ODE TO CUNNILINGUS

I can hardly remember a time when I didn’t love cunnilingus. Such a wonderful experience of touch and taste and scent stimuli affecting the olfactory nerves. (well, scent and taste can vary in lovableness).
I remember the first time in the back of my Plymouth Duster, I had modified the back part so it was flat enough for rolling around on. She gasped at first (they all gasp at first, I am so rude to cause such a shock to the system) moving and rocking, it was a first for both of us. I remember the shag carpet remnants I had put down scratched my chin. I had just begun to familiarize my face to the shapes my hands had only known to this point when she pulled away. Done, and a ‘I don’t quite know what to think’ thanks.
WE got better at it as time went by. What ever happened to her?

The 69 thing is pretty nice. It takes a lot of concentration and synchronization. Which is difficult when some parts of you need to be relaxed to accept the pleasure. While other parts need to focus on things at hand and mouth. As it goes with these things it’s fun to try from time to time and do a little in the throws of passion but not fun as a regular activity. But then again a she and I never got really serious about it. I suppose having a she on an ongoing basis would lend it’s self to more involved routines.

I am familiar with the basic techniques.
A soft wet tongue licking bottom to top and vice versa.
Clitoral flick, pretty direct, best not to stay right on it but keep coming back.
Same with giving clit a gentle suck. Once or twice, it’s easy to over do.
The tissues just inside are all quite sensitive so a kind of intercourse with the tongue is always a hit.
I wish I could roll my tongue into a tube shape it’s supposed to be nice for clit too.
A really cool trick is to spell out the alphabet with my tongue. ‘Z’ seems to be a favorite as is a lower case ‘q’ with the squiggly thing on the end.
Can’t forget to keep the hands busy. Ladies are a minefield of ‘go’ places.

I try to do my exercises everyday. Stretch the tongue out as far as it will go. Drawing big circles right then left.(6 sets of 10 reps) I’ve got a little tongue barbell type thing to pump a little iron . Actually stamina is more important than strength, so it’s about slow repetitions really (4 sets of 10 reps). Holding a lifesaver in my teeth and making it dissolve is good practice (just one a day, gotta watch the calories). Then with tongue sticking out and flat I work just the tip up, down, right & left (5 sets of 10 reps each direction). Then finish with moving it in and out quickly for about an hour. Hey it’s quite a commitment of time but you never know when that special friend will stop by needing to be relaxed for a big sales meeting or before the kids get home from school. Something like that.

All the time I have spent tuning in to other people’s sensations giving massages gives me a bit of advantage over non-massage giving types. I seem to get all caught up in whatever she is feeling. The more she gives feedback just intensifies it for me. I wish pot didn’t put me inside my own head so much or maybe I just need more practice, it would be even nicer high. Then that kind of empathy is a trademark of the drug ecstasy. Try a new drug at my age, ongepatsht.

They say it’s all about control. I’m not usually a control freak, but I must say I do feel like an outboard motor guiding her to a crash into the shores of orgasm. Or like driving a bus through a minefield of oohs and ahhs and oh-my-gods. The affections of certain women do seem to be elusive so for a little while at least it is nice consolation to have her complete attention. On the other side it is quite an ego buzz to have the face of one so dear bobbing on the end of my nob, all dedicated to my pleasure for a little while at least. This has got to translate in a similar way to women being pleasured this way.
It can be an almost religious experience to polish the doors to heaven with my tongue. Paying some kind of dues or what do they call it? . . ‘tithe’ I think. And after-all, the main difference between spirituality and religion is largely about control and paying in. My own leanings toward Buddhism teach to diminish suffering and despair. A good round of tongue lashing has got to do that.

Trouble is some women don’t care for it. Over done early toilet training, or squeamish about the awful things that come out of there from time to time. Hey they invented vinegar and water for a reason.
Some maybe afraid that paying back the favor would be gross. My little experience along these lines tells me that after the first couple of seconds doing fellatio is mostly boring. Unless you really want to do it right then retraining the gag reflex would take some effort. I don’t worry about it cause my er . . stuff tastes like fresh baked cookies, liquid love as it were. I can hardly keep the stuff (my er . . stuff) on the shelf. If friend “A” doesn't want to return the favor friend “B” and “C” love cookies.
Then again tuning into what she is feeling is what I do. She can do that too the other way around with practice.
There are probably other reasons why not that I am not aware of.
Then again some people don’t like being made to feel special in an orgasmic kinda way.

In conclusion I would just like to say that I don’t always feel like I need to ‘put out’. This varies from day to day and sometimes hour to hour. However if I am in any-kind of a good mood at all I can always enjoy a pink taco. And this is a case where if I have a good time everyone involved has a good time.