Ahem. Are you listening?
I could write all day about orgasms. Most women are fortunate enough to have experienced most sorts, and we’re as females lucky that we have so many to choose from.
But let’s pay tribute to the “little fella” as someone so endearingly put it, recently.
The Little Fella
I smile and make that “Mm” noise as I look at you, and I mean really look at you as if I’m about to lose my sight and need to capture the image in my mind for all eternity.
“What?” you say with a cheeky grin and those sexy eyes that I wish you would save only for me.
“Nothing” I say, but you know it’s not nothing, it never is.
I bite my lip and look up at you as you come closer to me to see if you might catch a glimpse of something I might give away, something that might answer a question you can’t quite determine.
I can’t stand the scrutiny and I pull you close, my eyes still on you until everything becomes a blur and I can feel your warm breath stealing mine, which become quicker with every second.
“You know you’re a lucky girl, don’t you?” you say just before our lips do some talking of their own.
“Yes yes I am” the voice in my head manages to say before it stands in the corner and tries to stay silent for the duration.
Your fingers are on my cheek as our tongues do the clumsy unpracticed tango and though there’s a tenderness that appeals to me, there’s also something else, a quiet urgency developing. As soon as I acknowledge it, a sound escapes my throat, a sound that tells you instantly, all you’ll ever need to know.
You slide down the bed now and the serious look you’ve adopted causes juices to make their way to my now aching pussy.
When you reach my waist, you grip the sides of my tights and knickers and you continue down the bed taking them with you until fresh cool air meets the warmth of me.
“I think it’s time I met the little fella” you say with a little bit too much confidence, and instantly I’m confused.
It doesn’t last though as you slide back up the bed and rest on your elbows between my legs.
A surge of brazenness takes over me and I spread my legs for you, not super wide, but just wide enough for you to see the puffy lips of my pussy which conceal the juices meant for only you.
“There he is” you say as you part my pussy lips and your finger search out my clitoris.
“Hello little fella” you say as you make what I think is the equivalent of a handshake. I feel myself swell instantly under your touch and you must feel it too.
“I think he’s pleased to meet me!” you say with just a touch of humour in your tone and I couldn’t be further from laughter.
You slide your fingers down towards new territory and sweep juices back up over the little fella as you gasp at the discovery of my wetness.
I’m sure you smiled but I wasn’t watching.
“Does he like to be tickled?” you say and “Holy fuck fuck fuck!” I think as you pull back the hood and ever so lightly rub your finger over the tip of me.
I let out a deep moan now and spread my legs wider for you as your eyes remained fixed on your new friend.
“I bet he likes kisses too!” you add gently, your voice tailing off.
I think I might cum there and then but I don’t want to, not yet.
“Yes” I manage but it doesn’t sound like me anymore.
I feel your breath ‘cool by comparison’ on me just before I feel your lips.
At first you’re deliberately tentative and then your tongue joins the party and I brace myself for the inevitable.
Around and around you go and I think I might be dizzy.