Cava and Cunnilingus

Photo by Taras Abbat on Unsplash

Bubbles.

The sweet tingling liquid bites my flesh as you slowly pour your cava over my exposed cunt. It tickles my clit, before running down my slit and mixing with my own ambrosia to froth, to fizz, to flavour me, ready for the hungry onslaught of your salivating mouth.

You lap the sticky residue from my buttocks and inner thighs. Which is alcohol, and which is arousal? They are one and the same, blending and coalescing, sweetness meeting salt.

Sucking intoxicating froth from my luscious fruit, you seem to seek drunkenness inside my sex. As though you have been lost for days in a barren desert, my cunt has become your oasis. Your respite, your replenishment, your resurrection.

Drink from me. Yes, devour and drown in me. Taste the sweet wine of my silky slick, and lose your sobriety in the frothy folds of my flavoursome flesh.

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Erotica writer, Audiobook Narrator / Producer, Freelancer, Blogger. Physically residing in London, UK, but spending most of my time living inside my own head.

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