When I think about my face and what sexual things get to me, it’s really my lips that take center stage. I am very orally fixated. I like doing things with my lips and my tongue; sucking and biting and licking and engulfing. But it goes beyond that. Beyond just how high kissing ranks for me. My lips just simply like touch. I’ve noted before that when I’m highly aroused and not physically near a partner I will find that I unconsciously with my fingers. Tracing, touch, brushing. When I’m aroused the one body part that I want attention spent on more than even the very-obvious clitoris is my lips.
I like when other lips hover over my skin and my cheeks. The teasing of the kiss to come.
Many people like having their eyelids lightly kissed but due to some spatial-related eye phobia I can’t tolerate having something that close to my eyeball with no control from me over it.
The forehead is not sexual, to me, it is…loving, at best. Fraternal/paternal/etc. A kiss on the forehead shows caring but not passion.
I like thumbs and fingers and palms on my cheeks. Caressing, holding, cupping. Lifting, making me look. Bringing me in and keeping me there.
My eyes….not what they feel, but what they see….this is something for me that’s an anomaly I’m sure. Yes I like looking at beautiful things and arousing bodies but when I’m receiving pleasure I can’t look anywhere. I have to close my eyes. The ADD has my brain already so scrambled that focus is something I’m always reaching for, like orgasm. So if I close my eyes in order to feel more then my chances for orgasm increase. Yes….I have to concentrate on what I’m feeling to know what I’m feeling.
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The most delicious part of a perfect kiss is not the pressing of lips together. It is not the claiming, lustful engulfing.
It’s the moment of hesitation. When lips are millimeters apart, when time freezes, when your brain stops thinking and just reacts, just feels.
Perhaps it is the hesitation before lips meet for a first, tentative kiss. Or maybe it’s a hesitation in the transition between small, explorative kisses and giving in to lust. It could be that the hesitation is due to uncertainty. Or fighting a losing battle over lust. With an established partner that hesitation could also be intentional and meant to merely be a maddening tease. Draw out the longed-for moment of contact.
The hesitation is one of those times where so much more is said in the inaction than the action. And I keep coming back to it in my mind, and it is just as prominent in my memory bank as the actual kiss. Recalling the brief second where a whirling eddy of thoughts and wants ran through my own mind is almost more arousing to me now than the kiss that followed.
It’s all about what I can do with my mouth. And lips. And tongue.
The need starts before anything else, before I even meet the person. When they arouse me, my mind first and foremost craves a kiss. As flirtation and seduction continue, even though I might crave a whole host of sexual things, when my desire is at its deepest my need to make-out with that person is nearly overwhelming. Even in dreams this is evident. For some reason my sexual dreams never include actual penetration. I rarely remember what anyone’s hands were doing or what they felt like. It’s just the kissing.
One last thought on the kissing aspect – how a person kisses is a make-or-break for me. If they can never get beyond soft, gentle and tame…yawn. Loose and sloppy….blech. Worse are the guys whose style is akin to a retarded lizard. They just open their mouths wide, the only thing moving is their tongue in my mouth, flopping around wildly like a fish out of water…..holy geezus a big fat Next!! Perfection is a changing combo – sometimes restrained hovering/brushing of lips, building up the lust; soft and gentle mixed with deep and passionate; mix it up with moderate quick mingling of tongues, teeny bites and sucking of bottom lips. Oh and of course this blissful perfection would be punctuated by some hair-pulling here and there, the occasional hand around my throat if he’s dominant, and sometimes hands touching my face.
I’m sorry, where was I?
The oral fixation isn’t limited to just kissing, no no. I’ve already waxed poetic on my love for cock sucking. But I find that when I’m receiving intense pleasure, my mouth just needs to be occupied. My favorite? I’m masturbating with a vibrator and sucking a cock. That’s near heaven. I might lose my concentration when I’m nearing orgasm and forget to keep up the rhythm, but my varying moans with my mouth full of cock are more than enough to make up for that, I think.
Oral fixations are certainly not reserved for cocks….luckily, female bodies are meant for lip to skin contact. Smooth and soft skin. Breasts and nipples can lull me into occupation for a little bit. Complex cunts to explore orally. When I spy photos (particularly at HNT time) of delectable naked breasts, my tongue immediately reacts and wants to get busy. There was a recent (very) young woman with whom I flirted for a short bit – I sadly never saw full nudity but I saw quite enough to set me off. I don’t know if it was her curvy lush body or pale skin but oh fuck I could have feasted on her body for hours….literally.
Speaking of curves and lush – you can imagine the salivating I did this morning upon seeing my girl Coy Pink‘s latest photo post. I am a bit envious of these photos…not only do I not have a husband who’s a wonderful photographer, but I simply could not look this delectable. I won’t link directly to it, for I want you to see all of the photos but you should be sure to check out the last one, the click-thru. I’m surprised I didn’t try to lick the screen, this is how badly I felt the need to bury my face in her cunt.
I think my need for oral is a big driving force behind wanting a threesome or more. Adding in another body and especially adding in yet another body makes it so that my mouth is almost guaranteed to find solace in skin.
