i miss her cunt.

i miss other things. many things. but when i lie awake at night, it's thoughts of my tongue in her cunt that haunt me.

i remember sliding down between her legs, kissing her belly and thighs. my lips brushing her labia, my tongue pressed against her clit. i hold it there, not moving, feeling her writhe under me, and then begin to lick. long, slow, gentle licks, quick flicks of the tongue, and sometimes just holding still, letting her move against me.

her fingers tangle in my hair, her legs wrap around my neck, her hips thrust up to meet me, she pants and moans and finally cries out in ecstasy, shuddering, and i rejoice.

i miss her.