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Cunnilingus Stories
These 6 Sexy Stories Describe The Hot Oral Sex All Women Deserve
These 6 Sexy Stories Describe The Hot Oral Sex All Women Deserve
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By Kiarra Sylvester — Written on Jul 05, 2017
The same way there's a right and a wrong way to kiss a woman's lips, there is a wrong and a right way to kiss her down below . It's all about the right combo of tongue and pressure, as well as, most importantly, knowing how to hit your target.
Get any one of those things wrongs, and your attempt to please her is going to fall flat. Get them all wrong, and it could kill your chances for another romp with her ever again.
If you have any concerns about your skills, erotic stories can show you how oral sex can be done — the right way.
Just as any kind of foreplay should be, the excerpts below move slowly and sensually, taking their time to tease and please you the way you deserve. And even though these stories are works of fiction, they make it easy to imagine the real deal. The best part of these erotic stories is that they encourage you to use your imagination. You get to fill in the blanks with the details that you feel the story deserves, while still maintaining the integrity of the erotic goodness each one has to offer.
Erotica is all about the reader , which is why good erotica, like these 6 stories we've picked for you, feeds you details of the encounters while making sure you remain present in the moment.
1. "Another Adventure in Wonderland"
He loved making her moan. It was such deep satisfaction to feel the power he had over her, to feel how hard her blood pumped when his hand gripped her throat. He lived to make her gasp. Her mind was blank as she moved with his desires.
He moved both hands about her waist now, moving her up against the wall. He took both her hands in his and pinned them above her head and he continued to kiss her with a fervor rivaling the gods. If she still had the wherewithal to think properly she would have thought 'never again will I accept anything less than this perfection, alas all she could do was moan and return his kisses with the thirst of a desert traveler.
Now using one hand to keep hers pinned; not that she resisted, he slid the other up her right thigh as the garter led him to do. His talented fingers began to glide between her legs. Much to his delight, he discovered there were no panties to remove and his fingers found the source of the wetness sliding down her shapely alabaster legs.
She put her soft small hands around my face and pulled me in for another kiss. This time it wasn't a shy childlike peck: her mouth opened to play with my lower lip, our bodies were closer, and my hands landed on her tiny waist, pulling her tightly against me. Passionately I held her, explored her mouth carefully with my tongue, while she wrapped her arms around my neck and played with my dark curls.
My hands went up her waist to her breasts. She moaned in my mouth as I squeezed them firmly. They were so different from mine. Her small nipples grew erect as I pinched them between my thumb and my index finger."
She pulled my top over my head. The black t-shirt bra barely covered my breasts, with their flesh pouring over them, two overfilled goblets. Her hands cupped my breasts, softly squeezing them through my bra.
He began at her neck kissing slowly and biting gently, savoring her smell and every inch of her flavor. He made his way to her toned belly and grazed his lips over her navel, watching her tummy rise and fall as her breathing became more enthusiastic. He positioned his shoulders under her thighs and gazed at the beautiful, white rose between her legs, kissing the inside of her right thigh, then suckling the inside of her left. He reveled in her scent and moistened his palate with the thoughts of citrus and honey.
With a long, flat tongue he tasted her.
So sweet, so juicy, so gratifying was her flavor that he wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to his face, burying his mouth in her delicious folds. He could feel her wetness soaking his lips but it only made him more excited.
Carissa licked her lips. '"I want [you] inside me. The pleasure you give me... it does mean something. I know you aren't completely evil. Part of you cares about me, in your own sick, twisted way. I'm... I'm... maybe that's why I'm tired of fighting you, okay?... So, go ahead... Then untie me and let me help you make lasagna. I won't try to escape, I give you my word."
Would it work? She had to hope. She prayed that the sincere look on her face would be enough. She did mean it, the part about not believing him to be totally evil. She didn't hate him, as much as she had every reason to and every right to.
And then she kissed me, injecting a level of passion that put mine in the shade. I would like to say that I coolly accepted her attention but I couldn't do cool. Oblivious to the increasing torrential downpour, I tried my utmost to match her hunger.
Okay, perhaps I wasn't totally oblivious to the storm raging overhead, but I was worse than drenched already, wasn't I? And, although I was shaking like a leaf, I wasn't at all cold. No, the mercury in my inner thermometer was rising at a rate of knots. And my hands didn't feel so numb anymore. Gripping Emerald Eyes' protective yellow jacket wasn't nearly as chilling as gripping a tree.
Talking about hands, hers were fastened on my bum, rhythmically squeezing me. And her lower body was moving against mine. I really hadn't a clue about the things lesbians got up to but, if they included kissing, squeezing and rubbing lower bodies, I wasn't about to complain.
Faye ground against my penis as it continued to gain strength. We kissed passionately; our tongues jousting playfully. I rolled us over so that I was on top of her...
I kept thrusting into her slowly, wanting her to feel every ridge and vein of every inch of my shaft. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning with every down stroke, so I could tell she was perfectly in tune with my pace. Her cheeks flushed and I could feel the walls of her vagina grabbing at my penis. I pulled all the way out until just the head was inside her and paused.
