NaPoWriMo Poem 14
"She who does not eat pussy is not to be trusted...ever."
The secret delights hidden between Kassandra's legs awakened the senses
to devour her completely. Her forbidden fruit had entranced her lovers,
they begged for her to sit on their faces, demanding to taste her juices.
Until one rotten tomboy lesbian wannabe crossed her path with her hard strap on
and synchronized thrusts, only to fail at the one thing that made her cum the most.
Oral love making was her endgame, she lived to cum under her lovers tongue. She fantasized about her clitoris being sucked until she trembled and climaxed in delight. Her very own first tomboy
taunted her over phone sex, whispering all the things she wanted to do to her.
Her tomboy declared her enthusiasm for eating pussy, she described in full detail
how she would devour her until she couldn't cum no more. Every day and every night
her tomboy hypnotized her with promises of taking her virginity away;
as she had never been penetrated by another woman with a strap on. The tomboy had awaken a curiosity in her, she spent most of her time day dreaming about sitting in her tomboy's face
and being penetrated after; repeating the perfect cycle over and over, until both were exhausted.
She kept promising her how she would feast on her pussy, how she would penetrate her with her strap on and then lick her pussy clean until she orgasmed many times. Her tomboy called her every
night, had phone sex climaxes with her every time; describing over and over
how she would eat her pussy out.
Their public face to face encounter began with a kiss on the cheek, the sensuality of the first kiss followed. Kassandra tried to taste her tongue a bit, but the tomboy would not have it. Once in the privacy of the budoir, her tomboy pinned her to the wall and kissed her, her tongue again not touching hers.
This exasperated her, she desired to taste the tomboy's tongue, but again the tomboy would decline this advance, with this reply: "you kind of don't know how to properly kiss..." and parted away to freshen up, leaving her consumed in doubts.
This raised a minor red flag, Kassandra thought to herself: "apparently the tomboy doesn't like kissing with tongue, yet on the previous phone sex conversation she had professed how she was going to even suck my tongue", and this was making her anxiously confused, yet she proceeded.
Kassandra wore a sexy lingerie corset with tight high stockings, gloves, high heels, her hair and make up meticulously done, all dolled up. She played her sex-freak-on on play list. She had arrange an array of songs to seduce, model and dance for her new tomboy. The anticipation was her drive, her pussy wet and still felt nervous about what was to come.
The tomboy came out, swept her off her feet, made love to her, took her virginity away, even ate her ass penetrating her with her tongue; made her cum this way. Days of togetherness had followed, days in which no pussy licking was done to her. The tomboy had licked her pussy once or twice, with no enthusiasm or dedication, no detailed techniques to bring forth orgasms or climaxing, only faking it till she made it. After this she was left more confused and decided to express her dissatisfaction.
Kassandra faced the tomboy and asked her why didn't she ate her pussy as much as she ate hers. The tomboy replied: "I don't know you enough to lick your pussy like that, like you want me to, but I love giving you the black kiss in your ass anytime". This left her more puzzled and thought to herself: "so you can eat my ass with all the farts and particles of shit but not my clean pussy..."
Afterwards she tried to reason with the tomboy, but the tomboy, again wouldn't listen. She wouldn't
even acknowledge her desires, her pleas, her cries or her tantrums. She realized that her tomboy was
unaware of what reciprocity meant. She was either unaware or conscious and yet not really caring about giving back. She'd just came into her boudoir had taken her love and lust for granted.
This was an awakening for her. Just because you call yourself a lesbian it doesn't mean that you automatically will enjoy eating pussy. What infuriated her the most was the lies about pussy eating, she felt betrayed and neglected, Kassandra remember the last words she said to the tomboy: "you're not a pussy eater, you're a pussy hater!".
She decided to pair herself with another lover. This woman was a stud. After their long and heated making out session, just before the stud went down on her, she said out loud: "Kassandra, I've been waiting to kiss your lips and eat your cute pink tight little pussy since the last time we saw each other" while she buried herself in her mount of Venus delights.
