The first time I made a lady cum, there was no slow churning, no yearning, no burning of my skin against hers.
I did not emit heavy breaths against the skin of her neck, as she grabbed me in desperation, because she did not. She did not need to feel me.
I do not know why we did it.
Yet, I savored the sweet taste of her labia against the rapid flick of my tongue, as it slid up and down her clit.
I was silent.
All that could be heard were her gentle moans, and the clicking of her fake nails as she shifted her grip on the headboard.
I felt nothing.
I was so focused on accomplishing this task, that I did not even stop to reposition her as the pain in my back increased. And still, I pushed my tongue to go lower and lower.
I could not get inside of her.
Isn't that what sex is all about, enduring things you are uncomfortable with and waiting for something better to come? That is what he, and he, and he taught me.
He taught me to enjoy the pain.
All I needed was one rush of blood. If I just kept licking her and hearing her moans, maybe I could set my body off as well. As they quickened, I told myself not to stop.
She's almost there.
It's too late to go back now. But, have I forgotten something? What is my body good for anyway? I do not know what to do with it anymore.
Oh, where has its passion gone? I think I left it in his mouth, or maybe his. A drop here, a drop there.
I can barely count the mouths now.
I longed to take just one drop from her pretty lips, but she had none either.
Still, I found comfort in her. The scent was familiar; she smelled like me, like home.
There was not one single trigger in the depths of her smooth soft body. No, her squishy cunt was nothing like his hard cock, or his forceful hands.
I am in control now.
Have I become too rough as well? She did not say. She did not move, until the release came.