
I’ve waxed lyrical on many occasions about my love of this particular activity. During those periods where I am without a regular sex partner, it is probably the thing I miss more than anything else. From the very first time I tasted it, I have been hooked on the flavour of a woman’s most essential essence.

Cunnilingus is one of those activities that plays either directly, or in directly on all of the senses. There is, quite obviously the taste and the way it changes, getting richer as her arousal builds, peaking as she reaches climax. So combined with taste is the scent of her; so impossible to avoid breathing in as my tongue explores every fold of her cunt. Then there are the sounds she makes as my tongue works it magic on her, the sighs, the soft whimpers that slowly build into longer, deeper moans of pleasure as the intensity builds. Then there is touch,combined with vision. Watching and feeling her body respond to my tongue and lips. The hand on the back of my head, the pressing of her thighs, the involuntary spasms and twitches as the sensations take over and she surrenders to them.

I’m not sure if it qualifies as a vice, but it is certainly and activity that I love to indulge in. There is something inherently rewarding in the knowledge that such a simple action on my part; that doing something I enjoy so much can cause so much pleasure, can create such intense arousal.
As someone who derives so much of their own pleasure from the pleasure of their partner, cunnilingus is definitely at the top of my “things to do” list.
KW
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