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.