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+G to L › Gatchaman
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,408
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gatchaman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Taste
Taste
I’m always fascinated at how he tastes. It’s constantly changing, and yet there’s always that same underlying tang that I know is his.
Every time I taste him, I decide that it’s that taste I love the best.
Until next time.
I thought, at one time, that the taste of his come in my mouth was what I loved to taste most about him. But then, I tasted his skiin, sweaty from a workout and that was best. Then in the shower, clean and tasting of water, and I loved that too.
How does he taste so damn good? I even love the taste when I rim him.
I want to go on doing my taste tests forever. Pinning him down as I lazily move over his body, licking and sucking, tasting.
It’s not him that stops it, but me. His taste brings me to a fever pitch, and before I know it, I’m begging him to fuck me. Oh god, I love how he tastes when he fucks me, his sweat-slicked skin has a different taste than it does after a workout or a battle.
I’m frightened that I’ve catalogued how he tastes, but I can’t help it.
He’s moving in closer now. I can’t get over how much I love kissing him. I’ve never been a kissing sort of person, but with him I am. For hours.
So good.
And I’ve found the taste I love best. I love how he tastes when we kiss, slow and loving, sharing each other’s life-breath.
I want to go on tasting it forever.
I’m always fascinated at how he tastes. It’s constantly changing, and yet there’s always that same underlying tang that I know is his.
Every time I taste him, I decide that it’s that taste I love the best.
Until next time.
I thought, at one time, that the taste of his come in my mouth was what I loved to taste most about him. But then, I tasted his skiin, sweaty from a workout and that was best. Then in the shower, clean and tasting of water, and I loved that too.
How does he taste so damn good? I even love the taste when I rim him.
I want to go on doing my taste tests forever. Pinning him down as I lazily move over his body, licking and sucking, tasting.
It’s not him that stops it, but me. His taste brings me to a fever pitch, and before I know it, I’m begging him to fuck me. Oh god, I love how he tastes when he fucks me, his sweat-slicked skin has a different taste than it does after a workout or a battle.
I’m frightened that I’ve catalogued how he tastes, but I can’t help it.
He’s moving in closer now. I can’t get over how much I love kissing him. I’ve never been a kissing sort of person, but with him I am. For hours.
So good.
And I’ve found the taste I love best. I love how he tastes when we kiss, slow and loving, sharing each other’s life-breath.
I want to go on tasting it forever.