Buxxxom's Kink Bingo Thread
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haha, it does sound like fun! 
Here you go, gorgeous
Here you go, gorgeous
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Some people get lucky and win the lottery. Some folks are unlucky, they get struck by lightning. The odds against those things happening are about a million to one. I beat the odds, too, but in a completely different way. I consider it luck. You may not.
I was born without teeth. Yeah, yeah, I know you’re saying that all babies are born without teeth. True enough, but I was born without the ability to grow teeth, baby or permanent.
Early on, my parents thought this was great. No crying over teething problems, no tooth fairy visits to finance, no dental bills to dig deep to cover. Eventually, they did spring for a set of dentures when I was in middle school, but kids grow. Your mouth grows. Dentures are expensive to replace every few years, and they’re just not all that comfortable, trust me. I’d rather just go without them. There are advantages to this, you know!
I love how sensitive my gums are. There are pleasures you toothy people know nothing about.
I can feel nipples growing erect against the pink flesh of my gums. I can feel them elongate and stiffen. I can feel the crinkles of the tips and the areola. I can tug on them in a way that is both firmer and gentler than if I had to be wary of sharp incisors. I can feel the release, the little pop of pleasure when they’re stretched to the limit and recoil against the breast.
I can take a cock deep into my mouth, feeling the veins and ridges, the smoother skin of the glans. My hand doesn’t get this pleasure, I’m sure, when I masturbate. Hands can’t feel the nuances, the slipperiness that my mouth provides. I can suck harder and along the entire shaft, compressing as I go with my smooth gums. I can massage that sweet spot, you know the one, just under the glans, while my tongue dances and delves into the slit. The jets of semen splashing on my palate are my reward.
Clits appreciate my unique efforts, too. I can tug them into my mouth, holding them steady while the pressure increases and my tongue worries the delicate bud back and forth. The taste of her arousal floods my entire mouth, not hampered by any barrier.
There are benefits to teeth, I’m sure. I think I prefer it like this, all the same.
Some people get lucky and win the lottery. Some folks are unlucky, they get struck by lightning. The odds against those things happening are about a million to one. I beat the odds, too, but in a completely different way. I consider it luck. You may not.
I was born without teeth. Yeah, yeah, I know you’re saying that all babies are born without teeth. True enough, but I was born without the ability to grow teeth, baby or permanent.
Early on, my parents thought this was great. No crying over teething problems, no tooth fairy visits to finance, no dental bills to dig deep to cover. Eventually, they did spring for a set of dentures when I was in middle school, but kids grow. Your mouth grows. Dentures are expensive to replace every few years, and they’re just not all that comfortable, trust me. I’d rather just go without them. There are advantages to this, you know!
I love how sensitive my gums are. There are pleasures you toothy people know nothing about.
I can feel nipples growing erect against the pink flesh of my gums. I can feel them elongate and stiffen. I can feel the crinkles of the tips and the areola. I can tug on them in a way that is both firmer and gentler than if I had to be wary of sharp incisors. I can feel the release, the little pop of pleasure when they’re stretched to the limit and recoil against the breast.
I can take a cock deep into my mouth, feeling the veins and ridges, the smoother skin of the glans. My hand doesn’t get this pleasure, I’m sure, when I masturbate. Hands can’t feel the nuances, the slipperiness that my mouth provides. I can suck harder and along the entire shaft, compressing as I go with my smooth gums. I can massage that sweet spot, you know the one, just under the glans, while my tongue dances and delves into the slit. The jets of semen splashing on my palate are my reward.
Clits appreciate my unique efforts, too. I can tug them into my mouth, holding them steady while the pressure increases and my tongue worries the delicate bud back and forth. The taste of her arousal floods my entire mouth, not hampered by any barrier.
There are benefits to teeth, I’m sure. I think I prefer it like this, all the same.
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