there is nothing we could add to make this better.
Look, I know you can’t help it. I know that the body’s natural response to having its mouth forced open is to salivate. I know that drool is an unavoidable side effect. I can tell that that’s all you’re thinking, that it’s unfair for me to pick on it when it’s not something you can control. And you’re right, it is unfair.
But it’s also a major highway straight to having your cheeks flare up, have your whole body tingle and have those gorgeous hips wriggle as you involuntarily squirm at the embarrassment of it all. It’s so easy, you see, to pull away that gag after ten minute, half an hour, an hour, and then force that half cooled saliva back in your mouth, clean up your spittled chin, and coo some degrading phrase into your ear.
“You silly thing, look at the mess you’ve made. Clean it up like a good girl now.”
“You pathetic slut, you can’t even keep from drooling all over the place. You’re little better than a mutt.”
See? It’s not that hard. Sometimes I enjoy being offhand with my movements, making my remarks off-the-cuff. Not everything has to be hard earned, hard fought. Sometimes the old favourites are the old favourites.
And yes, it’s unfair. But what, dear girl, made you think that this was a balanced, fair relationship? I hold the cards, as is evident by the fact you’re the one cleaning my messy fingers with your silly little mouth. Now get to it.