Strawberry Kisses: The Night Fabian's Tongue Turned My Clit into a Squirting Symphony

The hotel suite smelled like melted vanilla wax and my own dripping anticipation. I’d kicked off my stilettos the second the door clicked shut, red soles flashing like a warning. Fabian stood across the room, shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes locked on me like he’d already mapped every inch he was about to ruin. I’m Ruby Rose—the vixen who’s tasted every flavor of filthy—but tonight I was the one about to be devoured.

We’d been circling each other on X for weeks—thirsty DMs, voice notes that made my nipples peak under silk. When he finally growled, “Pack an overnight bag, Ruby,” I obeyed like a good girl gone bad. Now here we were: king bed drowned in candlelight, city lights blinking through floor-to-ceiling windows, and a bottle of chilled rosé sweating on the nightstand. My excitement was peaking, I tried to peel my dress off…

The Slow Burn Before the Blaze

He crossed the room in three strides, pinning my hands to my hips, the strength of his forearms obvious from the firing of rippling muscles as he spun me around and positioned me on all fours over the bed. He firmly lifted my dress up and over my thighs and ass while slowly caressing and revealing the lace stocking beneath. Game on. He reached one hand up to my hair, bunching and grabbing it. A gentle yet firm pull ensued, the pressure on my scalp transporting my shoulders up on to his chest and bringing me one step closer to bliss.

On my knees, head back, breasts puffed out, his other hand grabs my chin and top of my throat. Twisting my face to our first kiss, awkwardness of clashing teeth, a penetrating, powerful, wet tongue! I hope he goes down on me, I want that thick tongue on my clit, between my downstairs lips, hungry, promising ruin – OMFG! I tasted whiskey on him; he tasted my lip gloss and the moan I couldn’t swallow. He had taken control in the sexiest way imaginable, not letting me do my usual tease! Strong, slightly rough hands cupping my ass like he owned it. A jolting push sends me back to my hands and knees, dress rucked up to my waist, thighs already spreading on instinct.

This is bringing back so many memories. I'll be back in a minute… ⏱️ I'm back, I'll leave what just happened to your imagination 💦. A story for another day maybe!

“Been dreaming about this ass since your first voice message,” he rasped, dragging my G-string to the side with one hand, spreading my cheeks apart with the other. The cool air kissed my ass and slick folds; his hot gaze followed. I was swollen, glistening, aching. Fabian dropped to his knees like a priest at an altar, shaking the entire bed and ever so slightly pushing me forward, beard brushing between my ass cheeks. I shivered. He arched my back downwards exposing more of my pussy. Most men dive in sloppy. Fabian? He inhaled me first—deep as his beard now tickled my flaps, deliberate, like he was memorizing my scent.

The Tongue That Rewrote My Religion

That tongue—Jesus fucking Christ. Thick, long, velvet-rough. The first lick was a slow, flat stripe from the top of my clit, over and into my entrance, then over my ass without hesitation, parting me like scripture. Reaching his hand between my legs… he cupped my pussy, then navigated up to my breast, making sure every inch of his wrist, forearm, and bicep slid along my very wet pussy. Now I am floating, my knees literally lifting off the bed, briefly balancing on my hands, suddenly I am on my back. I don't even know how but he flipped me in an instant!

Legs spread, everything exposed he looked at me like he hasn't eaten in days and was about to have the feast of his life. I nearly bit my lip off with excitement while my hips involuntarily bucked; he pinned them with one hand. Ten minutes in, I was a mess—whimpers turning to pleas. Then he slid one finger inside, curled it upward, and pressed. Not the tired come-hither bullshit. Just firm, relentless pressure right on my G-spot.

“What the fuck are you—” I gasped.

My uncontrollable whimpers, screams, and unexpected audibles only heightened my excitement. For a fleeting moment my mind flicked to work—and while his head disappeared between my legs and into my mound, I reached for my phone and tapped record. (Sorry people just audio!)

“Shh, baby. Let me map you.” A second finger joined, stretching that sweet ridge wider. My walls fluttered. He pushed deeper—slow, controlled—until the pads of his fingers kissed a spot I didn’t know existed. My eyes flew open. Noises filled the room.

“That’s your A-spot, Ruby. Deep, sensual, I want to hear you scream Ruby.”

I believed him. Pressure built like a storm behind my navel. Then he leaned in and breathed—hot, heavy huffs over my clit, no contact, just furnace air. He put pressure on my pubic bone above my bush, my thighs convulsed; my spine arched clean off the bed. The next lick was lightning. I came so hard my vision whited out, a gush of warmth flooding his beard. He drank it like champagne. He caught the next gush and turned himself into a water fountain, my warm squirt splashing all over my breasts and tummy. SO HOT!

Beard-Soaked Kisses & Cock Tease

Fabian surged up my body, beard dripping with me, and crashed his mouth to mine. I tasted myself—salty-sweet, obscene. His cock—thick, rigid—slid between my folds, parting them, rubbing my self-lubricated, oversensitive clit in slow torture. I clawed his shoulders. His tongue entered my mouth I sucked it like it was his cock. SNAP! I pushed him away, it was too much for me. I was over stimulated, over excited, orgasms without touch. He took that as get back down there.

