CW: Monologue about tongues, drooling, and arousal. If you're really suggestible like me you may want to be in a drool friendly environment.
I've written before about how much I love slow burns. But I need to be honest, sometimes a flashy GIF catches my attention and I drift down the path of endless sexy flashing garbage, succumbing to the fast food of erotic content. It feels good in the moment, but it's not satisfying, and I generally regret it later. It's just... empty content.
So I often have to force myself to slow down. Force myself to enjoy something simpler and more organic. Something that takes the time to engage your mind, your senses and your body. I particularly like how some media can really make you focus on a part of your body, like your mouth for example. Even just a casual mention draws your attention to it. You might even notice how your tongue is sitting. What it's touching. Or you'll notice how your lips feel the need to part just a little bit as you read this.
Maybe you are just following along because you like to do that, to be obedient and please people. If it hasn't opened yet, it probably will soon enough. It's just become a conditioned response at this point. I mean, think about it — how many hours have you spent staring at pictures of cute girls with their tongues out, eyes crossed or rolling back, saliva dripping from their gorgeous mouths? Or reading posts extolling the virtues of making that silly and hot face while you rub or stroke and edge your mind into oblivion?
Oh, is that not something you do? I wouldn't think from the way your tongue's hanging out of your mouth right now. Don't worry, it's really, really cute. The funny thing is, maybe you didn't realize it before, but it does feel good to stick out your tongue, doesn't it? It's really incredible how stretching out that slippery, sexy pleasure muscle triggers your mind to start going fuzzy.
And gosh that fuzziness feels so good. I wonder, does it feel good because your mind associates your tongue sliding past your lips with pleasure? Does the cool air hitting the textured, pink surface of your tongue just trigger a hot, arousing tingling inside of you?
But surely you're not just sticking it out for your own pleasure, that would be awfully selfish. Yes, it must be because your tongue is capable of giving so much pleasure. You're a very talented person, and you know how to use your tongue to maximum effect, I'm sure. It's such a strong, capable muscle, ready for action. And putting it on display — like you're doing right now — is such a wonderful way to advertise that you're ready to please.
But I didn't start writing this to talk about your tongue hanging out obscenely from your mouth, regardless of how fucking hot it is to imagine.
I wanted to talk about drooling.
Because the really wonderful thing about drooling, you see, is that it's generally not one of these instantaneous things. You don't just stick out your tongue and immediately start gushing fluid all over, do you? Well. May some of you do, but it's not typical. You've only had your tongue out for a moment, so surely you aren't drooling yet. I mean, sure, you could push all that saliva pooling in there out with the tip of your tongue before you open up and slide out your wonderful tongue. I'm sure that this is what those internet cuties are doing for their photos they peddle. But that's business. They have an agenda, and so they cheat. It's a short cut that kills all the fun. It stifles the anticipation, the eroticism of the slow burn of a proper drooling episode that marks a proper slut.
And you know you're a proper slut. You are here to really sink down into the bliss of an outstretched tongue and the magic of drooling and let it slowly and sensuously creep up on you. Are you drooling yet? Or do you still just feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, waiting for its inevitable escape? Fuck. Now that is what really gets me hot. That slowly pooling saliva, evidence of your growing arousal, your fixation, your need, slowly working its way forward, building in proportion to your heat. An uncontrollable accumulation just builds up inside you, waiting to make its move, waiting for its inevitable trip into the light where it can be seen and appreciated.
And that's just a wonderful analogy to how turned on you are, isn't it? The slow, stringy drips connecting that irresistible mouth to your gorgeous body. Threads of shimmering silk, like puppet strings. Do you feel a bit like a puppet, sweetie? Like the strings of your arousal are tugging on your mind, your thoughts, and your body? Maybe you feel the little pulses of arousal running along the strings, like how a spider senses prey caught in its web? Because make no mistake, you are caught. You're sitting there, tongue out, drooling all over yourself... You've probably even started touching yourself by now, goddess knows that's what I'm doing.
So just let your mind go and give in. Push that tongue out a little further, focus on your arousal, and wait for the inevitable. When you feel the cool drops strike your chest and slide down along your curves, let your hands wander, let your mind drift, and let your body succumb to arousal.
Just remember — don't rush it. Good things need time, effort, and focus. And you, my sweetie, are a good thing.
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