She opened her eyes and looked at me pleadingly, biting her lower lip hard. I sank my member back inside her and paused again, and she began to quiver and squeezed my penis as she came again in a long drawn out orgasm. I knew it would be some time before I would orgasm again, and I noticed a hot tub in the bathroom when I came in. I kissed Faye and told her to relax while I drew us a bath.
After drying off it was back to the bed. Faye lay face down and I lay on top of her, straddling her legs. I began a slow massage on her shoulders and back, but I could feel my penis growing again as it rested on her Rubenesque rear. I started kissing her shoulders, working my way down her back.
My lips and tongue covered every magnificent inch of this goddess. I kissed and licked and sucked down over her butt, down the back of each thigh and calf, and back up ...
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Several years before my marriage, I met a young woman who had experienced much in life – for her age – but hadn’t known the greatest pleasure of all until we met.
This is the story of that first experience for her.
I had seen her at work a few times, she was eye-catching to say the least. Her vivacious smile, friendly attitude and empathetic charm made her the type of person who lights up a room when she walks in.
She was younger than me by quite a few years – all of my colleagues seem to be younger – but she was poised and mature well beyond her years. Our conversations were professional and business-related, but by exchanging a word or two here and there about our personal lives we got to know each other better over the next several months.
She didn’t work for me, so I didn’t see her every day, but I found myself thinking about her on the days when she wasn’t around. When she attended meetings with my team, she would usually hang around the conference room after everyone else had departed as I shutdown the projector and gathered my things. We would chat for a few minutes about this and that, and I found myself inviting her to more meetings than necessary, just so we’d have those few minutes together afterward.
After one such meeting she asked me if I could spare a few minutes to speak with her privately about a personal issue at lunch. I knew that several of the men at work wanted to date her, but she’d previously confided in me that she hadn’t been “satisfied” with any of the dates she’d accepted and thus had not dated in several months. I assumed she wanted to talk about that subject again.
We agreed to meet at a restaurant a few blocks away. Once there the conversation quickly turned personal, as she asked me a number of detailed questions about the circumstances of my personal life. I was a bit surprised at her forthrightness, but also found it refreshing to talk with a woman again about something other than work.
Finally, remembering that she had asked to speak with me, I apologized for being the focus of our conversation and asked her to share what was on her mind.
She leaned a little closer to me and asked me if I remembered talking to my doctor on my cell phone while at lunch in this very restaurant a few days ago. I was very surprised, because I remembered the call and I also remembered the subject; we were talking about my erectile dysfunction. After I had concluded the call that day I looked around a bit sheepishly. I was so caught up in the conversation that I forgot about my surroundings. I was relieved to see that no one was sitting within earshot; or so I thought.
In fact my coworker had been sitting in the booth right behind me, our heads less than six inches apart, and she’d heard my doctor’s voice as well. Now, as I stared at her with a goofy expression on my face, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I could only give her an embarrassed smile and shrug my shoulders. I apologized if she’d heard anything too personal; anything that might have offended her.
She looked straight into my eyes and said that she certainly wasn’t offended, she was intrigued and impressed. She said that she’d always liked me, but now she admired me. Admired me?
Yes. She specifically remembered me telling my doctor that I didn’t “need” to have an erection to satisfy a woman. That I loved performing cunnilingus far more than I’d ever loved intercourse and that my tongue was the only sex organ I needed.
“Was that true”, she inquired? “Do You really enjoy licking a pussy more than fucking or getting a blow job?” Her forthright salty language broke down the natural inhibitions I have when talking to a young lady and I grinned at her.
“Yes, it’s true, in fact it’s my passion. It’s the most pleasurable intimacy a couple can experience.” I told her.
She said that almost all of the young men that she’d dated had been completely ignorant on the subject of female anatomy. They knew where they wanted to stick their cocks, but other than a general sloppy licking, really had no idea how to please a woman with their mouth and tongue.
She was impressed by what she overheard from me because she heard me tell my doctor with absolute confidence that I could please a lady with my mouth alone, and that this was my “absolute favorite” activity. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and knew that she had to find out more, hence this conversation.
Every guy she dated, even the “nice” ones, expected her to go down on them, but only a couple were willing to reciprocate. Those few made her feel good but never stayed at it long enough for her to climax. She admitted that she always felt a bit uncomfortable too. No matter how willing they were, she always had a nagging suspicion that they were doing it out of some sense of obligation or fairness.
She often fantasized about a gentle selfless lover who considered oral sex something more than foreplay. Someone who actually enjoyed licking a woman and had the stamina to drive her through multiple orgasms. She confided that she often masturbated to this fantasy and “came in buckets” when she did.
I reached across the table and gently covered her hand with mine. I looked directly into her eyes and spoke softly. I confirmed that her experiences were common. Very few men live for the pleasure of making love to a woman only with their tongue. For those that do there’s a slang term; they’re called “Love Lickers” and looked down upon by other men because they’d rather use their tongue than their penis. At my age I’m very comfortable with my masculinity. There’s nothing to prove and I have no issues with my confidence or ego. This belief gives me incredible power; it enables me to give a woman something that those young men won’t ever come close to doing.