With a cheeky defiance he moved higher and put his lips against my ear, loudly whispering deep rumbling vibrations straight to my core: “You ready for dessert, Ruby?”

The timbre alone detonated me. My head snapped back, eyes rolling, pussy clenching on nothing. I made some weird embarrassing chipmunk sound… His non-violent forcefulness made me feel so safe. Like he was there for me, to keep me safe and please me. I floated—disembodied, euphoric—until one massive lick dragged me back to earth. Another squirt, another scream. I grasped his head with both hands, grinding his face deep into my valley. Panic flashed—too rough?—but he growled in approval and doubled down, tongue flicking my bean in unpredictable flicks and twists and licks.

He comes up for air and this time instead of thick hot breath he gently blows cool air over my pussy. He takes another deep breath and blows another long cold stream over my bean. I close my eyes put my head back and relax into the coolness of his breath, then without warning a thick flat hot tongue slowly licks all over my clit raising the temperature of a now-erupting volcano. "Where did you learn this?" No reply, just more licking followed by sucking of my clit while licking it at the same time.

Forty Minutes In: The Strawberry Kisses Drop

I was floating in aftershock when the buzzing started. Loud, wet, right on my clit. My first thought: he snuck a toy down here. The vibration was perfect—intense but not numbing. My hips chased it. The buzz wasn’t silicone, it was warm, not cold. The secret spilled: Fabian's lips sealed around my clit and he blew raspberries. Strawberry Kisses. It was him. Vibrating lips and brushing beard hairs – WTF???

The sensation short-circuited my brain. Clit thrumming, pussy spasms, every nerve screaming in joy. He’d stop the raspberries, drag that thick tongue through my soaked lips, then dove back in with another buzz. Thirty more minutes of this hot breath, cold breath cycle, tongue lashes, raspberry vibrations. I lost count of orgasms. Squirt arced; sheets drowned; my voice cracked raw. Banshee scream. Holy fuck, what the fuck, oh my good! I don't actually remember what I said but the decibels were deafening.

The Final Explosion

The grand finale: one last Strawberry Kiss, lips sealed tight, then loose then frequency changes with maxed vibration. At this point I think I'm a Didgeridoo! My clit swelled impossibly. Fabian ripped his mouth away and licked the buzzing nub. The contrast—vibe to velvet—shattered me. I squirted so hard it splashed his chest. Tears streamed; I sobbed through the climax, floating on air, utterly undone.

He gathered me close, beard still dripping, stroking my hair. “You okay, firecracker?”

I laughed through hiccups. “Teach this to the world, Fabian. Every tongue, every partner. And… can I pimp you to my friends?” He chuckled, kissed my forehead. Deal.

Afterglow & Auditory Aftershocks

We’ve met again—multiple times. Fabian discovered my ears are a direct line to my G-spot. Whispered commands, growled dirty talk, even humming against my clit. Each session drops new pleasure bombs. Full stories coming soon; my pussy’s still recovering.

Ruby’s Reflections: Rewired for Life

Strawberry Kisses didn’t just give me the best head of my existence; they rewrote my blueprint for intimacy. Pleasure isn’t just friction—it’s pressure, breath, vibration, sound. I cry during orgasms now—not from pain, but from the overwhelming beauty of being seen, worshipped, unlocked.

Fabian turned my body into an instrument; I’m still humming the melody. If you’ve never had a tongue rewrite your soul, beg, borrow, or steal a night with someone who listens to every shiver. And Fabian? Call me anytime. My clit’s already buzzing at the thought and my desire to please you is off the charts.

Perks of Strawberry Kisses

• 🍑 No toys required—just lips, lungs, and imagination.
• 🍑 Clit overstimulation without numbness.
• 🍑 Infinite modes, switching from buzz, tongue, breath keeps the clit alive.
• 🍑 Full-body convulsions from breath alone.
• 🍑 Physical cues guided Fabian's responses, pressure and frequency.
• 🍑 Teaches partners to listen to micro-reactions.
• 🍑 Turns squirting into an art form.

Partner Play: Teach & Tease

Practice the breath technique in the shower—hot water + hot air = instant tremor. Record your raspberries; play them back during solo sessions. Gift your lover the sound of their own power.

2025 Trends: X Is Thirsting

#StrawberryKisses will be blowing up—clips of bearded gods buzzing clits, tutorials on A-spot pressure, squirt challenges. I want the whole world to know and feel this!

The Ruby Wrap-Up

Fabian didn’t just eat pussy—he conducted a symphony on my clit with Strawberry Kisses as the crescendo. If you leave this article anything but soaked, you didn’t read close enough. Go find your Fabian. Or become one. The world needs more tongue virtuosos.

Note: Ruby and Fabian have rendezvoused multiple times since. He’s weaponized erotic audio now… story dropping soon. Stay dripping, vixens. We listened to my audio recording which sent us both into a sexual frenzy. Stay tuned! I am creating some audio snippets to share with you all.