Why I like going down [MF]

I like it. Cunnilingus. Licking pussy. Eating cunt.

I like going down. I like calling it going down.

Because first we are usually kissing, touching, the pulsing glow of our bodies transitioning into a sexual state. Facing one another, licking and nuzzling and pulling in a way that is deeply intimate and personal and immediate. And we are aware of the miracle that this contact of our mouths and shoulders is activating deep and rolling wells of pleasure in our genitals. And also not aware because such feelings are immediate and outside of the bounds of time and reflection. We’re just making out and inviting our bodies to touch and touching eachother in ways and places that are precious in the sense that they are rare. These are exquisite moments that precede going down, and the act is then that much more fulfilling for it. The foreplay is a part of going down.

And because of all this, going down has the feeling of traveling to a new place. Going down, to a new intimacy and a new pleasure. New vulnerability, doubly vulnerable – hers, of lying exposed and open, accepting and inviting; mine, of surrendering myself to her pleasure, of giving all sexual agency to my tongue and mouth.

I like going down because it does not have to be linear. On the way down I can pause and taste and sample and explore. Kiss her belly, nuzzle the warmth beneath her arm. Suck on her nipple until she moans or breathes with sexual contentment. I can move down and past, finding the soft, most sensitive and responsive spots on her inner thighs, tickling with my nose or beard, pinching with my teeth. I can make my way back slowly, moving from leg to leg with kisses, just over her mound, grazing her lips with my lips or my breath. Until I feel that her wanting of it has reached a certain threshold of urgency, and I can push my warm, wetted tongue against her warmth, her wetness.

Going down engages every nerve ending in my tongue and lips. In her cunt like that, my mouth maps into a level of sensual complexity that I could not comprehend were I using my cock. It is not only the immediate sensory experience – warm, slick, soft – it is the feedback of her body that turns me on the most. The give and settling back of her as she first takes on my mouth. The rolling rise and fall of her hips, in counter rhythm to the circles of my tongue. The grinding into my face as she builds. The subtle weight of a small gush against the tongue. It’s as though all my other senses have turned off, my tongue a conduit for the waves of her pleasure. Like I am a machine coupled with another machine, dedicated to a singular function and purpose, in harmony with something that is also a mystery. Without her direction, her body’s sexy, loving, stimulating messages and responses, I would be lost. Like I am blindfolded at the wheel of a car and I must trust her to give me directions. Trust and intimacy that builds for me as her orgasm builds.

I love feeling a little sad when I feel her cresting, because I know it will be over soon. Or being asked to pause or stop if she’s had enough. And when she comes, and tenses, and relaxes into the bed, and I can lay my head on her thigh and kiss her there. Until, perhaps, she is ready for more.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ko96zh/why_i_like_going_down_mf