Freckles Fantasy

I do have a near-fetish attraction to freckles.

My favorite, most enduring, but rather unlikely fantasy is to be moving around in a puppy pile and encountering a thoroughly freckled body part. I lick around my lips and ask, "May I?" and the owner responds with "Go for it, girl!"

When I start licking at the hollow of the owner’s neck, some of the freckles taste like high cacao dark chocolate, others like complex, buttery caramels. They come off like chocolate sprinkles from a soft serve ice cream cone, but soon regenerate. A nice long lick, from navel to ear lobe, coats my tongue with a taste combination rivaling the finest Belgian confections.

I luxuriate in the sensations and aroma of the body carrying the freckles. After many, many licks, s**ttered over all of the freckled areas I could locate, the owner guides me gently by the ears to the edge of the pile, but I don't stop searching and licking. At the edge we stand, embrace, kiss for several minutes, then run off hand in hand without any thought of finding our clothes. I usually lose my train of thought about here, sometimes without having noticed the person's body type.

Now I'm feeling really warm. Time to search for Mr. Hitachi.