There is no clitoris on my upper palate. No erogenous zone in the back of my throat. No g-spot on my tongue. No reproductive organs hidden behind my tonsils. In fact, I and I am sure many others have been gifted an anxious pharyngeal reflex. Therefore, why, why do we (alright, I) (and others, I’m sure) still engage in, or even relish (on occasion… or even often or usually) the act of fellatio.
For the giving party, there should be no pleasure to be obtained from such an act. No direct pleasure at least. If the only pleasure is in the pleasing of another, this act must be close to selfless! I must have committed near-selfless acts now an uncountable number of times without giving myself the credit I deserved. Pass the gold star.
But in truth, the act of fellatio is often arousing for the giver (alright, this giver). And if that’s the case, then participating cannot be seen as selfless.
But what makes it arousing?
Thus begin investigations.
As I said at the beginning, no obvious avenue for physical pleasure immediately presents itself.