I want to be able use my tongue to write in cursive all over her body. I want to spell every noun and even every syllable correctly. I don't care about grammar because these sentences will have no ending. Then I would use the simplest of mathematical equations to divide her legs apart. Once I start multiplying tongue x saliva x lips/mouth, she will probably resemble something like paranormal activity. She told me she thinks she has out-of-body experiences, but I think she's just being dramatic. Nevertheless, she plays the role of a woman who has just gone into shock and has to be sustained by the good doctor like on Grey's Anatomy. I use my tongue to paint the picture of ecstasy. This is a skill that I take seriously, so when I'm creating a masterpiece I sometimes zone out. After eyes rolling back, sheets gripping, back arching, and attempting to climb the headboard, it was time for this royal rumble between two great athletes. First I would start off trying to pin her down to make her submit but she loves being physical so she welcomes the challenge. It would seem that I learn something new every time our bodies move toward one another, away from each other, and rotate in circular motions. She is on top using parts of her body that track and gymnastics have molded into a machine. I want to give in but if history has taught me anything, I want to make sure she is on the cusp of her climatic revolution before I even think about waving the white flags. Yes! That sounds like streets rumbling, buildings shaking, and finally bombs bursting in air. The aftermath has left us weakened and disoriented but we know that it was worth every second for our sexual freedom.
