The way he runs his tongue over your clit, I taught him that
The way he slides his tongue in and out of your pussy, I taught him that
The way he kisses your neck as he slides his 12 inches inside of you, I taught him that
The way he makes love to you and simultaneously fucks you, I taught him that
The way he whispers your darkest fantasies in your ear, I taught him that
The way he makes you feel like a queen and his nasty whore all at the same time, I taught him that
Please know, I taught him that…
The way he scrambles your morning eggs with just a bit of heavy cream, I taught him that
The way he squeezes fresh oranges for you just to have juice, I taught him that
That fluff in your pancakes, I taught him that
The way butter melts on toast at just the right shade of brown, I taught him that
The way he has learned to be attentive to the way you take your coffee, 1 sugar and 2 creams,I taught him that
The way he prepares your bath water, not too hot and not too cold, I taught him that
The way he massages your feet after a long day, I taught him that
The way he caresses your hair not messing up one single track, I taught him that
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The way he loves you like a man should love you, I taught him that
The way he allows you to be vulnerable in his presence, I taught him that
The way he makes you moan, I taught him that
The way he allows you to just be a woman, I taught him that
Every single thing you are enjoying about “your man,” please know that he was the student and I was the professor
I taught him the beauty of kneeling before the alter of my feminine wisdom and sexuality
Everything that he knows, I taught him and he was an A student
Yet to my chagrin, who knew that I was preparing and teaching him for the next bitch…
Categories: Thoughts, Musings and Reflections
This is a great erotica piece! I love wrting and reading Erotica…keep up the great work and hope to see more pieces like this in the future!
Nobody can put you in a box Hannah! I blushed when I read this but realized that’s what I love about your work … it always takes me by surprise with reality. Keep writing. I’ll keep reading.
… very sad, in a way.