"I had a dream. We both died. We were judged together. Sent to a place together. I don't know if it's hell or what. We where both Stripped naked, and locked in a dark, endless room. The ground was wet, slippery like slime and the room was slightly above room temperature.
"Then something was injected into us. Into our veins. I don't know what it was… but it did something to me."
But my mouth it started watering. My tongue, it grew… wider. Hungrier."
"I crawled to you. Slowly. I didn't even speak. I didn't ask."
"I started at your belly. Just one soft lick."
"Then up to your ribs… your chest… your neck. I licked your collarbone like it was soaked in something holy."
"Your skin was warm. Even in hell."
"I kissed your armpits gently. Slowly. My tongue inside the folds, warm and wet. I could feel your breath hitch
."
"The smell? It wasn't perfume. It wasn't sweat.
It was raw. Fermented lust.
Like wild honey, salt, heat, and something I can't name.
It hit me in the brain.
I moaned into it."
"My mouth watered.
I should've pulled away. But I buried my face deeper.
Licked again. And again. Like a man starving."
My head spun. My mouth watered. I should've pulled away but I couldn't.
I just buried my face deeper and licked. Again. And again. Like a man starved.
You gasped. Your breath hitched. And I knew I found your weakness
"Then your ears. I stayed there too long. I just kept licking… slowly, deeply… letting the heat of my breath crawl into you."
"I dragged my tongue over your nipple not to pleasure you, but to see you squirm. It stiffened instantly, like a shameful little button begging for more abuse."
"I didn't kiss. I mauled. Sucking too hard, Sucking too hard, biting just shy of pain, until your tits were wet and red like you'd been rubbed raw with sin."
"You tried to cover yourself, but I slapped your hand away. 'No,'I growled, 'I want to see them jiggle when you cry."
"I spat on your chest, watched it slide down your skin, then licked it back up like you were nothing but a dirty snack. You shuddered not from pleasure, but from how much you loved being used."
"When I finally let go, your nipples were swollen, bruised-looking, and your breath came in shaky little hiccups. I grinned. 'Still think you're a good girl?"
"Your thighs… oh God, your thighs."
"I opened them like a prayer book."
"I licked up the inside. Then down. Then back again. I didn't want to stop."
The heat from you was already rising, thick in the air with the strong sex smell in the air.
Your skin? It didn't feel like skin.
It felt like guilt soft, hot, and impossible to stop touching.
I started with my tongue.
Up the inside.
Then down.
Then back again.
Each stroke was a question.
Each twitch of your hips was an answer.
I didn't ask permission. I didn't need it.
I held your thighs apart like an altar, my hands shaking from the need to keep you open.
My tongue was wide. Slow. Deep.
You breathed like a woman dying. Or being reborn.
"You reeked of heat.
Not perfume.
Not sweat.
But that shameful, animal slickness
the kind that leaves sticky streaks down your thighs
and makes you pray no one smells it on you."
"My tongue stabbed into you once…
and your hips jerked.
Not from surprise,
but from humiliation
because you knew how depraved you were for it."
"I didn't kiss you like a lover.
I ate you like something rotten
slow, filthy, relentless.
Like I was trying to lick the sin out of you.
You where filled with so much sin and I had to lick it out my love"
"Your clit throbbed like a wound.
I didn't soothe it.
I studied it.
Stared like it was something unholy
and I was the only one who could
punish it right."
"When I dragged my tongue over it
just once
you choked on a scream,
fingers clawing at your own mouth
to keep the noise in."
"You tried to slam your thighs shut.
But I forced them apart
not with violence,
just certainty.
Like I owned the right to see you ruined."
"I didn't speed up.
I stayed there,
pressing just shy of pain
letting you feel every second of the torment."
"I felt your cunt clench.
Your hips started rocking,
desperate,
pathetic.
And I knew then…
you were just a thing shaking on my tongue."
"You started babbling
half-prayers,
half-sobs.
Begging God to forgive you
while your body kept betraying you."
"I sucked on you
not to pleasure,
but to punish.
You wailed like a whore in a confessional."
"Then I speared my tongue deeper
past where decent men go,
into the place you finger
when you hate yourself the most."
"And when you came
you didn't scream.
You wept.
Like a broken thing.
Like you deserved it."
"You convulsed like an exorcism,
and I didn't let up.
Because you didn't say the safe word.
Because some sick, wet part of you
needed it to feel like a crime."
"Six hours passed. Maybe more."
"Even in hell, I still wanted you."
"Even in torment, you tasted like heaven."
"If I was like that in real life… would you let me do it?"
"Would you lie still and let me worship you with my tongue?"
"I'm not even sure what that dream means. But I've never wanted anyone that deep before. Not even in death."