Teach Me

You know, baby… every now and again (a few times a day…) I get into this mood where I just need to make you moan… sometimes it comes from nowhere, sometimes it's sparked by seeing you, be it face-to-face, or maybe a photo you posted…

…one hand on your back, gliding down to find that impossibly perfect thing of yours… the other starting on your tummy and working its way up, under those strands, to grasp a flawless breast… all the while my blues peer into the most beautiful greens this world has ever, will ever see…

Fuuuuuck you make that dress look good, babe. Not sure you would have made it out of the house if……… Damn, sorry. Where was I?

Hmmmmmm… but I can't know yet how best to do that. So, I throw things at the wall… things I'd like to do with you… things I'd like to do to you…

(…but even here I moderate myself a bit, babe, just like when we play Cards Against Humanity… I've really gotta get over that… in both places)

But always with the same goal: to make you feel good.

But, gosh… I would so love to know how you would like me to do that. In general, yes, but also…

When we only have a few minutes, but I'm going feral with the need to push you over the edge… how do I get you there as fast as possible?

When we have all the time in the world, how can I explore you in a way that keeps you engaged? How can I touch you that won't get boring, or overstimulating? Can I float you along right at that edge for a while? Take you over it… maybe a few times?

And everything in between.

Oh, how I long to know. I want to know it all. I have one rule, when it comes to you: if you're into it, I'm into it. Full stop. But only you can teach me…

So, teach me, baby. I am eager to learn.

…as for me… well.

This is what makes me happy… making you moan is what will make me moan. Your pleasure is always all that I need.

…but if those sweet, ever-so-kissable lips just happen to find themselves around me as you look up into my eyes…

Well.

That would probably do the trick, too.

Yours.