😉
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~ Marie xox
Or anyday fun, really. 🙂
mmm that sounds yummy.
Practice makes perfect
While we lament the lulls, they do lead to fun rediscovery.
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True.
I do wonder, sometimes, whether – when? – these continual lull periods will end. The in-betweens seem to be getting shorter, but they are certainly persistent.
If only the lotion was not too cloying.