creative juices

Hmmm, it's been many months since i posted - lazy summer doldrums I guess.

But now my creative juices are beginning to flow again. I must say I always love the taste of creative juices trickling down my chin, dripping gently into my mouth, sipping on sweetness, a tiny touch of saltiness, stirring sensations, rousing memories, the thought of a tongue sliding slowly, ever so slowly upward, a mouth sucking on a toe, before gliding over smooth, warm skin, ever upward, fingers tracing patterns on the back of the leg, as the tongue reaches closer, closer, one tiny droplet, there, waiting, offering, teasing, the scent ticklng the nostrils. But no, not yet, so much better to taste a neck, to feel it open, stretching, waiting for tiny nibbles, sucking on skin, lips tracing tendons up to the lobe, licking, the tip toying inside the ear, following each curve, the hint of moisture, then sliding down again, under the chin, tipped up so high, the beautiful curve drawing the lips upward, to the slightly opened mouth, tongue peaking out, soft moans starting to breath out between lips so full, swollen, ready to be sucked, bitten, teeth pressing hard as tongues clash together, each dueling, trying to control, trying to submit, fingers tangling in silky hair, then pulling back, moving down to those saucy nipples, already hard, the firmness pulled between lips, in, teeth holding, biting gently at first, the tongue tracing the little crinkles, teasing then out, feeling the swelling, the pulse as blood flows in, readying them. Fingers trace the outside of each breast, circling inward, closer to the mouth, tracing the lips holding the nipple, feeling it captured, feeling it pushed further in, aching for more, feeling it released, feeling fingers replacing lips, pinching, fingers guiding fingers, squeezing just so, as eyes watch, each aroused, each feeling the pulses further down, the wetness, the little droplets, sliding down smooth skin. The tongue moves down, tracing the soft belly, dipping into the button, pressing in, then moving on, finally, finally it slides across the clit, one touch, before lips touch lips, tongue pushes inside, curling, legs opening wider, thighs grasping cheeks, as the tongue licks and tastes and possesses, taking the moisture, the heat, lingering, toying, teasing, soft, then hard, as it searches for that slight roughness, the moans growing louder now and fingers slide in between, guiding the tongue, pushing in and out, hand behind the head, directing, pulling upward to the clit, needing the suction, fingers circling, tongue following, around and around, pushing between the fingers, then teeth bite as the fingers pinch and the explosion happens, spilling over the tongue, the fingers, down over the cheeks, muscles tightening, and then relaxing, legs releasing, cheek resting on a thigh now, fingers softly caressing, as you bask in the after glow.