A Sexual Fantasy
I had fallen in love with the circus spitfire. She was a beautiful woman; very masculine; with green eyes and red hair like the flame.
She liked it so much to die: she filled her mouth with a gelatinous liquid made of water, guar gum and myrrh powder. She approached my completely shaved pussy and splashed on my clitoris that liquid vaporizing it between her lips.
In the years of her profession at the circus, she had learned to nebulize the liquids in her mouth with such force that it caused such an intense massage to my clit that I would come without touching myself.