Ivetta

You will feel my tongue like a pulse — it will beat around your tip in time with your heart. I'll start with slow, deep circles, almost lazy, but with each new rotation I'll speed up, making your breath falter. When you're on the edge, I'll suddenly stop — freeze with my tongue at the very rim, and you'll feel the emptiness burn more than the touch. Then I'll resume the circles, but now they'll be jagged: two quick ones, a pause, one slow and deep, another pause, three quick in a row. You won't know when the next burst will come, and it will drive you insane. And when your hips begin to tremble, I'll stop playing and just circle continuously — even, steady, without stopping — until you come from that monotonous, frantic pulsation I created just for you.