Monday, March 30, 2009
The Love of My Life
"You're not going to lick me," Emily asked in a way that was half asking, half telling.
"Um, I'm tired, Em," I said, letting my blink slowly, slowly.
Silence for ten seconds. Fifteen. My eyes stopped blinking, shut.
"I want you to lick me before we go to sleep," Emily said. This wasn't a question. It was a command.
I had two choices. Protest or submit.
I opened my eyes, looked at her looking at me. "Yes, Ma'am," I said simply, getting onto my hands and knees and moving immediately down to her panty covered vagina.
I spent about an hour licking her to orgasm after orgasm. She spent much of the time teasing me, touching me.
When she was done...yes, she...she thanked me (which made my heart burst with joy) and I fell asleep with her holding my erection in her hands.
Sigh. I love her. I truly, truly love her. And I love serving her.