I love pussy. Pussy satisfies all five senses. I love the look of pussy. I love the scent of pussy. I love the taste of pussy. I love the feel of pussy. I love the sound of my interaction with pussy.
It starts with sight—what it looks like. Not all pussies look the same. Of course, if it is not shaven, there is a nice patch—that visual patch of maturity—obscuring somewhat the underlying treasure. Should it be nicely trimmed, you might get to view the best of both worlds. Being shaven, everything is not so hidden—but something is hidden. Female genitalia are not out there like a male’s. On the surface, is a simple crack or slit—a couple of glorious folds of flesh marking the entrance. Some women have pronounced inner lips that escape these folds, and that is nice, too. When she spreads her thighs wider, she reveals her pink blossom as her inner lips become more visible.
As you move your face closer, you can smell her fragrance—that spellbinding fragrance of womanhood. There is nothing quite like it, and you are attracted to it.
Nuzzling your mouth between her inner lips, you taste her pussy with your tongue—all the while breathing in her scent.
You feel the moisture of her pussy as it beckons you to pleasure it. You feel the soft petals of her inner lips and the slickness.
Your tongue slurps her pussy, and you revel in the sound, perhaps waiting to travel up to her clit to bring her to orgasm and hear her moans of desire and pleasure.
The clit is the star of the show, but it isn’t the only show around. It wants your attention, but not too fast and not too much. Tease it. Be gentle. Take your time. You don’t want it to end too quickly. Slow broad strokes alternating with your pointed tongue, and returning to taste of her well. Take her clit between your lips, and suck on it lightly, creating a vacuum. Relax. Enjoy. Breathe. This is Zen.
When she starts to tense up to cum, don’t lose your rhythm—keep doing what you did to get her this far. Let her guide her hips under your skillful tongue. Let her guide herself to orgasm. You will be rewarded by her free flowing juices. Enjoy.
This might be one scenario. It is not the only one. Remember her clit. It should be a recurring theme in cunnilingus, but tease her labia first. Enjoy her entire body. Enjoy the rest of her pussy, but once you get going, spend most of your time on her clit. Mix it up a bit.
Much time is given to finding a woman’s g-spot. I have never found one. I have never personally known a woman who has found one. I have known several women who have looked high and low for their own g-spots. Nothing. If your woman has a g-spot and knows how to activate it, that’s great. If not, don’t worry about it. I also know of another woman obsessed with female ejaculation. She had heard about it, and seen it in porn films, but she can’t do it herself. This disappoints her. To add insult to injury, she has a boyfriend who insists she should be able to do this. If this is you, stop worrying about it. It is not important. I have never been with a woman who claims to be able to do this either.
Pussies are all different. If you have one, enjoy it. If you have access to one, enjoy it. Talk to its owner. It doesn’t come with a manual. Keep that pussy happy, and it will keep its owner happy; if it’s owner it happy, she will keep you happy.
Now I know this is off the topic of eatting pussy, but it is on the topic of pussy. I know I have mentioned this before, but my wife has the most wonderful pussy. It is a perfect pussy specimen. I don’t know if she realises it. I think she thinks it is just a line when I tell her this, but it is true. It is warm and welcoming as most are, but it is perfectly accomodating for my cock. Mostly, it is about the shape—her pubic mound, the way he labia minora hide from view until she spreads her legs. It is not too loose—like a couple women I can think of—, and it is not too short—like my first wife’s pussy. It is sometimes nice and snug, and sometimes loose, which happens always at just the right time. Of course, she keeps it shaven—almost one a month. She doesn’t shave it often enough for my taste, but when she does shave and shares it with me, it is always blissful. Of course, sharing is caring.
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