To Nipples

I licked an awesome nipple last night.

Ok, two of them.

A really fine nipple is just about as fuckin’ epic as it gets.  (I say that now, and I mean it totally, but I also know that on others days I might fall jsut as much in love with an especially sweet cunt or an ass that swings and sways in the most beautiful way).  But now, a coupla hours after absorbing the fullness of these nipples, I’m all into the can’t-beat-it unbelievableness of nipples.

I love them.  I love the way my eye locks on them when a new pair of breasts is presented to me (and it IS a present).  It doesn’t matter if they’re full and round and deep brown or petite and shy and tan, if they’re soft or if they’re standing up and bursting with excitement.  i just love to take them in with my eyes and feast on them, and then to touch them, stroke them lightly, run my fingers around every centimeter of them.  To prolong the time when I move my mouth down on them and kiss them, let my tongue roll over them, absorb them.

The ones last night were bursting with personality.  Yes, nipples do have personality, and not always the same as the one that their owner has presented.  The possessor of last night’s fine nipples was kind of shy, a bit demure, but when the bra came off and her hands fell away from covering them, they preseted themselves as luscious and proud and mesmerizing.  I gently fell on them and spent a lot of time letting them know how much I appreciated their specialness.

I love taking my time with nipples, giving them their due, letting them know that a cunt is fantastic but that nipples have their own allure and charm and fascination.  Women’s bodies are so fuckin’ awesome, and nipples are amazing.  Every one of them.  They all have their own storie sto tell, and I love to experience all of them.

Heaven.  Fuckin’ heaven.