Cunnilingus


Wicked WednesdayI can’t actually remember what prompted me to go down on girl for the first time. I just remember that, at some point, I found myself face down between the legs of the girl in question and my tongue was lapping her cunt. I wouldn’t describe myself as having an addictive disposition, but with that first taste, I was hooked.

I loved the rich flavour of her juices; but more than that, I loved her reaction. I’d made her cum before using my fingers, but this was something different. I suspect it was the novelty of the experience more than my technique.  Let’s be honest, I hadn’t a clue what I was supposed to do; but whatever I was doing, she was enjoying it. Her hand was in my hair, pulling me towards her and, after the initial shock had worn off, she started letting me know which combination of speed, pressure and location worked for her. When I added a finger or two into the mix, she came so hard and so violently, I ended up (I discovered later) with bruises in the small of my back where her heels had dug into me.

The Oral Sex ProjectThirty odd years, and quite a few partners later, it is still something that I enjoy, and savour. It is fair to say that cunnilingus is one of, if not my actual, favourite sexual activities. In a recent post, I described myself as a sensualist; I am someone for whom my enjoyment of sex is enhanced by the interactions with my senses. When it comes to sex, for me at least, cunnilingus is very much a full sensory experience.

First there is the sight. The seeing my partner lying there, opened up for me. Seeing her moisture glisten on her labia, which are, themselves, pink and inflamed. It’s seeing the small movements, the involuntary flinches as I lick her.

Then there is the sound. The sound of my tongue as it laps against her. The sounds of my fingers inside her cunt as they assist my mouth with its task. The sounds of her breathing, her moans and sighs as her pleasure grows and her orgasm first approaches and then ignites.

There is touch. The texture of her most sensitive flesh against my tongue. The wetness of her cunt around my fingers. The pressure of her thighs against the sides of my face and her hand on the back of my head, not letting me go as I feast upon her.

Then there is scent. That rich, heady scent of her arousal that I breathe in.

But most of all there is taste. That sweet, rich flavour; so individual to each woman. The way her flavour deepens with her arousal. That sharp, intoxicating change of flavour that tells me when she cums.

For me, when a woman reaches orgasm on the end of my tongue, it is almost like sensory overload. Every sense is involved. Every sense is participating, combining to enhance the experience, building my own enjoyment and pleasure from hers.

Yes, I am a sensualist, and cunnilingus is the greatest all-round “food” for my senses.

ZeN

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  1. Lovely post Zen – When my man goes down on me he goes in so his bum is up my head end rather than his head being between my thighs – if u see what I mean. The only lover I have had that does it that way

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