“Really?” She asked, how could I make such a bold statement?
I explained that when a man is passionate about something he becomes devoted to his passion; he is single-minded of purpose and shuts out all of the distractions from the world around him. This dedicated focus, when combined with decades of experience, self-assurance and inexhaustible stamina is what I possess, and it gives me this self-confidence.
Her eyes were sparkling with mischievous energy and desire as she wrote her address and phone number on a card. While handing it to me she said “I’m not sure if I believe you, because it sounds too good to be true. If it is true and I pass up this opportunity to experience it, I’ll always look back with regret. Although I’m young, I’ve convinced myself that life is too uncertain and short to pass up opportunities. Specifically, this opportunity to indulge myself and feel this kind of pleasure. I’m curious and horny, so visit me tonight after work and prove yourself.”
Arriving at the appointed time that evening, she met me at the door to her apartment, fresh out of the shower and wearing a bathrobe. She offered me a class of water and we sat and made small talk for a few minutes.
Finally the conversation steered around to the purpose of my visit. I suggested that she go into her room, remove her robe, dim the lights and turn on whatever music would help her to relax. I told her to lay on her stomach on her bed.
“Yes, you’ve been working hard and you’re touch-deprived since you aren’t dating right now. Humans need the gentle touch of other humans, and I’m going to start with a back rub. This will ease the tension that has built up in your neck and shoulders from work. Sometimes the tension is so subtle that you don’t know it’s there until someone massages it away. So, lay down on the bed naked and relax, I’ll take a shower and be back in a few minutes.”
After a hot shower I softly entered the darkened room and could just make out her magnificent shape – face down on the bed. I rubbed my hands together to warm them and bent down close to her ear. “Close your eyes and empty your mind. Focus on my hands as they glide over your back and ease the tension out of your muscles.”
Slowly, yet firmly, my hands rode from the top of her shoulders to the small of her back. I used my fingers and palms to apply slight pressure and ease the tightness. Her sighs of relaxation told me I was doing the trick. She was living in the moment and simply enjoying the sensations of pleasure imparted by my strong, yet gentle hands.
After a few quiet minutes of caressing her back, I worked my hands down over her ass. I firmly cupped a cheek in each hand and massaged them with a circular motion. She tensed a bit as I started this; a natural reaction, despite the circumstances leading up to this moment.
Here she was: lying before someone completely naked while he massaged her ass. It’s an erotic experience. If it’s done right you’re going to get turned on and our culture still considers this somewhat taboo. However it doesn’t take long for desire to overcome social boundaries and body language doesn’t lie. As I caressed and fondled her ass, her hips began to rise and gyrate slightly – a choreographed dance of desire.
I leaned forward and softly kissed her in small of her back. I continued up, kissing her back and stretching out my tongue for long, slow licks up along her spine. She gasped the first time I did this, and shuddered a bit too, but I could tell she wanted me to continue. This was a novel experience for her, but it’s novelty added to its eroticism, and her desire was building.
Like many determined women in their twenties, she had a degree of youthful impatience, which caused her to turn over on her back and spread her legs. She reached out with both hands to grab my head and forced my face into her steaming and aroused pussy, saying “Lick me, lick me now! I want your tongue on my pussy!”
Not wanting to tease her – but to prolong her pleasure – I pulled my head away and kissed the inside of her right thigh, just above her knee. Again I used my tongue to lick the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, from her knee to her mons vulva. She shuddered again, no one had ever done this either and it was driving her crazy with desire. I hadn’t yet caressed her pussy with my tongue, but she was more turned on than she’d ever been and wetter than she thought possible.
I kissed the inside of her left thigh and once again traced a path upward with the tip of my tongue, slowing a bit as I got close to the center of her womanhood, then licking with increased pressure along the perineum, causing her hips to to rise off the bed again.
I laughed softly to myself and, putting my hands on the insides of her thighs, gently spread her legs as far as they would comfortably go. I then slowly swept my tongue from bottom to top, the length of her pussy, causing another shudder to radiate through her body – for a brief moment I thought she’d climaxed!
“Oh God, yes! Lick! Lick more! Lick faster!”
“Your wish is my command, dear lady.” And I buried my face in her crotch. The first licks were long. Long and slow.
From bottom to top, with my tongue flat and broad across her open labia. Steadily and firmly, I licked her over and over again, pulling my tongue away just shy of her clitoris.
Her clit was poking out of its hood, fully engorged and begging for attention. I knew if I touched it with the tip of my tongue it would be all over – I’d send her over the edge in a mind-blowing orgasm – crashing like storm waves upon the shore. I wanted that to happen, but not yet. Bringing a woman to one orgasm is not unique; bringing her to several – slamming through her body in wave after wave, while she squirts like a fire hose – is the pleasure I wanted her to know.
I continued licking upward, varying from the center by alternating licks along each side of her mons – to cover ever
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