The truth is that I have had very little experience with vagina, my own notwithstanding. I’ve kissed candy-sweet lips and caressed the swell of a breast or two, but I’ve never sunk my face in between a woman’s legs and feasted. My oral sex experiences have always been male/female and when I was married, there was no oral sex at all. To say that my cunnilingus account is in a severe deficit is a tragic understatement.
Don’t get me wrong. The current men in my life are stellar in regards to oral sex. Fan-fucking-tastic, to be precise. They spoil me with spine-bending pussy worship. While having these delicious adventures, there has been the idea humming along in the back of my brain that I wanted more lady loving. Full-blown, my tongue on her clit, my fingers inside her, mutual vaginal adoration. And true to my nature of being a hot mess of contradictions, I was absolutely positively nervous about doing it. Then I met Liri.
You may know her from Twitter, , or from her Tumblr of the same name. Nikki suggested that I follow her, and in short order I was admiring her skills with a ukulele (not a euphemism). We discovered that she lived nearby and set up a coffee date. I was thrilled, eager and about to vomit. It wasn’t that I envisioned lunging at her crotch and taking her down like a ravenous lioness after a gazelle. I’m better behaved than that! No, I just felt a delicious spark of possibility.
Liri is tall with some of the hottest legs I have ever seen. They go on forever, and as I followed her into the piercing shop almost four weeks later, I couldn’t help but imagine kissing my way up the back of her thigh. She has a thick mane of hair, beautiful tattoos and piercings, and don’t get me started on her breasts. But one of my most favorite parts of the beautiful Liriope is her giant scientist brain. Listening to her scientific vocabulary about how my nose was going to heal made me so wet that I had to excuse myself to the bathroom for a panty adjustment.
After my nose was pierced, we ended up at a nearby bar for celebratory drinks. I was giddy with the pain from a piercing and the company of Liri and M. I confess, I was only half-listening to the conversation when M began his machinations. Moments later my piercing afterglow dissipated as M’s plan became crystal clear. I was going to be stripped and bound and left to the mercy of two sadists. I should probably mention that Liri is not only a bisexual switch but a sadistic cunt. She said so herself.
That night was full of firsts for me. It was the first time someone other than M beat me, and the first time a flogging drew blood. They had a contest to see who could hit me hardest with the paddle and then systematically used the crop to turn my entire back and ass into a mess of red. No white skin allowed! Liri was also the one who suggested using the crop on my clit. It was one of the most intense scenes I’ve had yet, and by the time M loosened the straps, I was a quivering mass of jello held together by bruised, burning skin. Then she sweetly and politely asked M if she could make me orgasm.
My bedspread felt like sand against my back, but all I could focus on was Liri’s face lowering between my thighs. With delicate flicks of her tongue and a finger, she brought me to one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced. I can’t remember specifics, only that what she did with her tongue was fucking amazing. I don’t remember how many times I came. It felt like one undulating flood of sensation punctuated by wave after wave of orgasm. I knew I loved cunnilingus, but Liri elevated it to an all-out obsession. She popped my lady cherry with style, sadistic grace and a devastating understanding of vagina.
I can’t thank you enough, lovely Liri, for one of the best nights of my life. I gaze at my bruises fondly and remember your mouth and wish, very much, to kiss it again. Well, kiss and everything else. *blush*
