it’s an unusual perspective for me - her feet on either side of my head, then as she knelt, red amongst the hair, that tendon from thigh to groin appears, there is detail which is at once intensely fascinating yet only generically comprehensible then that wonderful smell of sex. Suddenly it all changes, i am trapped but my neck strains up to reach her, my nose is lost in wetness even as my tongue searches for recognizable terrain and i can see nothing but the tiny hairs of her ass. this sense of stretching to find the right angle, of not being able to breathe and not able to come up for air, of wanting to provide pleasure but not being able to move to acheive my intention feels strange and uncomfortable, but as i hear her groan and feel her push down, my concerns are lost and i seek with my tongue those sounds of approval as well as this joy of discovering her sex.