Helping [M]y Girl[f]riend Learn to Love a Man Eating Her Out

Lauren and I had been dating for a little over 6 months before we crossed this particular bridge. Don’t get me wrong, we had an incredible sex life to that point, certainly from my perspective. We would fuck like rabbits whenever we got the chance, the virility of our early to mid 20’s on full display. She gave great head and enjoyed giving it, swallowed my healthy loads without hesitation, and then worked me back up to full mast before she’d ride me with the artistry and precision of a master craftswoman.

Despite our extremely healthy libidos, Lauren had a bit of a hesitation when it came to me going down on her. A combination of poor prior experiences and unfounded concerns about her hygiene always stopped any of my efforts to return her exquisitely executed favors. Never wanting to make her uncomfortable I wouldn’t push the subject, my desire to taste her was clear but I would never insist on it happening before she was ready.