An in-depth look at the mind of a man during the act of cunnilingus. You know — eating pussy.
Note: The goal is to allow women a window into the mind of a man — so that you, the female reader, may partake in the thought pattern of somebody, male or female, going down on you. The idea is to help you to understand what is going through our heads during certain very intimate acts, like eating pussy (aka cunnilingus for all the boring fuckers who can’t say “pussy”) or fingering a woman, or anal sex, or vaginal penetration, or phone sex, or our perspectives on what is sexy, or dominance and submission, or other topics I will add to this series. I especially explore the thoughts that come to us during the moment while the act is taking place. These will be titled here as One Man’s Perspective: <insert sin here>.
So, I suggest that you settle in, ladies. This one is for the ages.
This is part of the series titled One Man’s Perspective.
— TRD
Hey Ladies. This one is all about eating pussy, also known as cunnilingus for Dr. Nerd over there who can’t say “pussy” without giggling like a total moron. But I call a woman’s ‘vajayjay’ a pussy, so just deal with it for what Medium will probably predict to be somewhere around a 10-minute read.
So let’s get this party started, pussy-possessing ones, and I guess the dudes that clicked the link too.
Now I have heard once or twice in the backchannels of the sin-ternet that some of you ladies like this feeling of having your tender little lady bits licked, kissed, and sucked. I have to say — in my experience — if “holy motherfucking shit” is any indication, I’d say I am onto something here.
I suspect that most of you ladies have a wide array of stories, ranging from “this guy must think my clit is inside my hole” to “oh, that’s what this is supposed to feel like” to “motherfucking fuckety fuck 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 other singular act in the sexual experience, besides actual penis-inside-vagina penetration (ew, that sounded medical), and even that comparison to sex is a close one.
I just love eating “pussy” (sorry — earmuffs, crispy baby boomers).
Yes, I like it over anal. Over fingering. Over making a woman squirt. Over receiving a blowjob… and that one is easy, although women tend to think of me as full of shit every time they hear me say I’d rather go down on them than let them go down on me.
Yes, over digging her out all the way back to her cervix. Over fingering just at her G-spot, doing that “come here” motion and watching her writhe and buck until she cums. Over toys. Over bondage. Over a lot.
Over so many other things.
You name it — whatever it is — there is a good chance I’d much 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, because I apparently know how to articulate shit that other guys will think but not say, because after I say it, I often get the: “yeah, dude, what ^^^ he said” from the Y-chromosome possessing, word-bumbling demographic. Hey, at least we build stuff, right?
Anyways, specifically, I explain my passion during these moments. I’ll talk about what I think about. How I think it should be done if it is to be done right. This is by far the most detailed I have ever written about eating a woman, and I have written a lot about eating pussy. Let’s not psychoanalyze that too much now — we have a pussy-eating story to read.
So, pull up a chair ladies, prop those legs up like I know you do, and slide those panties aside. What, not wearing any? Good girl — one step ahead of me.
You know exactly what I am asking for right now, don’t you? Precisely what I am asking? No?
Well, let’s cut to the chase, little lady. I want you to get wet, and 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, as your partner, I will dance with you, princess, 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 the third person.
So without further ado…
Our Minds. There is a something so visceral about eating a woman’s pussy that happens when I taste you, Miss. The internal emotions that a man experiences while doing this act are so intimate and inwardly animalistic, yet personal, that they are 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 — because we connect on a very intimate and personal level through what we are not saying. During that 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 will we ever be closer than in this singular moment. But, before I talk too much about that, let’s not forget, that fucking is for a different part of this series, not this one.
This one is about eating Pussy (sorry again, tea partiers).
The inverse of eating a woman, communication-wise, is fingering, which is ironic. When holding you by the neck or torso down to the bed, pressing my weight into you, and going for broke as you orgasm and squirt. When this happens, I am just flat out owning you.
Those orgasms are mine and they never were yours. They are forced — you are just along for the ride while I exert my dominion over you. You are a good little submissive, just riding the wave off into the endorphin-laden sunset. These are special ones too — but in a completely different way.
But when eating pussy, it is just different and far more personal, within yourself. 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 — the mental state I am in during this moment is unique and rare. This moment, it’s just me versus pussy. When all I see is your most vulnerable image — your wet little kitty staring right back at me and I know I have the skill and knowledge and ambition to make your world come crashing down.
I look right at your kitty — as your face is out of view. It is just me and your pussy now.
She is “up there” somewhere. She, being you.
This is why it is so personal. Because it is you and yourself — for moments — in some ways like masturbation, in that it is sexual but there is a small thing happening while you are just not communicating with the person you are servicing.
The Importance of Doing It Right. Above I said — 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.
You have the ego boost of internal monologue saying, “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…
…aaaaand then she cums.
“God yes. I need another!” you tell yourself, so you double down on her and make this pussy your bitch.
The power exchange that takes place at this moment — when you wreck a woman with half a dozen orgasms — is addicting like nothing else. How this is not the status quo for most women’s experiences and most men’s ability is beyond me, since there is so much to be gained in delivering this to a woman.
