It’s a perfect Southern California day. Sunny, warm, a little breeze blowing in from the patio. The best part is that we are spending the day together.

We’ve been together a few months exploring and discovering each other. You said the dynamic we were creating could be called reciprocal submission or a new-age fluid dominance. You explained there was something deeply reciprocatory between us as if every thought, every word written, every feeling, every touch, and every flicker of desire was instinctively met and returned.

Ummm, maybe… but all my male brain knows is that we are fooling around in the kitchen and I’m behind you trying to figure out if there are panties under those short short blue jean cutoffs you are wearing.

And reciprocatory you? “Can I slip my hand down your pants and stroke you while you kiss my neck?”

SoCal is warming up.

The doorbell rings.

Frustrated, you curse. “Damn, baby. Who’s that? Tell them to go away and pull my hair.”

I smile. “OMG! I hope it’s what I think it is. I ordered something for us.” 

I open the door as the delivery guy drives off. There’s a box. I bring it in and put it on the island.

“What is it, baby?”

“This is sooo cool, literally. Just wait until you see what’s inside!” I cut the packaging tape and lift out a styrofoam cooler filled with dry ice.

“This is twelve pints of the best ice cream in the world! From Cincinnati. Overnight shipping. Look, Dark Chocolate Brownie, Strawberry, Dutch Milk Chocolate. All kinds of flavors and the best of all? Black Raspberry Chip. I ordered 3 of them. This is the best flavor of all. Baby, this flavor is unbelievable. It’s orgasmic!”

I put the ice cream in the freezer, but leave out one pint of the Black Raspberry Chip.

“Baby, I want to feed you.” I grab a spoon and I grab your hand. We head for the couch.

You sit next to me, then lean in a little closer.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

You smile, letting your tongue rest teasingly against your bottom lip as I bring the spoon toward you. 

The moment you taste the sweetness and tartness, an explosion of flavor hits you. You slowly close your lips around the spoon. Your eyes never leave mine and you moan.

“Mmm. Baby, that is sooo good. I have an idea.”

You swipe a little ice cream onto your fingertip and leave a cool, teasing touch of it high along your bare inner thigh. You watch my reaction. 

Never breaking eye contact, I give you a nasty smile. I lower myself, trailing warm, lingering kisses down your stomach until I reach your waist.

“Baby, you are such a dirty woman. You’re just bad.“

I don’t take my eyes off you as I slip off your cutoffs. “No panties today. God, you are the naughtiest!”

As I spread your knees apart, I can see your perfectly shaped pink lips are puffy. Your wetness is dripping out of you. I can smell the scent of your sex. 

You lean back, still looking at me as I grab the ice cream and the spoon. A sizable spoonful disappears into my mouth. 

I spread your legs wide open and you start to feel a little vulnerable. 

New-age fluid dominance… I know you know what I’m thinking as I lower my mouth toward your glistening folds. I look up at you.

“Baby, I can feel the heat. I think you need some cooling off.”

The tip of my frozen tongue suddenly presses against your hardened button and swirls. 

A jolt goes through your body. It’s like electricity and you gasp for air. 

The pleasure and the pain, the fire and the ice. This is almost unbearable. You let out a scream.

I bury my face between your legs. I’m not gentle or subtle. My tongue is fast and I press hard. Panting, you spread your legs even wider. You grab my hair and pull me in closer. You thrust up against me. You’re like an animal in heat.

“God damn, baby, give it to me!” 

We’ve been exploring and I know how much you love it when we do anything anal. I see my chance. 

I lift your knees to your chest. I spread your ass wide open. “Baby, I’ve got you just where I want you.”

I move in. Your body jerks as the tip of my tongue ever so softly touches your pucker, the softest most gentle touch imaginable.

You squeeze uncontrollably. Your breathing deepens.

Applying more pressure, I probe. I swirl around the rim. You pull my hair even harder and you bear down. I can feel you shake.

My thumbs spread your tight opening. I spit on it and run my thumb up and down, applying pressure. Using my tongue and thumb, I push gently, making sure you’re wet, until my thumb breaks through, stretching you.

“Fuuuck,” you moan in encouragement.

Your head falls back as you let out a long deep groan. What I am doing to you is so sinful. 

I know you are close. 

I attack your clit again. 

You let go.

Wave after wave courses through your body. Spasm after spasm. 

You scream again. “Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!” 

One last push and you collapse.

You give yourself up to me. Total surrender.

I shift and take you into my arms. I grab a handful of your brown hair and pull. 

I whisper in your ear, “Good girl. See, El? I told you Black Raspberry Chip ice cream was orgasmic.”