He Wants His Tongue Inside Me
And he really means it.
He Wants His Tongue Inside Me
That's what he says. And he really means it.
Truly, I am not sold on the idea.
Because I have no interest in recreational sex
with him or anyone else.
At 30, I can get myself off just fine
without a slobbery man around, and even
handsome self-controlled men have issues.
I do like boys. I think about joys with boys
while I use my expert yellow dildo,
while I get the purple vibrator in the precise
place at the precise speed for maximum, sacred
spiritual, oh God, oh God, experiences.
So his tongue inside me has crosses my mind.
The idea scurries off. I chase it away, knowing
I have better things to do, money to earn, places to go,
I do not want a come and go, hung, hung fuck buddy.
I do not want sexual involvement, or romantic involvement
with mandatory responsibilities and complications
those things I do not wish to shoulder or put up with.
Well, oh fuck. Oh, just fuck me. After this swirling,
accurate and rational parade of sensible ideas,
he remains so sweet, smart, gentle and generous.
After all this...
I open my thighs and he smiles.
About the Creator
Roscoe Forthright
Erotic filmmaker and novelist. I use x-rated heterosexual short films as a tool for spiritual enlightenment. Laugh all you want. This actually works for many people. Fucking is universal! And very popular!
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