Dilly Dally, Shilly Shally. I am everything and nothing at the same time. I am the knight in shining armor, here to save the damsel in distress. The distressing part? Underneath my helm, I'm the dragon, too. President and CEO of The Free Big Tits Movement.
Because My Inbox Can’t Handle What Me And Tia Are Discussing
I wish I could describe to you guys the feeling excitement sheer joy I get when I perform cunnilingus.
Also known as my favorite thing to do.
Just like writing, just like cooking, there’s an art to doing it. I’m not saying I’m the best in the world at doing it… but the basic and intermediate skills I’ve got down pat. Accordingly, the advanced levels varies by each woman. Any man that says he knows EXACTLY what to do right out the gate is LYING, because he doesn’t know your body. Some women, clitoral stimulation is where it’s at; others, it’s the penetration of your tongue.
Anyway.
(TMI and Spoiler Alerts ahead!)
I love it. The anticipation of seeing my woman wondering why my kisses are getting lower and lower. The light bulb of realization that I’m going down there. The slow tease of pulling her pants/drawers/boyshorts/thongs off. Not directly attacking the yoni, but slow kisses starting from the ankles on up. Reaching the middle part of her thighs and licking them. That shiver that she gets. Kissing the labia majora, both sides, not even paying attention to the throbbing of the clitoris. Seeing her vagina BREATHE with baited breath, waiting on the first bit of contact. Spreading the labia majora and licking softly the labia minora.
Then, after all that teasing, finally, the underside of my tongue makes contact with the clitoris. The flicker of my tongue, the way I use my top lip to pin it, make it not move, make it stand and take it.
MAN.
Having her wrap her thighs around my head, crossing her ankles. Her hand on my head. I tease. Slow. Fast. Fast. Slow. Stop. Go. Go. Stop. Then make that motherfucker hammer time. © Big Sean
Then I find THE SPOT. There’s a spot between the 12 and 1 o’clock position where…
Mmm. I’m giving away secrets. Never mind.
But yeah. I love it. 20 minutes and we’re ready to start the race.
Or I’m ready to leave her on the bed while I go do something else.
What? It’s not all about me. I don’t have to be pleased every time out, that’s not the point. I eat pussy because I enjoy it, not because I want something in return.
Tune in next week when I talk about my major weakness. Surprisingly, it’s not breasts.
It’s face sitting.
