Cotton Candy. It's what your mind is made of. So pink and fuzzy and full of air. You have a cotton candy mind, so everything you see is sweet. Right now, there's a lollipop in front of you. It's thick and hard with a shiny pink head. You stare. You drool. You want to lick it. Lick and suck and get all the sugar in your mouth. Your tongue darts out and paints the head as your lips lock around it.
The lollipop twitches in your mouth. Good. That means you're doing a good job. You lick again, a long, slow swirl all the way around. A tiny, clear drop of dew appears on the very tip. Your first taste of sugar. You lap it up greedily. So sweet. It's your favorite flavor. Your mouth waters. Your pussy drips. Each little taste makes your cotton candy mind melt more.
You take all of it into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing. It’s so big. It presses against the back of your throat. Sweet, hard candy filling you up. Your head is so light now, bobbing on your shoulders. So good. Your eyes rolled back. Spit on your chin. Sugar sweetness dripping down your throat.
You feel a tremor run through the hard stick. A deep pulse. The sugar is coming. A hot, thick gush of pure sweetness floods your mouth. So sweet it almost burns, thick and creamy and perfect. You don’t think. You just swallow. A big, happy gulp.
It hits your belly and bursts, a wave of melty bliss that coats your body from head to toe. It races up your back and into your head, dissolving everything.
You pull back, a dumb, happy smile wrapped across your face, proud because you swallowed so well, but your mouth still craves the sweetness. Your cotton candy mind already wants more. Already wondering the next time you can rub and suck and melt it all away again.
