Watch Your Mouth Novels & Stories

My mouth is full but I can still manage to talk. "Why the hell do you care?" The foods in my mouth almost spit out the moment I talk. He glared at me. It's so unlady of me but I don't care. It's just Farris in front of me anyway. He already seen the worst in me! "Do not talk when your mouth is full," he said with an emphasis with every words. I rolled my eyes and went back to my foods. When I was finished my stomach was so full. I even belched in front of him. He looked at me after that and I just smiled at him while sipping at my orange juice.

I couldn't help but exercise my mouth. I'm afraid that my jaw will break if I put this in my mouth. He touched the back of my head and patted it lightly as he pointed his at my mouth. "Stop staring and eat it. Just lick it with your tongue and don't let your teeth scrape it." I opened my mouth and let my tongue out, gently licking the head of his member and playing with the small hole in his member with my tongue while both of my hands were touching his member, gripping it.

He just looked at me like I had said him to jump off the cliff. "Haan???" Stunned he asked again. "Smile.It will relax your muscles.Will erase the huge crease between your eyebrows.Just smile" "I can't" he said fiddling with his fingers on his lap. "Oh comeon.Its so easy just look at me" I made a huge smily face "This" then made a goofy grin "This" Then I put my fingers on both corners of mouth stretching them. His mouth slightly twitched upwards. Omg !! Two big events are going to happen

I made us eggs and toast for breakfast as Mouth toddled around the kitchen. She didn't sit to eat which clued me in to how much her ass must hurt along with other things. "Mouth, go put something on." "What, why, there's no one here but us." "There're windows all over the place that's why, go put something on now."

"And I can already tell you're going to be enthusiastic. You're practically vibrating with eagerness." He was right. Ethan was nervous but desperately curious. "Now. There are some practical things you need to know. First, breathing. You'll need to breathe through your nose because your mouth will be occupied. Practice that now. Close your mouth, breathe normally through your nose." Ethan did, feeling ridiculous. "Good. Second, your gag reflex. Everyone has one. We'll work on controlling it, but for tonight, we won't push too deep. You'll learn to take more over time. Third, jaw fatigue. Your jaw will get tired. That's normal. We'll take breaks."

Sean was breathless. The syndrome Sean seemed to suffer made him decide it was time for another release. He moved down along the line, pecking every single skin that his lips touched before coming to a stop before the hard shaft that had long been woken up from its slumber. Lifting his face, he said, "Lesson two. Only use your lips. Not your teeth. Try pulling your lips over your teeth and pretend like you're sucking on a popsicle. Understand?" "O-okay," Sean stuttered in a husky voice.

“Don’t you know that it’s rude to stare at people who are eating? Mind your own business, will you?” He was resting the right side of his head on his palm. “Mind your own business,” he said without blinking. “Seriously, why are you staring at me? You’re creeping me out, man.” “Why do you close your eyes when you eat and produce strange sounds? It’s bothering me.” I heaved a sigh. “It’s an involuntary reaction. I’m savoring the moment.” His lips half-smiled. “Well, the same goes with me. I’m savoring the moment.”

I was starving badly, having not eaten anything for over a day. At some point, my consciousness returned only for me to realize Cruz had me watching me all along, looking amused while he barely ate. I had never seen him look like that. "Keep eating." He said and I just had to regain my composure, then I started eating properly. "Actually..." I spoke with my mouth stuffed with food. "Finish chewing before saying anything." He cautioned calmly, he was not eating too. Impatiently, I chewed on the food and then swallowed it, grabbed one of the glasses of water on the table and gulped it down.

Close enough that his cologne filled my nose again. I kept talking to fill the silence. Telling him how to stop this from happening again. What foods help muscles recover. How to warm up the right way. Normal coaching stuff. But in the middle of my sentence, I felt it. His eyes. On my mouth. I looked up. He was watching my lips. Following every word I said, but not hearing any of them. His gaze was stuck on my mouth like nothing else mattered. My voice died off. "Mark." "Hmm?" His eyes didn't move.

I watched his mouth form perfectly enunciated words and felt like I was watching a very dull television programme with the sound off. At some point, someone made a speech. I saw their lips move, saw polite laughter ripple around the room. I didn’t hear a word. My personal sound system was still playing that high-pitched tone of pure humiliation on a loop. When dinner was served, I ate mechanically. It was something to occupy my mouth so I wouldn’t be expected to make small talk, so I wouldn’t accidentally open my mouth and let out a sound that was half-sob, half-hysterical laughter.