Charlotte said this to me recently.
I like when I’m moved to write about her every day. I like when I’m moved to write (period) every day.
Lately, though, I’ve been… BUSY. Not in a particularly interesting way. Just in a way that happens from time to time, when I let my schedule get away from me, when I allow it to fill up. I do this. I say “yes” to things, to people, and I forget to protect my time. And then, I end up feeling overwhelmed, crowded, busy.
This has been how it’s been for going on a month now.
Which doesn’t mean there aren’t things I’ve been meaning to write about. Which doesn’t mean there aren’t very specific posts about Charlotte I’ve been meaning to write about. About her tongue, for example. Charlotte’s head technique is spectacular (natch) – and even better than it was when we started, because I’ve schooled her a bit, and she’s gotten to know me. There are lots of things Charlotte does that I like with her mouth. But far and away, the thing that stands out is the pressure she applies to the bottom of my shaft, to my frenulum, with her tongue, which she presses and swirls against it in a way that I can only describe as – fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk.
Her tongue is warm. It’s wet. It’s soft. And, as the saying goes, it’s (apparently not, actually) the strongest muscle in the human body. Whatever. Her tongue holds enough strength to deliver my cock ecstatic pleasure.
That is all.