My Lolly-Gagger

He might tease me but won’t make me wait long

He was late.

Waiting outside the coffee shop was ideal in a Canadian February. But my match said he’d meet me outside, so here I stand. Fuck it’s freezing. I wiggled my toes in thin black leather.

Dating apps suck. Full of timewasters, braggarts, and fools. None of them could deliver on what I asked for. I was pretty clear on what I hoped for from someone using this app.

INSANE PINK TACO LICKING.

To be fair, I gave as good as I got. I love oral, so I can go down on a man with gusto. I will drool over his manly member pics and masturbate to a video of him touching his beef stick. He knows I love touching him in his most private of places. No hesitation. As long as I get mine. I need him to love it, too.

No fakers allowed.

I’ve tried matches with a few men from Tinder, Bumble, and Plenty of Fishes. All liars. Everyone one of them hated to give oral. They all played a good game of make-believe. Those men put on a good show. But the body gives it away. The subtle wiping away of juices and squirt. Spitting out any trace of you before they carry on. Lick a tiny bit of frosting on your cupcake before they smash it with their hammer. All signs of NO LICKING HERE.

I need to be consumed.

I spent years denying that I love sex. Even more time went by before I realized that a man licking me out was divine. It brings me to another level. Close to God, indeed. I need his lips wrapped around my mound, sucking in my labia and tickling my clit. The right man will want to give it to me. He needs to please me. Freely. Willingly. He gets off on it as much as I do.

A friend recommended Headero, a hookup app for those who love oral. Perfect. I created a profile and watched the inbox flood. Many replies. This is the first man who ticked all my boxes. This coffee date is to see if we can move it to the next step. His profile shows his full lips licking a lollipop. Who can resist that? A good sucker is what every girl needs. His profile name, Lolly-Gagger made me laugh and drool simultaneously.

“Katie?” A baritone voice with an east coast lilt walked towards me. His navy peacoat and grey newsboy cap looked cute in the winter sun. A paper stick from his favorite red hot candy lollipop hung from his lips.

“Jarod? Yes, I’m Katie. Nice to meet you. Damn, it’s cold, and the coffee bar is full. No room, I’m afraid. Would you like to go for a walk?” Before hopping into a bed with him, I needed to ensure he was legit. Even though his tongue was doing something beautiful to the sucker. Damn. I think I have a winner here.

“I know a place two blocks from here. They have lots of seating. Do you trust me?” Holding out his gloved hand, I took it, and off we sauntered in the brisk air. True to his word, two blocks later, we stopped in front of a candy shop.

“The Hard on The Outside But Gooey in the Middle Candy shop? Come here often? Do you like to suck?” I can’t help it. I want to flirt with him and be a little dirty. A little suggestion never hurt anyone.

Opening the door, he motioned me inside. As I stepped in, his hand touched my hip, and I paused. His full lips brushed my hair as he leaned in to whisper.

“I love to suck. And I feel you are just the sweet I’m looking for.”

Only time will tell. Hopefully not long before I find out.

My Kitty doesn’t lick herself.