lips

One of the very noticeable aspects of my looks is what my H lovingly refers to as D.S.L. -- D.ick S.ucking L.ips. Of my entire family, I was endowed with these pouty, puffy puckers and of all my facial features, these DSL are my most prominent. From my very first boyfriend, I can remember wetting my lips in hungry anticipation for what may come. I remember years of pre-sexual attractions where the slightest hint of my tongue tasting the inner edge of my lips resulted in enigmatic reactions from the boys around me. My lips are a gift from the passion gods, as they get licked, sucked, and bitten -- both hard and gentle. And with each nuance of movement, I am sent to all edges of the pleasured universe.

So when I get the chance to play with lips like mine, and I can lick those fleshy appendages and suck them into my mouth, and feel the thick tissues rolling around between my teeth, against my lips, across my tongue, it's a kiss that's so fucking incredible, I could cum just through the pulse of that sucking. Needless to say, BeautyEyes has those sexy lips that I just love remembering in various tableaus across my body. Not only was our kissing out of this world, but his soft and full lips planted amazing sensations all over my body. My exposed neck fell victim to his suckling, and as I discovered the next morning, he had left the mark of his naughty, poorly-behaved lips against my tender flesh. A hickey! It was an accident that I'm sure I knew was happening at the time, but it just felt too wonderful to make him stop.

My favorite montage is of his full lips wrapped around my breast. The contrast of my creamy skin against his darkness combined with that feeling of such completeness is something I enjoy revisiting on almost a daily basis. The vibrations I felt from his guttural whimpering, that resonated from the back of his throat, always became padded down through the thickness his mouth created and echoed ever deeply into the core of my nerves. I loved seeing his face rubbing against my chest, brow knitted in absolute delight, nipple trapped inside the vacuum of his lips. And never did he suck too hard. He always knew my threshold of the pleasure-pain tolerance and backed off at just the right moments, only to ensnare me again in just a few moments. Something about those lips...