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T is for Tickle

Amelia: March 28th, 2026

“That tickled,” I say, holding his head back by his hair. When he ran his lips across my mound, the way he just brushed against my hair tickled. I don’t want to be tickled right now. I want to have hot sex. The look in his eyes as I hold his head back makes my pussy clench with desire. “Do you like this?” I ask, tugging a little more on his hair.

“Yes,” he whispers.

I grin down at him. “Do you want me to tell you what to do?”

“Yes,” he whispers again.

This is not what I expected when I met him. I’m not disappointed, just surprised. I am used to men wanting to boss me around, but sometimes it’s nice to be the one in charge. Right now, it’s nice to have control over something in my life. If the thing I have control over is this attractive guy with his cock dripping for me, all the better. “Take your pants off.”

I can’t tell if the damp spot is because of the rain or that he’s got a lot of precum in there, but either way, I want to see.

He complies without complaint, and within seconds, he’s standing naked in front of me. My breath catches a bit when I see his cock bob free of his boxers. He’s very hard. And the tip of his cock is leaking precum, just as I thought it would be. I step closer and reach one hand over to squeeze his cock gently. I use my thumb to wipe up some of the precum, and then I deliberately press my thumb into his mouth. “How does that taste?”

He mumbles something I can’t understand.

“What’s that?” 

I don’t pull my thumb out, but he pulls back enough to say, “It tastes good. I like it.”

I smile at him, and I know there’s some mischief in it. “What else do you like to taste?”

“I want to taste you. Please,” he almost sounds like he’s begging. Maybe it’s time to make him actually beg.

“You are tasting me. Right now.”

“I mean,” he gets all flustered and blushes. It’s terribly cute. “I want to taste your,” his voice drops to a whisper, “pussy.”

“My what?” I prompt, even though I heard him.

“Your pussy,” he says, but his voice is barely louder than the first time.

He’s too cute to deny much longer, though, and I say, “Well then you’d better taste me.”

He looks up at me eagerly, like this is more than he could have hoped for. Hell, it’s definitely more than I could have hoped for. This was not supposed to happen. I was supposed to spend the rest of my life having vanilla sex with Calum, not slightly kinky sex with Frank! But given the little bit we’ve done so far, I can definitely see Frank being more than slightly kinky, though someone will have to coax it out of him a bit…