There’s something that I do when I’m alone and aroused, like reading a steamy piece of erotica on someone’s blog or in a novel. I’ll find myself subconsciously running the pad of my thumb lightly and slowly over my bottom lip as I’m reading. As I become increasingly more aroused, my mouth will open a very slight bit and my lips part…..the caressing thumb meets the soft tippy-tip of my tongue. Back over wet lips for a bit, and so on. It isn’t anything very obvious to anyone else I don’t think. It’s subtle and might come off as a bored fidget. For, you see, when I’m aroused my mouth just needs to be occupied.
And you should see me when I’m consuming a popsicle or lollipop or similar…whenever my partner spies me with any of those, it’s a near-instant erection for him. Even when I’m not doing anything intentionally. I can’t think why….
For more of the oral fixation pics, see this week’s
I’m starting to love grapefruit. At first I bought the jarred kind, as I had never had the “real” thing and hadn’t a clue how to go about properly eating one. I liked the red, only, not just because it is sweeter but it has more….texture, I guess. I don’t know the technical name for the little individual pockets of goodness that make up each segment. But in the red grapefruit, once peeled, those little pockets easily fall apart and you’re left with a mouthful of these gems. I eat my grapefruit slowly, and savor each tiny bit. I roll the segment around on my tongue to break it up. I might try to burst each pocket individually. The grapefruit sees a lot of tongue action ;)
I started out with a grapefruit spoon. I’m not sure why these are the supposed preferred method – all it did was land me with a mutilated mass of pulp and squirts to the eye of acidic juice (not good). I tried cutting each segment individually. I was still wasting precious flesh. Then I discovered that if I cut it into quarters, and then sliced each quarter away from the rind, I could separate the segments away from the membrane by hand. It’s a slow, messy process. I’ll do it at work, but have to be less ‘free’ in how I eat it. No matter what, I end up licking my hand to catch drips, sucking the juice from my fingers as I drop a piece into my mouth. The other day at work I was describing to him the process; the mess; the sensuality of my eating habits with it. I shared a very short and teasing video clip via my phone to him and my partner. Both were mesmerized.
Really, the best way to eat a grapefruit is naked. No worries about sticky juice on your clothes, its much easier to lick, or have it licked, off your skin.
I am usually impatient. This is common fact if you know me. But when it comes to certain foods, I take my time. I gather it all up in one pile to enjoy without interruption. Crab legs, king and dungeness, fall into the category. Crack the legs and pull out all the meat until it’s all empty, and then enjoy. Then there are things like Ferraro Rocher chocolates…The outside layer is chocolate with chopped hazelnuts. I nibble all around, separating it free from the wafer layer below it. Then I work on the wafer, and popping the halves apart to get just the wafer, not the ganache inside. Finally is the thick creamy ganache ball – which I lick and nibble until I get to the whole hazelnut in the center. I clean that off, and then *crunch*, byebye hazelnut. My partner will just toss the whole thing into his mouth. One shot. Honestly I bet that’s the proper way to eat it – there are many things in the culinary world (and I can get a stickler about this with most dishes I prepare) that you are supposed to eat every bit all in a bite. A little of this, a little of that, it all blends together to one harmonious symphony.
Texture though is a big deal to me. I didn’t like the white grapefruit – not necessarily because it’s more tart, but because the texture isn’t like the red. I don’t like pears; not because of the taste but because of the somewhat gritty texture that the flesh has. I will only eat grapes if the skin and flesh are firm and crunchy. I’ll refuse, like a petulant child, to each the soft ones. Certain apples are the same, I don’t like the softer ones like Delicious.
Damn, I’m making a mess here. Can someone help clean the drips off me? I don’t like being sticky for too long….
Why yes, those are hands. And yes, I’m on top and we’re both naked. Any more questions?
I don’t really do much for Halloween anymore. Last year or the year before, I picked up the devil horns you saw yesterday. Wore them to work (old job). How sweet my coworkers to ask where my costume was, “how fitting”, etc etc. Ha. Ha. Ha. Little did they know….
It’s been since college that I last attended an actual Halloween party, and got dressed up. I was 19 and a lot thinner and more bold. This was my sophomore year of college, and my roommate that year was a great girl I went to HS with. We were bad, smoking too much pot, skipping too many classes, etc. When her boyfriend decided to rush a fraternity that meant we had to attend frat parties.
Wait, back up here. C and I decorated our room quite a bit, integrating our stuff well. I had a riding crop that was a souvenir from the Kentucky Derby. She happened to own a pair of handcuffs. So we hung these up on the wall side-by-side. We thought we were cute shit, our answering machine’s outgoing message was “Thank you for calling C and L’s house of whips and chains. We’re all tied up at the moment so leave a message.” I never said we were original. So that year for Halloween I decided to use that crop and handcuffs and be a dominatrix.
*grins* Foreshadow much? At this point in life I had only been sexually active a few years, and “kinky sex” was just not in my vocab.
I think the outfit was a vinyl black skirt, some sort of top resembling a corset, stockings, doc Marten boots, a black fask mask, and accessories. No, I didn’t put it to official use. Pity, I know. But what did I know?
A party off campus with a boy I liked I wore a real corset, flimsy top, floor-length full skirt, and boots. Hair up, and fake bite marks on my neck, I was the victim to his vampire. I looked hot. *sigh* the good ole days.