Not Everyone's Cup Of Tea - Sex Stories

Not Everyone's Cup Of Tea

It’s not the act I crave It’s the intimacy. The buzz that fills my brain, Silencing the voices Of condemnation. Head thrown back, Eyes closed, I await the moment; The heat, stench, bitter taste. Every fibre of my being Yearns for the heart-stopping Exquisite naughtiness That powers through me, Empowering me To raise a finger to convention By indulging in acts Deemed too disgusting to contemplate. The first golden droplets hit my skin, Blistering warmth burning into me Like a welcome brand. Heart racing I anticipate the flood Drowning me, making me choke On draughts of bitterest pleasure. Wait…wait…screaming out my ecstasy I greet the cascade with open mouth. It engulfs me, Burning my throat With tainted deliciousness. Nostrils flare at the acrid odour, A treasured delicacy Too rarely sampled. Rivers of gold criss-cross my skin, Yellow diamonds that sparkle Upon flesh quivering with delight. A pungent pool forms around me As desperate for more My prone body crumples, Lapping kitten-like, Each delicious drop devoured Causing spasms of ecstasy Evoked by the mind alone. Exhausted, satiated, I rest. Soon I will clean myself, Remove all evidence Of my depravity, Return to normal existence And blend in perfectly.