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This started out to be a "How To" essay but I ran into trouble almost immediately. Men, and more specifically, how they like their blowjobs, are like snowflakes and fingerprints. They are all different. It was just too daunting to write a one-size-fits-all description of how to please all men orally. I am not qualified for that. However, after more than 30 years of marriage, I am the world's foremost authority on how to please my husband! So if you ever get that opportunity (which I doubt), you'll need this invaluable knowledge.
As it turns out, going down on my husband doesn't start with me going down on my husband. It starts with him going down on me! Feeling him work his magic on me gets my mind racing with images and thoughts of what will happen next. He builds me to a frenzied pitch. When his tongue circles my clit, it's not too fast but it is firm and deliberate. It drives me wild when he goes from that to licking my lips and sucking them into his mouth with gentle tugs. It feels so sexy when I can feel is mouth sliding all over me and I know that it is because I am getting him wetter with my juices. It's wonderful when I feel his tongue slip into me and tickle me internally. I try to clench down in an attempt to draw his tongue in deeper but it is useless. I just end up more anxious to climax and that gets his face even wetter.
Frankly, I like that. I find it wonderfully erotic to get so excited that every impulse gets us me wetter and that is exactly what he wants. I like that he likes licking and sucking on my slippery flesh and tasting me. He craves me. He can't get enough of me. He wants me and wants to please me. That man just truly loves my pussy, the way to looks, the way it feels, and most of all, the way it tastes. How wonderful is that! How can that not make a woman feel great!
At this point I am nearing my climax but I need more than his tongue. I am desperate to feel something more inside of me. I need to feel his cock deep inside me and fill me like his tongue could never do but I don't want him to stop. It feels too good. I am so close to coming. The dancing of his tongue around my clit has brought me to the edge! To stop now would be terrible! I need him to keep going! Just like that! Just like that!
And over the edge I go. I hold his head and press his face between my legs. I can feel his tongue slip into me to enjoy the full spasmodic furry of my orgasm. I can tell that I am coming on his face. Everything is even more slippery than before. I can hear how wet I have made us both. The scent of my orgasm is strong. It envelops and intoxicates us. We love the taste, feel, and smell of sex.
After all these years of experience, he knows exactly what to do and when. He knows exactly when to leave me. Not too soon or my orgasm will sputter to a premature and frustrating end. Not too late or it will fade to something less than total fulfillment.
As it turns out, going down on my husband doesn't start with me going down on my husband. It starts with him going down on me! Feeling him work his magic on me gets my mind racing with images and thoughts of what will happen next. He builds me to a frenzied pitch. When his tongue circles my clit, it's not too fast but it is firm and deliberate. It drives me wild when he goes from that to licking my lips and sucking them into his mouth with gentle tugs. It feels so sexy when I can feel is mouth sliding all over me and I know that it is because I am getting him wetter with my juices. It's wonderful when I feel his tongue slip into me and tickle me internally. I try to clench down in an attempt to draw his tongue in deeper but it is useless. I just end up more anxious to climax and that gets his face even wetter.
Frankly, I like that. I find it wonderfully erotic to get so excited that every impulse gets us me wetter and that is exactly what he wants. I like that he likes licking and sucking on my slippery flesh and tasting me. He craves me. He can't get enough of me. He wants me and wants to please me. That man just truly loves my pussy, the way to looks, the way it feels, and most of all, the way it tastes. How wonderful is that! How can that not make a woman feel great!
At this point I am nearing my climax but I need more than his tongue. I am desperate to feel something more inside of me. I need to feel his cock deep inside me and fill me like his tongue could never do but I don't want him to stop. It feels too good. I am so close to coming. The dancing of his tongue around my clit has brought me to the edge! To stop now would be terrible! I need him to keep going! Just like that! Just like that!
And over the edge I go. I hold his head and press his face between my legs. I can feel his tongue slip into me to enjoy the full spasmodic furry of my orgasm. I can tell that I am coming on his face. Everything is even more slippery than before. I can hear how wet I have made us both. The scent of my orgasm is strong. It envelops and intoxicates us. We love the taste, feel, and smell of sex.
After all these years of experience, he knows exactly what to do and when. He knows exactly when to leave me. Not too soon or my orgasm will sputter to a premature and frustrating end. Not too late or it will fade to something less than total fulfillment.
