Making Love To Another WomanThere is a much softer, more sensuous, gentler rythym to making love to another woman than there is to making love with a man. It goes slower and much less hectic, much less urgent, much less demanding. More finesse and less force. More time spent lingering over the breasts, the nipples, the kisses and more time exploring one another's body. The excitement builds slowly but steadily, with the fires of passion being gently fanned and nurtured along, until both of us are eventually on fire with hungry desire, eager for climax. Then there is that moment when I go down on a woman, my lips pressed to her nether lips in the most obscene and erotic kiss, my tongue snaking out to slither along the delicate petals of her ***** lips, teasing and inflaming as I go. The tip of my tongue snaking between her ***** lips to dip into the syruppy juices pooling in her pink slit. I slither and snake my tongue over every inch of her most tender pink flesh, teasing and driving her to ever higher levels of excitement. Then I begin to attack her ****, flicking my tongue back and forth over the quivering nub, pausing to suck on it and to nibble at it before I resume swirling my tongue over it. I am rewarded by hearing her girlish whimpers of pleasure, her gasps of excitement and feeling her body tensing as little shocks of pleasure shoot through her. She grasps her hand on the back of my head, pulling my face into her eager *****, urging me on, and I intensify my assualt on her ****, my tongue whipping back and forth over it, until she is crying out with uncontrolled excitement fortelling of her on rushing climax. Until as last, she ****, her body tensing and thrashing about, as she is siezed by involuntary spasms of ****** joy.
It is the most wonderful thing and I love doing it.