Gracie

The card was already written when he called. Cream paper. My handwriting. Title line in ink: pussy worship.

I did not greet him like a menu. I read the first ingredient. Warm mouth. Slow breath. No rushing the first taste. He laughed like it was a joke. I told him to get his cock out and keep his other hand off the paper in his head.

ingredient two: patience

I described how I would sit on the edge of the bed and make him kneel between my thighs until his jaw ached. Pussy worship is not a lick and a prayer. It is staying put when your neck starts to complain.

I walked him through the method the way a cook talks when they actually care. Soft circles. Flat tongue. The little pause when I tug his hair and tell him he missed a spot. Domination without a speech. Just the recipe and my voice.

He tried to skip ahead to the part where he gets to fuck. I put him back on the card. Pussy worship does not clock out because he is impatient. I made him say the title out loud while he stroked, slower than he wanted.

The next line was anything goes if he earned the next step. No limits once the bowl is in front of him. I described how wet I would get from being treated like the only meal in the house. Body worship that starts at my pussy and does not wander until I say so.

I had him picture my thighs closing just enough to remind him where he lives. Face sitting is a later chapter. Tonight is the recipe. Tongue. Breath. Praise when he does it right. A mean little correction when he gets sloppy.

I added a note in the margin while we talked. More pressure on the left. Slower on the clit. I made him repeat those two notes like they were measurements. He sounded better after that. Hungrier. Less in a hurry to be done.

method: hold

I made him hold. Edging while I described how I would grind on his mouth and refuse to let him up. Sensory play without ice or wax. Just heat and the sound of him working. I told him I could feel the strain in his jaw even through the phone.

When his voice got thin I read the last instruction. Finish only after you thank the cook. I let him cum with the title in his mouth. Pussy worship. Mess on his own fist. Card still on the nightstand in the story.

I told him the recipe stays. If he wants another serving he can find me at thesincenter.com/Gracie and ask for Gracie. Bring an appetite.