Deeper, into the very heart

Do you know the limit of tenderness? The limit of those feelings, unique and the sweetest in our lives, which we experience exclusively for our closest, most desired partners. I think there is no such limit.

I thought about this while waiting for you in the sunlit room, flinching at every barely audible rustle behind the door, almost opening it for you and feeling disappointed not hearing a knock. Any minute now you will enter and I will be able to feel the warmth of your hands, the tenderness of your lips, the sweetness of your tongue… The waiting is driving me crazy.

Finally, the door opens. There you are on the threshold… my desired one… without a word, you approach me and pin

between yourself and the wall. I kiss you, my tongue demandingly and persistently parting your lips, intertwining with your tongue. My arms wrap around your neck. You are standing very close to me, so I can feel all of you. My back presses against the wall. Your hands embrace my waist, gradually sliding lower, my kiss growing more passionate with every second. With one hand, I continue to wrap around your neck… with the other, barely touching with my fingertips, I trace along your neck… chest… bare torso… to your belt. I try to unbuckle it as carefully as possible, and I succeed. With my tongue, I trace along your lower lip and capture it with my lips… meanwhile, I manage with the zipper, and now it's in my hand… with one hand you lean against the wall, and with the other you stroke my breast, a muffled moan right into your lips… and I slide down, onto my knees… it's right in front of my face… I run my tongue from the base to the tip, around it… envelop it with warm, wet lips… gently and quickly moving my tongue over it… you place your hand on my head… I take it deeper… pressing from below with a hot, wet tongue.

— One — the tip enters my throat…

— Two — my lips press against your pubic bone.

— Three — god, how deep it is.

— Four — it has filled all the space in my mouth and throat, breathing is almost impossible.

— Five — you ease the pressure and I begin to let it out of my mouth.