From Wikipedia: Cunnilingus is an oral sex act performed by a person on a female’s genitalia (the clitoris, other parts of the vulva or the vagina). The clitoris is the most sexually sensitive part of the human female genitalia, and its stimulation may result in female sexual arousal or orgasm. Cunnilingus can be sexually arousing for participants, and may be performed by a sexual partner as foreplay to incite sexual arousal before other sexual activities (such as vaginal or anal intercourse), or as an erotic and physically intimate act on its own. Like most forms of sexual activity, oral sex can be a risk for contracting sexually transmitted infections (STIs/STDs). However, the transmission risk for oral sex, especially HIV transmission, is significantly lower than for vaginal or anal sex.

Anyone who has been following this blog for some time knows that one of the labels I use to describe myself is: bisexual. There are some posts that mention my desire to have a girlfriend, a woman I feel at ease with, who will value keeping in contact and seeing each other frequently just as much as I do. And of course, a woman with whom I can share sexual adventures with both of us feeling totally at ease with each other.

Being bisexual and having had sexual encounters both with men and women, means I have experienced both sides of cunnilingus: giving and receiving.

Giving

From my teenage years I knew that women interested me as much as me. However, I was 26 before I had my first sexual encounter with a woman.

(Okay, that’s if you forget about my childish attempt when I was 10 to suck my friend’s pussy.)

The woman I had my first sexual encounter with was married, and I was involved with her husband too. No matter how bad the relationship became during the nine months I was with them (read: abuse), I have to be thankful to her for making me feel at ease with my desires and confident enough to be with a woman. I cannot say that she taught me how to perform cunnilingus, because that was something that came naturally. The moment my mouth touched her pussy for the first time, I knew that it was right, that it was what I wanted. There were other women too back then and then, for years, there were no one. Until a couple of years ago. I remember every single woman I have been with and can even remember how some of those of more than 20 years ago tasted or felt against my lips.

I tend to watch the woman’s reactions, to see if what I am doing feels good, if she needs more, or less. Should I suck a bit less and lick a bit more? Does she like it when I flick my tongue over her clitoris? I look at her face, watch her reactions as I changed from licking to sucking or just kissing her soft bits. I look at her pussy and see the similarities and differences to my own. Depending on her reactions I know whether my mouth would be enough to bring her to an orgasm, or whether I might have to use my fingers or reach for a toy. No matter what, there is nothing as rewarding as seeing the woman reach her climax and at the same time tasting her on my lips.

Receiving

I close my eyes and I see Master T’s face between my legs, feel his warm breath on my pussy and then his warm tongue touching my clitoris. Flicking over it. Drawing a small circle around it. Sucking it in between his lips and even lightly grazing it with his teeth. His tongue moves down one side of my pussy and then back up to my clitoris. He teases me, knows exactly where to touch, when to lick and when to suck. Soon he pushes against my legs to spread them wider and open me up for him. His mouth closes over my pussy. His tongue pushes into me, savoring my juices on his tongue. He moves from my pussy to my clitoris and back. Licking and sucking my clitoris, fucking my pussy with his tongue. He knows me very well, knows that I very rarely climax from only cunnilingus. I need more and mostly I get more. He pushes his fingers into my pussy while his mouth is on my clitoris. Finger-fucking me and sucking that tiny piece of throbbing flesh between my legs, he brings me to an orgasm.

Master T is not the only one who has tasted my pussy in the last couple of years. There have been more. Men and women. It’s different to be sucked by a woman. Where Master T knows exactly what I like because of us being together for 13 years, a woman mostly instinctively knows what another woman likes. Granted, not every woman likes the same things, but since we mostly know the anatomy of another woman and we know how it feels when you lick or suck the other, you can pretty much get the other woman quite excited and maybe even to an orgasm.

I love feeling the mouth of a woman on my pussy. It’s not only for the feeling itself, but also being able to be with a woman, to please a woman and have her please me. The feeling is different. Softer somehow, tender and loving. When she gently runs her tongue over my clitoris I feel butterflies in my tummy, literally. Her warm breathing and soft licking is a combination that starts building my orgasm – an orgasm that frequently becomes a fact when her fingers slips into me.

Very recently I was with a lovely woman. It was our first time together and sex was not a must, but we definitely both wanted it. We didn’t get to it, but we both knew that the next time we might (read: we will). We were out for photo’s and in one of them she kneeled between my legs. I was on my back, legs spread, pussy bear. She posed for the photos in the most natural way and it was just as natural for her to lower her face to my crotch. What I didn’t expect at that moment was to feel her tongue touching my clitoris, but it did. I sighed loudly, making the four of us laugh. Looking down at her, there between my legs, we smiled at each other and a surge of intense fondness raced through my body. I sat up and hugged her tight, kissed her.

God, I can hardly wait for the next time!

© Rebel’s Notes

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