At this point in my myriad stories I think it’s been made clear that I’m something of an *aficionado* of cunnilingus. I won’t claim to be amazing at it, but I do try to bring as much relish to the experience as I can, which I know is helpful. Women can tell when you’re having fun in the *nether realm* and can **absolutely** tell when you’re looking for the first opportunity to escape, so finding your proverbial bliss when eating a woman out is a pretty firm prerequisite to the experience.
I found my own bliss courtesy of a young and thoroughly insatiable woman who worked at the local paper. She also happened to be the antithesis of everything I am normally attracted to – she was very petite, she came from a rich family, and she was honestly fairly quiet.
But she was also a writer – a poet – and at the time I wasn’t accustomed to meeting with, talking to, and working alongside a woman who was unabashedly better at the craft than I was in almost every respect. It was a very significant attractor for me – I loved the way we would write back and forth, and enjoyed the unique way she’d pen her thoughts.