"She who does not eat pussy is not to be trusted...ever."
The secret delights hidden between Kassandra's legs awakened the senses
to devour her completely. Her forbidden fruit had entranced her lovers,
they begged for her to sit on their faces, demanding to taste her juices.
Until one rotten tomboy lesbian wannabe crossed her path with her hard strap on
and synchronized thrusts, only to fail at the one thing that made her cum the most.
Oral love making was her endgame, she lived to cum under her lovers tongue. She fantasized about her clitoris being sucked until she trembled and climaxed in delight. Her very own first tomboy
taunted her over phone sex, whispering all the things she wanted to do to her.
Her tomboy declared her enthusiasm for eating pussy, she described in full detail
how she would devour her until she couldn't cum no more. Every day and every night
her tomboy hypnotized her with promises of taking her virginity away;
as she had never been penetrated by another woman with a strap on. The tomboy had awaken a curiosity in her, she spent most of her time day dreaming about sitting in her tomboy's face
and being penetrated after; repeating the perfect cycle over and over, until both were exhausted.
She kept promising her how she would feast on her pussy, how she would penetrate her with her strap on and then lick her pussy clean until she orgasmed many times. Her tomboy called her every
night, had phone sex climaxes with her every time; describing over and over
how she would eat her pussy out.
Their public face to face encounter began with a kiss on the cheek, the sensuality of the first kiss followed. Kassandra tried to taste her tongue a bit, but the tomboy would not have it. Once in the privacy of the budoir, her tomboy pinned her to the wall and kissed her, her tongue again not touching hers.
This exasperated her, she desired to taste the tomboy's tongue, but again the tomboy would decline this advance, with this reply: "you kind of don't know how to properly kiss..." and parted away to freshen up, leaving her consumed in doubts.
This raised a minor red flag, Kassandra thought to herself: "apparently the tomboy doesn't like kissing with tongue, yet on the previous phone sex conversation she had professed how she was going to even suck my tongue", and this was making her anxiously confused, yet she proceeded.
Kassandra wore a sexy lingerie corset with tight high stockings, gloves, high heels, her hair and make up meticulously done, all dolled up. She played her sex-freak-on on play list. She had arrange an array of songs to seduce, model and dance for her new tomboy. The anticipation was her drive, her pussy wet and still felt nervous about what was to come.
The tomboy came out, swept her off her feet, made love to her, took her virginity away, even ate her ass penetrating her with her tongue; made her cum this way. Days of togetherness had followed, days in which no pussy licking was done to her. The tomboy had licked her pussy once or twice, with no enthusiasm or dedication, no detailed techniques to bring forth orgasms or climaxing, only faking it till she made it. After this she was left more confused and decided to express her dissatisfaction.
Kassandra faced the tomboy and asked her why didn't she ate her pussy as much as she ate hers. The tomboy replied: "I don't know you enough to lick your pussy like that, like you want me to, but I love giving you the black kiss in your ass anytime". This left her more puzzled and thought to herself: "so you can eat my ass with all the farts and particles of shit but not my clean pussy..."
Afterwards she tried to reason with the tomboy, but the tomboy, again wouldn't listen. She wouldn't
even acknowledge her desires, her pleas, her cries or her tantrums. She realized that her tomboy was
unaware of what reciprocity meant. She was either unaware or conscious and yet not really caring about giving back. She'd just came into her boudoir had taken her love and lust for granted.
This was an awakening for her. Just because you call yourself a lesbian it doesn't mean that you automatically will enjoy eating pussy. What infuriated her the most was the lies about pussy eating, she felt betrayed and neglected, Kassandra remember the last words she said to the tomboy: "you're not a pussy eater, you're a pussy hater!".
She decided to pair herself with another lover. This woman was a stud. After their long and heated making out session, just before the stud went down on her, she said out loud: "Kassandra, I've been waiting to kiss your lips and eat your cute pink tight little pussy since the last time we saw each other" while she buried herself in her mount of Venus delights.
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