Wicked Tongues

Posted on | July 31, 2012 | 5 Comments |

I love cunnilingus. I love having the opportunity for my lips and tongue and chin and nose to discover the secrets of another; and I love to have my legs spread, my cunt open and welcoming of anothers’ teasing face.

There are so many different ways that a mouth can connect themselves with my cunt. And so many partners, each with their own way of connecting with me.

There’s the gentle approach: insidious, determined lapping which erodes my defences. Long and lascivious licks from my perineum, across the labia and up to the clit, then circling and stroking and nuzzling.   Continual contact, laving and stroking until a tidal wave gushes forth and drenches their face.  This approach can go for hours, and the waves keep on coming until we are nothing but a tiny figures in a large, damp, lake.

Then there’s the attack: teeth dragging at my flesh (which I love) - pulling on the outer labia; nipping my clitoral bud; smashing away my defences. An animal toying with its feast, never hard enough to damage, but enough to cause squeals and whimpers. Ignoring the velvety insides of my cunt to worry instead at my clit, my clit, my clit, until I am begging for tongue or fingers or cock or anything to penetrate me as my walls contract around nothing but air.

The enthusiastic approach: tongue plunging in, nose buried in my curls and bumping on my clit. Deep licks as their tongue curls and twists in an attempt to get deeper. Spelunking at its finest, and rewards with trickles of ejaculatory juices as they coax them from me.

The power-exchange: where their approach is not quite as important – they can be gentle, or playful, or enthusiastic, but it’s about the pleasure they are providing for me. Their face is buried in my cunt, their ears blocked as my thighs clench around them. Sudden movements as they resurface for much-needed air. The knowledge that their mouth will be filled with my juices, and they have no option but to swallow and then take more. Knowing that they love it. Knowing that I love it. Both make me come at the thought.

The reunion: when it’s been far too long. Their head is between my legs, but there’s no rush – they use their eyes to remind themselves of how I look; fingers gently prizing me open. Their nose as they inhale my aroma. Fingertips tangling in my pubic hair, and grazing down my clit, my labia, and slowly around and into my cunt. And then – once they have reminded themselves of all of that – then they lower their mouth, gently reconnect. And we come back together, full circle.

How do you like your cunnilingus? What’s your approach? Give or receive? Take it, or make a gift of it? Tell me of your desires, your tricks, your journey of cunt and mouth together.

Originally posted March 2010.

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5 Responses to “Wicked Tongues”

  1. Admirer
    August 1st, 2012 @ 2:17 am

    All cunts are different. Although they are all cunts, they all have differences: big or brief hoods, enormous or tiny clits, exuberant creases and folds or very few, bald or with enough fur to fool a beaver, some have the grip of a giant clam while others lack muscle tone, some get well lubed just from anticipation and others take genuine priming to get there, and like chocolate, they all smell and taste recognizably the same, yet there as many differences as there are women.

    I like to lick lightly all around, and I prefer a bush to pussy stubble. Recently waxed is better than freshly shaved long enough ago for stubble to have appeared. I like to pull back the hood and expose the little revolutionary Maoist. I like to dip my tongue long enough to tease her, to make sure that she is dripping wet. I don’t enjoy a mouthful from a gusher; instead, I prefer to use my fingers to alternately

  2. Admirer
    August 1st, 2012 @ 2:28 am

    I was writing that I prefer to use my fingers to alternately attack the clit and the A-spot to coax dozens of major, whole body, convulsing orgasms. It’s easier to use the A-spot for that the clit, but all women need a little variety. Nevertheless, after losing count of the number of orgasms, all the women I have treated thus eventually beg for complete penetration. I like to start slowly and to finish with a strong, rough, hard, merciless pounding to bring forth one more orgasm. After that one, most women beg their male lover’s climax.

  3. Carol Anne Caiafa
    August 1st, 2012 @ 7:28 pm

    There’s only one way, of course, if ever I find Her…

    However. SHE. Wants. It.

    <333

  4. Some Chilean Woman
    August 3rd, 2012 @ 2:55 pm

    I don’t care how I get it, just thankful when I actually DO get it! :(

  5. Dee
    August 6th, 2012 @ 8:26 am

    Admirer, you really are an admirer – thank you so much for your comments.

    Carol Anne, one of the things I’ve learned with having different lovers is that each way is as valuable and as erotic as the other – provided it is, indeed, the way she wants it to be.

    SCW, I’m right there with you! It’s been far, far too long since I’ve had the pleasure …

    xx Dee


  

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