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My Guide to Super Snatch
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CUE: The Canadian Underground Erotic network
PROUDLY PRESENTS ...
"My Guide to Super Sex"
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I love licking snatch!
I am not one of those guys who pretend to like it, I truly
love it! If you take the time to learn the fine art of
cunnilingus, it's like learning to play an instrument. With
practise, and a real desire to master your chosen instrument, in
time you will be asked to perform and demonstrate your talents.
That's how it was with me. Until recently I was always being
asked for a performance and always an encore. The best advertising
is word of mouth and I had lots of admiring fans who were hoping
for a chance at their own "benefit" concert. Since I met Lana
though, I have become a private performer only. However, as a
public service, I thought that I would share my secrets for
fantastic sex with others less fortunate.
When I was younger, I thought that going down on my
girlfriends was a duty. A chore rather than a pleasure. In the
last eight years however, I learned a lot of little tricks that
showed me that the art of cunnilingus, or cunt lapping if you
prefer, can enhance your sexual pleasure a hundred fold.
For me, normal sex is oral sex. It eliminates the worries
about if she climaxed when I did, if it was as good for her as it
was for me. When I munch out on a hot juicy cunt, I am in complete
control. I don't have to worry about staying power or weird
positions, and I always know that I can give my partner as many
orgasms as she can handle. It's an ego trip and an ego boost all
in one. I can play a full fledged concert using just my tongue.
Most women expect, and usually receive just a few minutes of
clumsy kissing in the general area and then grudgingly return the
half hearted "favour". That's why I got such great sex from my
dates. When I chow down, it is with the ravenous desire of a
starved man. I can't seem to get enough! It is usually my
partner who asks me to stop when she is fully sated. I never
lacked for female companionship because I truly cared that they
enjoy my oral ministrations. I have a two fold reason for wanting
them to enjoy my tongue. Besides a real desire to pleasure my
partner, I know that a really satisfied female will do everything,
and anything, she can to make me feel as good as she does. That
means that I am going to get the greatest blow job that she has
ever given.
Before I met Lana, my dates usually went like this.
Just a few hours prior to our date, I would have flowers
delivered to her door or preferably to the place where she worked.
That way her co-workers would start her in the right mood by
carrying on about how lucky she was to have a date with a real
gentleman for a change. If you are going to take the time to do
any thing, you might as well do it up right is what I always say.
I am expecting a night of pure sensual bliss, and I would not
jeopardize what could be a great evening by cutting corners.
I always pick them up on time, and if they have kids, I make
sure that they are with a baby-sitter for the night. Even if I'm
dressing casual, I dress my best. Clean, ironed shirts, freshly
pressed slacks and jacket. My hair is neat and combed and my
shoes shine. You guys don't realize how much importance a woman
puts on the type and condition of a man's shoes. They alone can
determine how the evening will end.
I never ask my date where she would like to eat, because not
only do I want to control the price and the mood and the
atmosphere, I have also found that women like a man to be in
control. Now this is not a macho stance that I am taking because
it's how you put it that counts! I always like to say that I have
found this absolutely fabulous restaurant that serves fantastic
food and good wine. Never, ever give your date too much wine
though, because if you want a good time in the sack, you want your
partner to be awake for it.
We dine in a nice cozy place where I know the owner, who also
knows me, and we eat a great meal slowly. I never rush, and always
take the time to relax and let the food settle. It's really rare
for me to go to a nightclub or a concert because of the cost, but
a show maybe. Actually I prefer taking my dates to the museum.
You can spend hours there just walking around leisurely surrounded
by great beauty and fine works of art. This way you can also
impress them with your fine taste and your knowledge and
appreciation of the finer things. Then I suggest we go back to my
place for a night cap!
My place is exceptionally clean, with very little furniture.
A few lithographs on the walls to show again my appreciation of
fine art and a good stereo system. I don't go for that stuff about
soft music! Hell, I don't want to tame the savage beast, I want
her wild and wanton! I keep the lights down low, real low and I
turn up the music. Reggea with some calypso thrown in for good
measure, and be sure to have the bass high. The bass beat will set
her heart beat, and for that you can't beat good Reggea!
We start to dance in my living room, slow, to the beat of the
bass, crushing and grinding our bodies together to that raunchy
music. Man, that music was made for fucking! I pour a little more
wine, just to let her loosen her inhibitions a bit more then comes
the clincher. The Whirlpool Hot Tub! Before I go out on a date I
have it all prepared.
When my date is feeling happy and good and sexual, I open the
sliding door to my hot tub. I first let her see the tub then I
turn on the air and the water jets. When the tub is really
frothing I throw in a prepared package of bath oil beads, some
fragrant bubble bath and some bath salts. You should see the
expression in her eyes. I mean, she was already to fuck but
that's not what I want. I want her to enjoy herself and not feel
obliged to have sex with me.
Since I have taken my time and I am not pushing for sex, they
are all too willing to climb into the tub. I still have the
lights low but I also have a light at the bottom of the tub. That
really makes the water look great and the bubbles sparkle. I tell
her to go ahead and get into the tub and that I'll be back after I
change the music. This again throws them off because I'm not
standing there to watch them and I never suggested that they get
in the nude, even though they always do.
