[FONT=arial, sans-serif]An email excerpt to a friend[/FONT]
Most women I've "tasted" have a flavor like what you mentioned, kind of neutral, maybe like a melon. With some the flavor is stronger, and with some, it borders on being "gamey." But as their excitement increases, the flavor and associated aroma become less intense, and more pleasing.
I know, I know, TMI.
But if I may continue, you know I really like it when a woman struggles a little. I don't mean in a forcible way, but in a playful manner. For example, I tried to go down on this one woman, and she kept trying to put her legs together, so I gently pried them apart, and pulled her hips to my face. As I tried to eat her out, she kept pulling back. Or as they attain that sudden jolt of pleasure where they must pull back and away, and I feel compelled to pull them to me again. I love it, the feel of her muscles, the coy response . . . it is definitely a prize to be attained.
My cat loves to have her head scratched. She loves it when I dig down hard with my nails into her forehead. I restrain her by her shoulders, and she pushes backwards, as I continue to scratch. Soon she runs away and I chase after her, grabbing her again, digging my nails into her once more, making her purr with pleasure. If I don't have a woman to eat out, petting my cat is almost as good. Well not nearly so, but sometimes it's all I have.
Most women I've "tasted" have a flavor like what you mentioned, kind of neutral, maybe like a melon. With some the flavor is stronger, and with some, it borders on being "gamey." But as their excitement increases, the flavor and associated aroma become less intense, and more pleasing.
I know, I know, TMI.
But if I may continue, you know I really like it when a woman struggles a little. I don't mean in a forcible way, but in a playful manner. For example, I tried to go down on this one woman, and she kept trying to put her legs together, so I gently pried them apart, and pulled her hips to my face. As I tried to eat her out, she kept pulling back. Or as they attain that sudden jolt of pleasure where they must pull back and away, and I feel compelled to pull them to me again. I love it, the feel of her muscles, the coy response . . . it is definitely a prize to be attained.
My cat loves to have her head scratched. She loves it when I dig down hard with my nails into her forehead. I restrain her by her shoulders, and she pushes backwards, as I continue to scratch. Soon she runs away and I chase after her, grabbing her again, digging my nails into her once more, making her purr with pleasure. If I don't have a woman to eat out, petting my cat is almost as good. Well not nearly so, but sometimes it's all I have.