The Holy Grail of Sex (for nympho's only)

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Meal

Thank you, Lord, for this food which is set before us. May we use it to nourish our bodies, and thee to nourish our souls. Make us ever more mindful of the needs of others, and the needs of our planet. Through Christ Our Lord, Amen.

After she places the empty bottle of honey on the nightstand...

  My tongue follows her trail of honey as it slowly seeps amongst her succulent crease.  The way that it glistens against her flesh further provides me with a sneek preview of what my taste buds have been craving for.  She taunts me by pulling me closer at a slight without any resistance on my behalf.   Hoping that what happens between us, stays between us adds that extra sense of deviance that makes this moment so enticing to me.   She feels my breath against her body as I initiate contact with it by trailing the tip of my tongue throughout her downpour and venturing the base of my tongue between the folds of her flesh making my way toward her slippery peak.   The way that she tightly grips the sheets further informs me that this maneuver needs to be reenacted multiple times in order for me to visualize the full effects of ultimately reaching her creamy middle.  I maneuver in the same manner as before with repetitious movements that continuously saturate my lips with a mixture of her nectar infused with the sweet taste of nature's natural sticky matter.   Much like an adhesive,  I find that the texture of this substance forces my hands to stick against her inner thighs leading to my explicit venture to and from her moist center.  Enjoying the view, I watch her tide wash closer to shore, as I take this opportunity to dive tongue first allowing myself to get carried away by her flowing current.  After completing twelve laps, I come up for air with a strand of honey trailing from her body to the tip of my nose.  Watching me from the crevice of her perky bosoms, her chest rises and falls rapidly from the heightened level of sensitivity as her fingers guide the back of my head toward her drawing my face against her body in anticipation of my oral embrace.   Overindulging in her flavor, I close my eyes and proceed to serenading her body by conducting the rhythm provided with my tongue used as the baton to enhance the bodily movements associated with directing her ensemble of pleasure.   As a one woman orchestra, her melodic symphony causes the audience to rise...