She was a he

the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her ear, her chin and
her lips. She offered a finger to my lips and, as I
took it in my mouth, I realised she had taken some of her
cum from our bellies and I was tasting it. I found it
delicious. Sweet and salty at the same time. "More," I
murmured. She did as I asked and I took more cum off
her finger and, keeping it on the tip of my tongue,
kissed her so we could share the beauty of her essence.

I awoke with a start and realised it was nearly dawn so,
slipping my arm from underneath her, I quietly dressed
then leant over and kissed her brow as she lay sleeping.
I lifted the covers and gently kissed her cock, letting
the tip of my tongue linger on her slit. Then I covered
her up and walked slowly home thinking about the
awakening I had experienced.

She moved soon after that and I never saw her again but
think of her often. Soon after that I re-married and for
12 years never returned to the scene of my ultimate joy.
I was thoroughly heterosexual again . until I met this
very attractive young man who turned me into a committed
cock lover. But that's another story.