Drink from the Cup

Z & Marianne wrote about cunnilingus. Z intimated that it’s not something popular amongst bloggers – which surprised me, as it’s something I rarely exclude from any writing, and it’s often the main event.

Marianne, on the other hand, was talking about the change in viewpoint to accept that at times she can just be pleasured, without having it ’spoilt’, by the (self-imposed) feeling of need/desire/duty to follow it by resiprocating the oral sex. It seems she has found enlightenment.

I long to put the goblet to my mouth and taste, it’s my favourite and most intimate activity, and what I most miss about sexual contact (far more than penetrative fucking). The view up across the body of a beautiful woman, viewed from between her thighs, whilst gently nibbling her labia or delving into her hood with the tip of a tongue is just the mot delicious thing.

But since I entered this other world I am also intrigued by the phenomenum of women not only willing to fellate, but keen, enthusiastic – even desperate – to take a man’s cock in their mouth. This is new to me; I’ve historically always been the pleasurer, endeavouring to bring a partner to a starry-eyed climax, and enjoying every second of it. The suggestion that I really could lie back and just take the lips around my shaft, without feeling a need to pleasure the lips’ owner, is a new one to me, and something I don’t quite feel comfortable with yet (which is academic until such time I’m in a scenario to have such a dilemma – but, nonetheless…). Do they really exist? Or is it just erotic fantasy which imbues them with a taste and desire for cock. I’ve not had lips around my shaft this century, and have only ever come in a woman’s mouth just once – so it just sounds too good to be true.

I suppose it shows why this place is so good, so liberating, so exciting. To communicate with others who feel similarly driven for sex, satisfaction, pleasure and gratifcation makes me realise that I am not the pervert my wife would suggest, but merely a man with a strong – yet unsated – libido.

I await the day when I move from word to physicality with glee – both to unleash the pleasures of my unstoppable tongue onto the women who want it, and also to partake of selfish pleasure – revelling in the enlightenment that sometimes to be satisfied can give satisfaction.