When Speaking in Tongues

It wasn’t long before they discussed what had happened
Their words, timid at first, growing stronger with each stanza
Passion made for some heated exchange, as they sorted out the story
The ideas eventually flowed and lessons laid out

Space was needed to comprehend, but there was more to this story
For what had happened was not to be repeated frequently
Speaking life back was on thing but avoiding another vault was another
The desire was still there, the craving still calling

Hunger beyond words. Darkening the eyes. Palpating the heart
A connection beyond utterances had to be shared
The only way to account for the lack of trust
Was to build more through a soulful connection

Her eyes probing, she saw an opening
Timidly she walked in
She needed to get her king back
Even if it meant taking the lead momentarily

Prying his lips apart with her tongue
She searched for signs that he was alright
The occasional swirl, made her toes curl
Even in emergence, he still made her heart sing

Guiding his hands low down her back
She smiled as he bit gently and secured her lips
She teasingly pulled back to enjoy the strength of his grip
Pulling her hips to his as fire rose in-between

She recognized the darkening in his eyes
The one where passion and dedication ignites
That kind of darkening that brings out her sinful inklings
Even if they placed a pack of ice… which would feel nice… the room grew white hot

As their tongues danced and explained the whole situation
What had happened was
For lack of better words
A thing of the past

Lifting his queen, he carried her solidly glued to his chest
Legs wrapped around his waist and arms in sweet embrace
The kitchen counter would be the alter
Where his burning lips would slay her womanhood

Not the torture life ending slayage
No. The life affirming slay of passionate tongue lashing
The kind that woke five alarm fires
As her hands gripped his hair and pressed him ever deeper

His salvation found snuggly between her hips
Her freedom purchased through thrashing of a determined tongue
Sins forgiven in the wash of excitement
As her prayers rang out atop her lungs with her head tossed back

Only when speaking in tongues

The Vault

Sometimes… you just got to reach for those tonsils and tickle the misunderstanding clear. Once that’s done, you can move on to more passionate frisky play.

This can be achieved through a deep kiss where you both tongue fight until you make peace and want to make love and burn up the sheets.

Other times… you’ve got to drown his tonsils out with your sin as you hold his head securely between your legs until he understands your apology.

It can often be necessary to have your manhood inspect the back of her throat, as you stifle any wave of guilt that might interrupt your bonding.

This blog doesn’t judge. As long as you two work it out in tongues, then the rest of the naughtiness can be more effective.

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