Gynephile

This is an excerpt from my pri­vate cor­re­spon­dence with a dear friend who was lament­ing over men in gen­eral and one man in par­tic­u­lar and jok­ingly said, “Too bad I don’t like vagina.”

I will have you know, young lady, that there is a lot more to a woman than her pussy. Often­times I have explored her for hours before I even get that far. Some­times, I have never even both­ered get­ting that far; just mak­ing out for hours has been suf­fi­ciently emo­tion­ally sat­is­fy­ing. Some­times, leav­ing her with both of us burn­ing like that, emo­tion­ally sat­is­fied but phys­i­cally starv­ing, is incred­i­bly delicious.

Don’t get me wrong; I love that part of her body and it is mag­i­cal to me, but after imprint­ing on her face and play­ing with her hair and kiss­ing her and tast­ing her makeup and bit­ing her neck and lick­ing her col­lar­bones and kiss­ing her and grasp­ing her breasts and pinch­ing her nip­ples and kiss­ing her while she gasps and chok­ing her and kiss­ing her while chok­ing her and push­ing your fin­gers into her mouth and paint­ing her face with those wet fin­gers and kiss­ing her, a few hours will have flown away just like that.

And then you start undress­ing her.

Or not. I am begin­ning to real­ize the sen­su­al­ity of reach­ing under­neath her clothes and feel­ing her with­out nec­es­sar­ily see­ing my hand and exactly where it is. It’s almost naughty in a way. And it seems to heighten my sense of touch.

Just pulling away enough of her clothes to expose what I want from her…

And that is only about her body. Imag­ine when you take the time to just look into her eyes and trace her lips with your fin­ger­tip and you cup her face in both your hands and you make to kiss her and you stop just before touch­ing her lips with yours and just breathe in her breath until she starts mak­ing those invol­un­tary lit­tle whim­per­ing noises that she is com­pletely unaware of that she makes.

Imag­ine when you reach her heart and she opens up to you and blos­soms like a flower before your very eyes.

I love pussy. It is mag­i­cal to me how it gets warm and wet and wel­com­ing and invit­ing and how her body is designed to accept me inside it. But still, that is only a tiny lit­tle frac­tion of the whole mag­nif­i­cent crea­ture in your arms.

Can you tell that I’m a gynephile? Grins.