My God, Your Ass

Look.

I am an ass man. I love a fine ass. You have a fine ass. No, strike that. You have the fine ass. The ass which defines “fine”. On Urban Dictionary dot com, under “fine ass”, they've got a photo of yours, wrapped up in those tight, tight shorts you sometimes wear.

That ass.

That ass keeps me up, all night long.

Up.

All night.

Long.

Look.

I don't know if you're into this stuff, and if you're not then that's fine and dandy, I can make do. But. But. If you're down.

Woman.

I want to lie you on your belly and just… touch those cheeks. Need your sciatic nerve massaged? I'm there.

I want to kiss that ass, top to bottom, side to side. Run my tongue down your spine to just the top of that beautiful crack.

Grab a handful in each hand and spread them wide, revealing the magnificence which lies between.

Is it possible for an asshole to be beautiful?

Yes. Yes it is. And yours? I have no doubt is as beautiful as they come.

Remember me taking my tongue down your spine? Now I'mma gonna do it again, except I'm not stopping at your tailbone, no ma'am. This time it's the non-stop express to starfishtown. Good god almighty, I'm excited already.

I'm not just going to lick your asshole. I'm going to push it, suck it, make absolute love to it with my mouth.

Relax. Push. Let me in.

Reach back. Grab my hair. Make it impossible for me to come up for air.

Let me hear the sound of drip… drip… dripping onto the bed beneath you.

Oh, it's not enough babe, I know, I know, I wish it were but it gets you so close, so very close.

But god I want you to finish, I want to feel you bucking against my face, so if you need to sweetheart, if it helps, let go of me - don't worry, I'm not going anywhere - then reach down, reach between those ridiculous thighs.

Do what you need to do, while I do what I need to do, to you.

Let me feel how it moves beneath my tongue as your body shakes, lips pressed around it.

Gosh.

Then, when the quivering finally settles down, let me give your cheek a little smack before you roll over and kiss me, deeply, before lying on your side.

I'll gather you up in a spoon, my hand cupping a breast, and hard as I have ever, ever been, press against you…

Relax. Push. Let me in.

A gasp, a small moan.

And in no time at all, it's my turn to quiver, to shake, to lose all control.

Good god woman.

I am so in love with you.