The Honey Pot At The End Of The Rainbow

Find My Honey Pot At The End Of The Rainbow

You know you want to find my golden honey pot. What if I told you it’s right at the end of the rainbow?  What rainbow?  I’ve got a pair of very festive, thigh highs with a rainbow pattern on them.

I love wearing them on St. Patrick’s Day, and leading some lucky submissive leprechaun to the treasures they seek – my honey pot!

Follow The Rainbow

I love watching them trek up my legs, licking the whole way.  The rainbow ends at the lacy tops of the stockings, and I’m always amazed that those cheeky leprechauns don’t lose their way.

I’m betting that they just follow their shillelaghs – they always know the way to the honey pot!  Although they are under no illusion they’ll be dipping that stick into my special hiding place.  No, my sweet honey pot is for tasting and tasting is all they will be doing!   And, if they get out of line, they won’t even get a taste as I like my leprechauns well behaved.

Nectar Of The Goddess 

I let him slide his tiny body, up in between my legs, until his face is resting right on his treasure.  He begins to lick, dipping his tongue deep inside that sweet nectar, and tickling the inside.   You can see this is like the ultimate body session.  It’s all about pleasing me while getting inside my pot o’ gold.

Then he smears that sticky, warm honey all over my lips and along my clit, until I convulse, and pink moons, orange stars, green clovers and blue diamonds erupt before my eyes!  Oh, my leprechauns certainly know just where to find my lucky charms!   And of course, that’s me,  and I’m  are magically delicious!

Ciao Bella,

Suzie