It has been years since I felt moist lips against my own. I miss the space that my tongue can make between the two. It's been to long since my tongue traversed along the edges of lips coax them apart. Just my tongue and the heat of rising passion that comes from the sound of our breaths. I taste you. Your last meal. Your last drink, its on the edge of my tongue. My what a big tongue you have. We do the tango, or should I call it the tongue-0? I pull out whilst your tongue attempts to follow mine.
It had been 15 years since I have officially been anyones mistress, but I'm back and curious to see what has changed if anything. My personality has always been dominating, and many of the people in my life work to please me.