It only takes me a minute to change the music but I give them
at least five minutes of luxurious soaking before I re-enter. I
have changed the music from the heavy drive to a slower beat, same
style of music though, and when I walk back in I am carrying two
fresh glasses of a light wine.
Now is the time for them to ask me. I usually just sit beside
the tub until they ask me why I'm not coming in. I like it this
way because now she is making the moves, she is expressing her
desire to have me with her. I have not forced myself on her, nor
did I ask for anything. What happens form here on in is totally
her desires.
I ask her if she has ever used Japanese washing salts before.
The answer is always no, so I offer to show her how it works and
how well it cleans the skin, much better than soap ever could.
I have a bowl of it beside the tub and I ask her to turn
around. I take a handful and start rubbing it over her shoulders
and over her back. The salt really opens up the skin pores.
Besides the cleansing properties, it really makes the skin soft and
sensitive to a delicate caress. I work the salt in circular motion
over her back until she starts to rise up out of the tub from the
sensations. This is my way of knowing that she is feeling good
and wants me to start rubbing lower.
I oblige, and in the process get to squeeze and massage her
ass! I then ask her to turn around to face me, and of course she
assumes that now I want to work her pussy into a lather. Again she
is surprised because instead of working on her tits or her snatch,
I start on her feet! I really give her feet a working over,
rubbing and scrubbing the soles of her feet and especially working
in and around each toe. Now she really feels like a queen.
I work my way up her legs to where I am just a breathe away
from her labia, then I stop and start on her hands. I repeat what
I did to her feet on her hands and arms, then I slowly, gently
start to massage her breasts. The salt is just coarse enough to
tease those nipples to stand at attention, just begging for my lips
to ease their exquisite torture. Now I head down, and just lightly
cup her vulva with my hand. Just a slow very gentle rocking motion
of my hand is usually sufficient to bring on her first orgasm of
the evening. Then I give her the first kiss of the evening! I
know that a lot of people think that all of this is just a waste of
time, but believe me, the rewards of taking the time to treat her
like a real lady is what I strive for, pure unadulterated bliss!
When she has recuperated sufficiently from her first climax,
I take her by the hand and lead her to the shower. As we stand
under the pulsating spray together, I alternate the water
temperature from hot to quite cold. For her to enjoy fully what
is to come next, her skin must be as sensitive as it was on the
day she was born. I dry her off with a big fluffy towel and lead
her back to the living room, now fully naked and without the
slightest bit of embarrassment or inhibitions. I now have her
ready for the main event.
I gently lay her down on one of those contour chairs that
looks like something out of a space capsule. Right beside the
chair I have a set of controls rigged up that allows me to
control the lighting and music. With a flick of my finger the
stereo turns off and in its place a tape deck starts up, playing
some very soft new age music. I play this because it blocks out
any outside noises. I turn off every light except a small dim
bulb which is conveniently placed below the level of the chair and
behind me. This way I can see what I am doing and at the same
time leave her virtually in the dark!
This is what I want! Because now, my date is totally and only
a sexual organ from head to toe, without any distractions what so
ever. Pure sensation!
I start off by ever so lightly stroking her body with my
finger tips, being careful not to touch her nipples or vagina.
Within a few minutes she starts to moan, that's how sensitive her
skin is now to the sense of touch. I give her nipples just the
slightest stroke and she arches her back moaning for more. As I
tease her nipples I move around her letting my lips brush her
skin, her lips, her eyes, her shoulders, her breasts. I stop for
a moment to give her nipples a well deserved suck then I continue
down her belly. With my hands still stroking her body, I lower my
head to my ultimate goal.
I kiss and lick the insides of her thighs but not her now
soaking cunt. The greater and more intense the fore play, the more
intense the climax!
I let her know that my lips are close to her clit now by
blowing soft puffs of air into her bush. By now she is groaning
louder and moving her hips upward trying to meet my face. With my
hands I hold her firmly but gently down and move just a bit
closer. I now just skin her pubic hair with my face. I use my
chin, my lips and my nose to lightly stroke her cunt hairs. She
starts to whimper and beg for me to suck her. I gently unfold her
lower lips to expose a clit that is throbbing with passion.
I start with a long soft lick from her hole and bring her
juices up to coat her clit. I close my lips around that little
knob and suck it hard. She explodes in a flash with a mind
boggling orgasm that leaves her quivering, but this is just the
start. Now I start to really make love to her pussy with my entire
face. Long, long strokes with my tongue buried deep inside her
snatch. I press my forehead to her clit then lick upwards, letting
my nose tease her clit, then the flat of my tongue on her clit and
finally my chin giving it a rub. A few minutes of this and she is
off on another climax. For the grand finale, I lock my mouth on
her clit and such her to another three or four orgasms before she
just can't take the pleasure any more and sort of collapses.
I get up, give her a kiss on the lips and fetch another glass
of wine. Since most guys won't treat a lady to this kind of
hedonistic loving, she now feels like the most special girl in the
world, and true to human nature, she now feels such love that she
wants to give me as much pleasure as I gave her. Who am I to say
no.
As the proverb goes, "As you sow, so shall you reap". And
now if you will please excuse me, I am about to reap what I have
sown. Lana is waiting!
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