You make every man before you look like pathetic asshat losers by comparison, as no doubt she has a long list of “dude, really” moments that preceded the countless orgasms that you just rocked her body with — and the best part is that you haven’t even unbuckled your jeans yet.
Her pussy has not even been filled yet and you already made her whole week. Or her hole weak. I guess both. Nevertheless, you just solidified your standing in her mind — forever. Didn’t text her back quick enough? I think she will forgive you.
No matter what happens after this — you will never be just a footnote. Ever. You are now the gold standard. The benchmark.
Sabotage & The Ill Communication. My internal voice inside during these moments is akin to a fuck yeah-esque high-fiving my ego, id, superego and those two little fuckers on my shoulders. This personal monologue is built up of inward statements to myself yet outwardly disguised as profoundly aggressive licks and sucks. The magic is that I am having this inward discussion while still aggressively servicing her, but using her most sacred, most personal, most private, and most protected body part.
It is an aggressive meditation I find myself in. An angry, passionate zen.
No doubt it is bliss for her — but for me, it is like ego therapy. I have this exchange of sentiments through a rage translator internally, and in essence, there is a bond formed between me and my girl, when I eat her right, and yes ladies — right is the only way I do it.
Me, essentially submitting a side of myself to her, and in a way, it looks almost like I, as the dominant man, have become somewhat sub in the process. But in reality, I am just fucking the bejesus out of your soul, with my lips, spit, tongue and beard until I make you fold like a deck of cards.
Nothing could be more masculine and dominant than to sabotage your woman through an orgasmic overload — with your fuckin’ face.
Eating pussy is as masculine as anything a man will ever do in his entire life.
Regarding communication, a special moment happens when she looks down and I am looking up — and our eyes meet. This is the exception to the rule moment.
This is the shared — not personal — moment of communication. When our eyes meet and I see her face is completely wrecked and I know I look like her bitch, I wonder, “do I laugh? Wink?” I kind of want to laugh a little, then devour her and see if I can steal her ability to find any humor at this moment. Just test her resolve a little and boost my ego one more time as she falls apart while she tries to be human for one second, and then I see that she can’t.
It is just one more way I can control her like a marionette. So you 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 her orgasms. Goddamn, I love the orgasms.
Orgasm after orgasm happening inches from your eyes, with me wrapping my arms around your legs, 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, 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 shit.
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 as 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 most likely 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 won’t be the sugar daddy and I won’t be the arm candy. 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 inclined to do so. Very few men can do that and I am well aware of it, and you bet your sweet now-moistened pussy that I 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 mouths that need to be active. I didn’t learn because a girl told me how — I learned because I wanted it bad enough and I took the time to figure it out.
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.
All Hands On Deck. Okay, so a little instructional tidbit for you dumb guys out there—eating pussy should incorporate the G-spot or you are limiting your options. To do that, you need to put your fingers inside her (hint: her G-spot is inside her vagina, wink wink).
To me, as soon as I spend a decent amount of time just enjoying some deliciousness at the clit buffet, it’s always a nice change of pace to shock the fuck out of her after a few minutes of straight oral by filling one — or why not both — of her holes with some finger love.
Wait until she is not expecting it and then surprise her with it. Go for the G while her clit is all worked up and then drive home two orgasms at once — the clitoral and the internal — now you just toppled Troy.
Slip a finger in the backdoor 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 pretty pink bean, even squeezing those tits, and you can pretty much make any woman fall apart in a matter of minutes.
Eating Her Wet. 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 from the change of pace and the toy with her ache to be filled the entire time.
Her, with a sopping wet and throbbing pussy taking fire, all to stop, and then get 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 if possible — clit, G-spot, rosebud, and lips.
Everything you can do to make her go crazy — make her go crazy.
What Is With The Timing, Guys? 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 — and not all women can — you do not stop under any circumstances until she cums.
At least once. No matter what. If you can do it, you have got to make her cum. Have to. Sex is so much better afterward.
The biggest complaint I hear from women in my blog forum is that guys will finally figure out how to actually eat a woman, they will “hit that spot,” it will feel amazing for the woman, and then — nothing.
The guy will change pace and start kissing her something lame and the orgasm that was just about to reach that peak is now at the bottom of the mountain again.
Why the fuck do guys do this? Be persistent and stay the course.
What The Ladies Hate Talking About. 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. Do you want to know what guys think? Well — this is what I think, and the last time I checked, I was a guy, and in case you didn’t figure it out by now — I happen to be one that knows his way around a woman’s body.
Don’t worry — I’ll be brief. So many women have such strong opinions on “bald” vs “landing strip” vs “au 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 but nobody wants rotten or a hair sandwich. Be clean and trimmed — 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 personally fucking love a woman’s scent.
So there you go, ladies. That is the rundown of most of what us guys think about when we are between your legs; or at least, the ones who know what the hell they are doing.
