Bourbon

So many conversations just dancing around the illusions of a relationship… bourbon, it surprises me that you are a fan… not because your female, not because your so damn driven in life, not because your so damn intimidating that it’s a huge turn on, but because the drink itself is less than pure. You however seem so much the opposite of a “brown water” drink. But then the reality of what two strong, stiff drinks of bourbon brings quickly snaps me into the reality of your intoxicating world… the tingle in my lips after slightly too much bourbon… the feeling of both the tip of my tongue and also the back of my tongue… let me hit those details… lips tingling like the first time we kissed… a combination of amazing fireworks, eyes rolling back into my head, dizziness, and the amazing tingling feeling… close your eyes as I close my eyes, feel your body fall into my arms, my hand runs up your back to your neck and then in your hair pulling your kiss into my lips even firmer. I could live in this daydream, this ecstasy, this frozen moment of time forever and ever. I miss it. I want it. God I need it. Moving on to the tip of my tongue, the tingle from the bourbon, or the slight penetration into your pussy… the perfectly trimmed strip just above, inviting me to twirl my tongue around in it, then noticing your clit is just begging for more... the tingling of the tip of my tongue against the edge of each lip before slightly parting them, entering just so shallow to make you put your hand in my hair to try to bury my face deeper for more… my hands firmly gripping just below your hips and just above the outside of your thighs, controlling your body convulsing as I lick you from your entrance to your clit, sucking as I swirl my tongue around your growing bud. And finally now to drive you to complete blackout, the part that makes the middle of my tongue tingle, even become raw… how? As I use my hands to pull you into my face by gripping the outside of your thighs, I bury my tongue deeper and deeper into your pussy, licking and thrashing the roof just inside your entrance and causing my tongue to continually rub against my upper teeth.. fuck it, your orgasm, your ecstasy, your hands pulling me by the back of my head deeper and deeper into your sopping wet pussy pushes me to work harder and harder to get my tongue to your soft spot… your convulsing, body shaking, heavy breathing, thighs squeezing my head, pulling my hair, all of it and none of it slows me down as I work from your swollen bud to inside you and back out until you scream for mercy… damn this bourbon is good.