The Story of Her 'O' - Steven Digman
And this is the first cause of the universe: That God created woman so that
God... could be discovered.
Helen listened intently to his service, his words eating into her soulfully, his tongue rolling in long syllables of spiritual song. Her hips moved closer to his succulent lips - his chorus of praise - as her eyes closed dutifully in dominant worship; she felt his head bow to pray.
She listened as his tongue trembled up into slow beautiful words. Rising like a great voice; crying in, between the biblical pages of her legs, and surrendering to her creation - the passion of his faith.
Helen finished the first orgasm Under the Standing of Women, and left the book lewdly opened and exposed on the bed. - God she loved seeing him like that! His knees bent meekly forward, his corners turned down and over, submissively, marking his place for further reading.
She loved poetry; the way he felt. Poem meat in and out, poem tongue in and out; she loved him all: The poet man, the poetess boy, the strong woman but still, the sublime little girl. The naughty good, bad, and candy; the poem sweet in her mouth, and especially the literary-whore.
She thought opened-mindedly, pausing, as her fingers scratched to a new page. She wanted to read a new orgasm, to hear him reach out loud again - Poetry and Poetry and yes, "Please do that again!"