An in-depth look at the mind of a man during the act of cunnilingus. Note: The goal is to allow women a window into the mind of a man — so that you, the female reader, may partake in the thought pattern of somebody, male or female, going down on you. I especially explore the thoughts that come to us during the moment while the act is taking place. So, I suggest that you settle in, ladies. This one is for the ages. Hey Ladies. This one is all about eating pussy, also known as cunnilingus for Dr.
Now I have heard once or twice in the backchannels of the sin-ternet that some of you ladies like this feeling of having your tender little lady bits licked, kissed, and sucked. Personally, my feelings about going down on a girl are this: I think that I actually may enjoy this more than any other singular act in the sexual experience, besides actual penis-inside-vagina penetration ew, that sounded medical , and even that comparison to sex is a close one.
Yes, I like it over anal. Over fingering. Over making a woman squirt. Yes, over digging her out all the way back to her cervix.
Over toys. Over bondage. Over a lot. Over so many other things. Now next is where I will explain, in vivid detail, as to why this is the case. You ladies get a front row seat into what most of your men have never told you about what happens in the mind of a man when we go down on you. Hey, at least we build stuff, right? Anyways, specifically, I explain my passion during these moments.
How I think it should be done if it is to be done right. This is by far the most detailed I have ever written about eating a woman, and I have written a lot about eating pussy.
So, pull up a chair ladies, prop those legs up like I know you do, and slide those panties aside. What, not wearing any? Good girl — one step ahead of me. Precisely what I am asking? I want you to get wet, and when you get wet, I want you to explore yourself.
When you explore, I want you to do it until it feels really good. Then more. Then harder. Then wetter. Like always, as your partner, I will dance with you, princess, and bounce back and forth along the stage as I lift you up while I tell you my story in the first, second, and sometimes the third person. Our Minds. The internal emotions that a man experiences while doing this act are so intimate and inwardly animalistic, yet personal, that they are just not replicated elsewhere.
This mental state I experience as I rest my face between your legs, Kitten, and devour your sweet wet pussy — it is just so raw and personal. To understand this, consider the act of penetration. When I am fucking you, I am staring you right in the eyes, and that is a big part of the draw of sex itself. It is part of why sex is so amazing — because we connect on a very intimate and personal level through what we are not saying.
During that time — while my hard cock is up inside you — there is a sense of closeness which we develop together, through our nonverbal communication, and our passion is at the highest peak.
The bond we share is never greater than when I am inside my girl; I look right into her eyes, as the orgasms take hold. No moment in our relationship will we ever be closer than in this singular moment. This one is about eating P ussy sorry again, tea partiers.
The inverse of eating a woman, communication-wise, is fingering, which is ironic. When holding you by the neck or torso down to the bed, pressing my weight into you, and going for broke as you orgasm and squirt. When this happens, I am just flat out owning you. Those orgasms are mine and they never were yours. They are forced — you are just along for the ride while I exert my dominion over you. You are a good little submissive, just riding the wave off into the endorphin-laden sunset. These are special ones too — but in a completely different way.
But when eating pussy, it is just different and far more personal, within yourself. When, I am on my knees and you lean back, and I lift your legs into position, and you close your eyes, and you anticipate what is to come…. Well — the mental state I am in during this moment is unique and rare. When all I see is your most vulnerable image — your wet little kitty staring right back at me and I know I have the skill and knowledge and ambition to make your world come crashing down.
I look right at your kitty — as your face is out of view. It is just me and your pussy now. She, being you. This is why it is so personal. Because it is you and yourself — for moments — in some ways like masturbation, in that it is sexual but there is a small thing happening while you are just not communicating with the person you are servicing.
The Importance of Doing It Right. When you hear her moans and feel her hips wiggling, and know that she cannot control herself, and she bucks and puts her hands down and moves and twists and turns. I fuckin love it.
I am wrecking this girl and she is falling apart. Just a little more. Just a bit. Just a bit more. I need another! The power exchange that takes place at this moment — when you wreck a woman with half a dozen orgasms — is addicting like nothing else.
Her pussy has not even been filled yet and you already made her whole week. Or her hole weak. I guess both. Nevertheless, you just solidified your standing in her mind — forever. I think she will forgive you. No matter what happens after this — you will never be just a footnote.
You are now the gold standard. The benchmark. My internal voice inside during these moments is akin to a fuck yeah-esque high-fiving my ego, id, superego and those two little fuckers on my shoulders.
This personal monologue is built up of inward statements to myself yet outwardly disguised as profoundly aggressive licks and sucks. The magic is that I am having this inward discussion while still aggressively servicing her, but using her most sacred, most personal, most private, and most protected body part.
It is an aggressive meditation I find myself in. An angry, passionate zen. No doubt it is bliss for her — but for me, it is like ego therapy. I have this exchange of sentiments through a rage translator internally, and in essence, there is a bond formed between me and my girl, when I eat her right, and yes ladies — right is the only way I do it.
Me, essentially submitting a side of myself to her, and in a way, it looks almost like I, as the dominant man, have become somewhat sub in the process. But in reality, I am just fucking the bejesus out of your soul , with my lips, spit, tongue and beard until I make you fold like a deck of cards. Eating pussy is as masculine as anything a man will ever do in his entire life.
Regarding communication, a special moment happens when she looks down and I am looking up — and our eyes meet. This is the exception to the rule moment. This is the shared — not personal — moment of communication.
It is just one more way I can control her like a marionette. So you dance for me, little puppet. Just dance now. To do it well, you have to love it. You have to lose your fucking mind and go full beast mode.
Lose yourself like an Eminem song. Embrace every single aspect of it all. I love it all. I love the angle of eye contact. I love the scent.