“I want to taste your elbow,” she declared out of the blue.
Over the years I had gotten used to her random thoughts.
And her oral fixation.
“Why do you want to taste my elbow?” I asked, amused.
“I don’t know. I just have this urge to see what it tastes like.”
I never minded her mouth being on my body.
She put her soft, full lips over my left elbow and her wet tongue thoroughly explored the surface of it.
Satisfied, she looked thoughtful for a minute then stated, “It tastes pointy.”
“How can something taste pointy?”
She smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know, but that’s how it tastes.”
I had learned long ago that her oral tendencies were greatly beneficial while on the receiving end.
Every part of my body had been orally explored at some point.
Some parts more than others.
I was incredibly spoiled.
Maybe in a way I still am…