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One Man’s Perspective: Eating Pussy

Note: I wanted to put out a series of posts that follow a similar theme, which basically provide women with a personal view into the mind of a man on a series of topics. To allow you to understand what is going through our heads, as men, or at least my head, on certain very intimate concepts, like fingering, eating pussy, penetration, et cetera. Especially, those thoughts explored while it is taking place. These will be tagged #one mans perspective . 

So, I suggest that you settle in ladies. This one is for the ages.

-TRD

Hey Ladies. This one is all about eating pussy, so let’s get this party started. 

Now I have heard that some of you ladies like this feeling of having your tender little lady bits licked, kissed, and sucked. I suspect that most of you have a wide array of stories, ranging from “this guy never found my clit” to “oh, that’s what this is supposed to feel like” to “holy fucking shit this is the best fucking thing in the fucking world! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!”

Personally, my feelings about “going down” on a girl are this: I think that I actually may enjoy this more than any singular act in the sexual experience, besides actual penis-inside-vagina penetration, and even that comparison is a close one.

Yes, over anal. Over fingering. Over making a woman squirt. Over receiving a blowjob, and that one is easy. Over digging her out all the way back to her cervix. Over fingering just at her G spot, doing the “come here”, and watching her writhe and buck until she cums. Over toys. Over bondage. Over so many other things.

You name it. Whatever it is, most likely I would rather eat me some pussy. 

Now next is where I will explain, in vivid detail, as to “why” this is the case. You ladies get a front row seat into what most of your men have never told you about what happens in the mind of a man when we go down on you. What actually takes place, in my mind specifically, and with my passion during these moments. I’ll talk about what I think. How I think it should be done. This is the most detailed I have ever written about eating a woman.

So, pull up a chair, prop those legs up, and slide those panties down Miss. Not wearing any? Good girl.

You know exactly what I am asking for right now, don’t you? Precisely what I am asking? No?

I want you to get wet. When you get wet, I want you to explore yourself. When you explore, I want you to do it until it feels really good. Then more. Then harder. Then wetter.

Then cum.

Like always, I will dance with you, Miss Tumblr, and bounce back and forth along the stage as I lift you up while I tell you my story in the first, second, and sometimes third person. 

And so, it goes… 

Our Minds. There is a something so visceral about eating a woman’s pussy that happens when I taste you, Miss. The internal emotions a man experiences while doing this act are so intimate and inwardly animalistic, yet personal, that is just not replicated elsewhere. 

This mental state I experience as I rest my face between your legs, Kitten, and devour your sweet wet pussy – it is just so raw and personal.

What I mean by “personal” is this – it is uniquely intimate, because it is between me and myself, for many of the moments throughout the act of me devouring you. 

To understand this, consider the act of penetration.  When I am fucking you, I am staring you right in the eyes, and that is a big part of the draw of sex itself. It is part of why sex is so amazing. This time – while my hard cock is up inside you – there is a sense of closeness which we develop together, through our nonverbal communication, and our passion is at the highest peak.  

The bond we share is never greater than when I am inside my girl, I look right into her eyes, as the orgasms take hold. No moment in our relationship are we closer than in this singular moment. But, before I talk too much about that, let’s not forget, that fucking is for the next post in the series, not this one. This one is about eating pussy.

The last post in this series was on fingering, which ironically is the inverse type of sexual communication. When holding you by the neck down to the bed. When I finger you, and you squirt everywhere, I am just flat out “owning you”, Kitten. 

Your orgasms are mine. They are forced. You are just along for the ride and I am exerting my dominion over you. You are good little submissive and just riding the wave. This is special too, but in a completely different way. 

But when eating pussy. When, I am on my knees, and you lean back, and I lift your legs into position, and you close your eyes, and you anticipate what is to come… 

Well. That mental state I am in is unique and rare. This moment, it just me and your pussy. When all I see is your most vulnerable image. 

I look right at your Kitty as your face is out of my view. 

It is just me – and your pussy. 

She is “up there” somewhere.

This is why it is so personal. Because it is you and yourself, “for moments”. 

The Importance of Doing It Right.  Above I say, “for moments”, because when you dive in and you prove your worth, you bring your girl who is “up there” right into the experience with you “down here” and you accomplish this very thing by “doing it right.”

When you hear her moans and feel her hips wiggling, and know that she cannot control herself, and she bucks and puts her hands down and moves and twists and turns, OMG! I fuckin love it. I am wrecking this girl and she is falling apart. 

Just a little more. Just a bit. Just a bit more. Just…a… 

…and then she cums.

“God yes. I need another!”, you tell yourelf, so you double down on her and make this pussy your bitch.

The power exchange that takes place in this moment – when you wreck a woman with half a dozen orgasms – it is addicting like nothing else.

You make every man before you look like pathetic losers as what seems like countless orgasms rock her and you haven’t even unbuckled your jeans yet. Her pussy has not even been filled yet and you already made her week. Weak. 

You solidify your standing in her mind – forever. 

No matter what happens after this – you will never be just a footnote. Ever. You are now the gold standard.

Sabotage & The Ill Communication.  My internal voice is akin to a “fuck yeah”-esque personal monologue. This inner monologue is built up of inward statements to myself yet outwardly disguised as profoundly aggressive licks and sucks. That monologue, I have is one that I have with myself, although I am using a woman’s most private and protected body parts to express myself. 

It is an aggressive meditation. Angry Zen.

I have this exchange of sentiments through a passion translator internally, and in essence, there is a bond formed between me and my girl, when I eat her pussy. 

