Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.


Lately I have had a tongue fascination. Not that I don’t like my tongue (or his!) normally, but recently I have found myself focusing on that sensation. I crave an evening of him laying out naked on the bed and just licking his entire body. He always makes a joke about being sweaty, but I don’t even care. It seems like such a luscious evening. That craving of wanting to taste him. During the winter it is too cold to lay out on the bed, even with the heat on. We are finally hitting that almost spring weather in Ohio where you can be naked in the evening or early morning and not have to be covered in a thick blanket. So the idea of laying out on the bed naked would be a lovely way to spend an evening. Licking and sucking his cock without having to simultaneously suffocate under our duvet is always a plus.

Similarly to have him use his tongue on me (that was obvious though, right).

This new tongue/licking fascination has extended into other mouth activities as well. Taste is just one of those things that we haven’t played with too much as far as sensory deprivation. There are the standard eating cum jokes. One of my 101 Things is to log the changes of taste in his semen for a month. I haven’t read too much about ice or heat in your mouth while giving oral, but I’m sure it’s out there. I’ve done cold with Sir a few times, he enjoys the sensation, but I think it has it’s limits. And we never really did the standard food during sex thing, maybe in college. But strawberries and chocolate seem too easy. We could do a savory sex evening with a nice cheese plate. Not sure if a mouthful of blue cheese would make an orgasm better or worse. But I do love blue cheese, so it could be a win/win. I can’t imagine cleaning the sheets after such an evening though.

And now I’m hungry and horny. Fuck!