While at work, I daydreamed about Justin’s mouth. My fantasies delivered a constant background buzz of sexual pleasure that kept my flesh tingling, my pussy humming and my body longing for his lips and tongue. Little did I know, my evening would go bottoms up — in the best kind of way.

The workday hadn’t been any longer than any of the others, but it had felt like an eternity. It was a soft kind of torture to wait to see my new lover. Our relationship was still sparkling fresh. Every touch felt like a novel venture, even as we learned one another’s rhythms.

Sex can be like jazz — when it’s good — full of seemingly chaotic tempos and wild improvisations, which come together in a satisfying way.

It wasn’t simply that Justin ate pussy like a champ. He was... Read More