With feeling. Always with feeling. That is how you need to treat vulva. Just as a man can find licking his penis boring, women can't be aroused only by putting fingers into the hole, in and out, in and out. Most of us need something more. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My peach was rarely happy and satisfied during foreplay in my past relationships, and that is not all. It was starting to get dangerously dry, probably out of grief, until I took control downstairs. Lust usually hits me just right before having sex, and the tingling between my legs starts. My panties are always wet. However, when foreign hands touched me below for the first time, the feeling was strange. Movements that were utterly unknown to me. They were bad. It started well; he was kissing my belly and thighs without even coming close to the peach. This feeling of anticipation was incredible. My desire to orgasm grew by the minute. When I took off my panties, I was already in a trance and expecting a big explosion. What could possibly go wrong?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything. Absolutely everything. The guy was touching my clitoris for less than a minute. Before I could even start enjoying, his fingers already disappeared in my peach. First one, then two, three. Faster and faster. Every minute was hurting me more, and every neuron in my brain struggled to enjoy it. I decided to take things into my own hands. I reached for my button with my fingers, I was again on my way towards the orgasm, but the men's fingers in my peach stopped. Why?! Between my legs rested his face with an accusing look. Why are you helping yourself? Why are you impatient? I would have gotten you to the orgasm myself. And because I took that as a sign that he knew more than what he was doing, I left him to do his thing next time. Well, it wasn't better. The order was completely wrong. It was like starting with a dessert and ending with an appetizer. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I decided that everyone would get instructions for the use of my peach. However, I felt terrible with the next guy because he tried but never found the little button between labia. He always ended up with his tongue somewhere in the groin area. And although I helped him a little with my hands, his tongue did not give up. Interestingly, the fingers found the right path to the hole. Again, I preferred to do it myself. At least it didn't bother him. What's more, it aroused him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then good guys, licking professionals worth every minute, slowly started to line up\u2014those who knew how to escalate foreplay, from the begging to the end. Sometimes he was slowly undressing me; sometimes, I was in my Eve costume just after a few seconds. Once naked, the play with my peach began. Licking with occasional breaks but without fingers, just a date of tongue and my button. Gently at the beginning, then faster and stronger. When I was approaching the big O, fingers came to spice things up. At first, they helped the tongue on the button. It felt like a storm between my legs, like heavy rain gently falling on the clitoris. Then the fingers slowly moved lower and disappeared in the peach. Without causing me any pain, they started moving faster and faster and penetrate deeper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I liked it a lot. I got to know the combination of fingers and tongue for the first time. Every time it felt so amazing, I didn't want it to ever end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Later, there were also guys who, to put it mildly, had no idea what to do with the female organ. However, I didn't want to put up with less again. I told them exactly what I wanted, and with some practice and sub-questions, I got the foreplay I had always wanted. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Foreplay needs to be learned, and the knowledge needs to be refreshed once in a while. It's different with every person we share a bed with. Then there are other situations and different levels of arousal. Therefore, we mustn't stop trying with our partner, even when we realize that something suits him. Maybe he will want something completely different in the future. But to become a good fairy who fulfills wishes for those hours, the partner must speak, and we must listen. And by doing so, every one of us will reach the level of a good licker.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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