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A little insight into why I do what I do.
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A little insight into why I do what I do. If you've read my introduction, you might be a little curious about my motives. How did I come to be so orally fixated? Why am I so dedicated to the pursuit of female pleasure? What was it that set me on this path? As a younger man, my relationships were monogamous, my sex life conventional. I'd always loved to go down on a woman, it was always the most exciting part for me, but girlfriends regarded that simply as foreplay, a prelude to something else. To have full sex afterwards was the goal, the norm - I knew no different at that time. Things were to change in my mid-thirties. On a night out with another single male friend, watching a loud band in a crowded, smoky bar, an<b> older woman </font></b>on her way to the Ladies pressed a piece of paper into my hand on her way past. I took a peek at it when I had a chance - on it was written her first name and a telephone number. I called her a couple of days later - we chatted for a while, and she invited me to visit her the following evening. I duly turned up with flowers and wine, and what started with a simple shoulder massage became a blissful night of intense passion and discovery, the first of many. During these visits, she especially enjoyed the foreplay, and was more than happy for me to carry on for as long as I wished. She always seemed a little astonished and would say things like "I never knew men like you existed!", "You should be available on the NHS", and "You should open a school, to teach other men how to do that". I was flattered, of course, but took what she said with a pinch of salt, assuming she was just being complimentary. She made one other comment which I came to think deeply about, much later - "I know a few women who would absolutely love what you do". Months passed when suddenly, and without warning, I was dumped for someone else. I was devastated, having fallen for her quite heavily. It was a big surprise then, when a few weeks after that, she turned up on my doorstep late one night, completely out of the blue. She'd argued with her new boyfriend, and was clearly upset. I did my best to comfort her, with no ulterior motives in mind, but one thing led to another and, before long, she was sitting on the sofa, her floral print dress hiked up around her midriff, her plain white cotton knickers pulled to one side as I knelt before her, my head between her silky-smooth thighs. I stayed down there, teasing, coaxing, savouring the sounds of her sighs, gasps, and moans, her hips thrusting forward to meet my hungry tongue, until I thought she was ready. When, eventually, I stood up and started to unbuckle the belt of my jeans, things took an unexpected turn. She stopped me, saying "We can't - I won't be unfaithfull to him". I hesitated only for a second, mentally shrugged, and dropping back to my knees, eased off and discarded her panties, spread her legs wider, and continued licking and sucking her.... Some time later, when she was satisfied, she had a cup of tea, kissed my cheek, thanked me, and left. This became a pattern for several years. Every few weeks, if she'd had an argument, or was feeling low, or simply felt the urge, she'd just turn up, or ask me to visit. I knew that I was being used, but I accepted that, even grew to like the idea. I was still single, and her visits were a welcome break from the routine. Knowing that there was no prospect of reciprocation or full sex, I stopped even thinking about that side of things, and concentrated solely on maximising her enjoyment, honing my oral skills, perfecting techniques, and exploring new ways of pleasuring her, with only my tongue and fingers to work with. As for my own needs, I would wait until I was alone and masturbate to the memory, her musky sexual scent still fresh and stong on my face and hands. Those orgasms were far stronger than any I've had during penetrative sex. Eventually though, the calls and visits grew fewer and farther apart, until they stopped altogether. What to do? I was (and still am) perfectly happy being single, but missed the sheer joy of bringing a woman to orgasm, over and over again. I wasn't looking for a replacement for her, but she'd shown me that there were such women out there, and her comment, years before, "I know a few women who'd absolutely love what you do" came back to me, and I hit upon the idea of creating a profile on a dating website, advertising my 'services'. This I did, and with some success - I've met some lovely women, from all walks of life, and some remain friends to this day. A few years down the line, though, and that dating site feels a little stale, so here I am, on FriendFinder-x. I know those women are out there - are you one of them? |
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