I am so head starved. You read that right, this is a rant, I am sooo head starved and I crave for one. To be spread wide and eaten clean! The last time I got diligently eaten out was three years ago after my ex. Every single guy that I have met after that has only ever been after their own orgasm and nothing more and I feel like it is very selfish. Two people engage in consensual coitus and only one gets to cum, how very insensitive!
As if that is not bad enough, most of the men that I have met don’t even know the first thing about pleasuring a woman and it is a shame because which sane man rubs a woman’s clit with his nails? Which sane man rubs a clit as if he’s scouring a pot? One fool came very close to giving me the head that I deserve and he started biting me, he was using his teeth! Some would notice that I wasn’t even wet and would go in all the same leaving me all bruised and hurt and dissatisfied, almost in tears.
I miss my ex from three years ago for this very reason. He got everything wrong but you see his sex game and his head game? Top notch! I had the best sex of my entire life with him. Patience, selflessness, skills when it comes to sex, he’s got it all. I deeply crave for that experience just for one more time.
He would lay me down, spread my legs apart, he would sometimes tie my legs apart, then he would kneel wherever we are, on the bed or on the floor and envelope my pussy with his warm mouth, his tongue would gently flick my clit as his mouth stays latched on to my entire pussy, he would tongue fuck my pussy, drool all over it, eat me up like his life depended on it and I would be there holding his head and whispering his name amidst sensual gasps.
Sometimes, we would order for ice cream and he would prefer to eat his ice cream on my pussy, he would scoop the ice cream on my pussy, a whole heap of it, gently and slowly eat it right there, until it all melts in his mouth and he goes ahead to lick every leftover cream, driving me into a frenzy of mad desire.
Other times, it would be ice cubes that he took out of his whiskey, this man would pour himself a glass of whiskey, drop a few ice cubes, walk to where I lay naked and horny, remove an ice cube, put it in his mouth and hold it with his teeth, go down on me, start rubbing my pussy up and down with the ice and pouring whiskey all over it and drinking it right there on my pussy and I would be there shivering with intense pleasure. He always made sure I cum at least twice before fucking the living daylights out of me.
Since we went our seperate way because he had to study in Canada and none of us could handle a long distance relationship, life hasn’t been the same. I have never been lucky with men who knows the first thing about why they’re even in my bed.
I need my coochie to be eaten by a real man, a real person, not some stupid vibrator or clit stimulator.