Me, essentially submitting a side of myself to her, and in one way, it looks almost like I, as the man, have become somewhat submissive. But in reality, I am just “fucking the bejesus out of your soul”, with my lips, spit, tongue and beard until your fold like a deck of cards.

Nothing could be more masculine and dominant than to sabotage your woman in an orgasmic overload – with your fuckin’ face.

A special moment happens – when she looks down – and I am looking up – and our eyes meet. This is that “exception to the rule” moment. 

That “shared”, not personal, communication. “Do I laugh? Wink?”. I kind of want to laugh a little, then devour her and see if I steal her ability to find humor in this moment. It is just one more way I can control her like a marionette. Dance for me, little puppet. Just dance now.

Full Beast Mode & You Have to Love It.  To do it well, you have to love it. You have to lose your fucking mind and go full beast mode. Lose yourself like an Eminem song. Commit. Embrace every single aspect of it all. 

I love it all. I love the angle of eye contact. I love the scent. I love the taste. Love the moans. I love the orgasms. Goddamn, I love the orgasms.

Orgasm after orgasm happening inches from your eyes, with me wrapping my arms around your legs, Kitten, as you wrap those legs around my head. You are flipping the fuck out because goddamn it, I am just too good at this shit. You try and scoot away, but I am stronger than you, darling, and so I pull you right back towards me, and force some more mouth-delivered orgasms upon you.

You try and stay still, attempting to maintain some semblance of composure, all the while I am smiling with my eyes because I know your ability to control your own body right now is shot.  

This just feels too damn amazing and as you try to scoot away, I just keep rocking you to your core. Your palms push down at anything and everything, but as a man, I see these signs and interpret them like a good grade on a term paper. Vindication to continue my methodology, so I dive a little deeper and make you suffer in bliss a little harder.

Fuck I love this.

And by God, I love the fact that I know when a woman has me between her legs, that she is in for an experience like she has never known, unless of course, she is one very lucky girl. I know my cock is not ten inches. My body is not carved out of wood. I will never be the tallest or most handsome man a woman has ever been with. 

I have plenty of flaws. 

But eating pussy isn’t one of them. I can go down on a woman like a fucking all-star and rip a dozen orgasms, in succession, out of a girl if I am so inclined to do so. Very few men can do that and I am well-aware of it. I can use this knowledge to gain access to whatever I want.

So What’cha Want. Why do so many guys suck at this? A lot of reasons, I guess. I would put most of it on men, since it is their fucking mouths that need to be active. I didn’t learn because a girl told me how – I learned because I wanted it bad enough. 

Still though, women tend to suck at expressing themselves here, which is understandable, to a point. Women rarely, if ever, tell you what they really like and how they like it. Why? Because they are too nice. Because they don’t want to send the message that “you are kind of lame at eating pussy.” Same reason guys don’t tell you “hey toots, maybe you shouldn’t be so proud of your mediocre blowjob skills.” 

Communication is kind of important, ladies. It is that simple.

Rhymin’ & Stealin’, otherwise known as…All Hands On Deck. Eating pussy should incorporate the G Spot or you are limiting your options. 

To do that, you need your fingers inside her. To me, as soon as I spend a decent amount of time just enjoying some deliciousness, it’s always nice to a shock the fuck out of her after a few minutes of straight oral but filling one or both holes with some finger love. 

Wait til she is not expecting it and then surprise her with it – like you are stealin’ it. Go for the G while your clit is worked up and then drive home two orgasms at one. 

Slip a finger in the back door too, or dig her out back to the cervix, and she is doing backflips and would kill somebody for your cock right about now. 

This is such an easy thing to do and it blows me away that it is not standard, each and every time. Cervix, G spot, and ass all within reach as you suck that pink bean, even squeezing those tits, and you can pretty much make any woman fall apart in a few minutes.

The New Style & Professor Booty. What the fuck is it with people thinking you have to have foreplay before sex? Why not, “eat her wet?” 

Fuck her, stop, eat her pussy, fuck her some more, then eat her, then fuck her. You will send her into the stratosphere. 

A sopping wet beating pussy getting a mouth on it? She will want to introduce you to her parents when this shit is done.

Also, the booty. Ass-to-clit is the area you should consider when you are “eating her pussy”. The clit is the lynchpin but there is a fucking lot more to keep going. Keep it all going, simultaneously of possible – clit, G spot, rosebud, and lips.

Everything you can make go crazy – make it go crazy.

No Sleep Till Brooklyn. This shit should be obvious but apparently it has to be said again, and again, and again. If she is a girl who can achieve an orgasm – you do not stop – under any circumstances – until she cums.

At least once. No matter what. 

If you can, you have to make her cum.

Have to.

Sex is so much better afterwards.

Fight for Your Right…to eat pussy.  Yeah. I am going to talk a little about (a) smells and (b) hair, so I guess, you can deal with it or just cover your ears. You want to know what guys think? Well. This is what I think.

I’ll be brief. So many women have such strong opinions on “bald” vs “landing strip” vs “o natural”, and guess what – most guys don’t really give a fuck that much – provided certain requirements exist. 

What we care about is two things – don’t be rancid and if you want our mouth on your pussy, at least do us the courtesy of mowing the lawn “enough” so that we are not stopping to dig pubes out of our mouth. That’s it. Trim it, shave it, whatever – each guy is different – nobody wants rotten or a hair sandwich. Be clean. That is it.

To be clear – a natural scent is sexy as fuck, so don’t get hung up on that. Boys, not men, make a fuss about that. I fucking love it.

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