Instructions For Worshipping P*ssy
Prep time: 35-50 years
Cook time: 1 hour, possibly longer
Servings: 2
Warning: Do not assume this is a contest of your prowess. The second you make this about your ability to get me off, you have lost me.
Step One: Stop
This is not a race. Make me comfortable. Remove my shirt and pants with care, slowly. Unhook my bra and let the straps fall off my shoulders. Make sure my panties are in place. Tell me how beautiful I am, how sexy, how devastatingly enticing. Make sure I’m relaxed. Make sure you’re relaxed. You have my full attention, anticipation. Use it. Remember your goal. Take your time, I promise I won’t be bored.
Step Two: Look
Bend my knees and splay my legs into a lazy butterfly pose. Observe the dampness of my panties. Watch my chest rise and fall as my breathing becomes shallower, as my lips part, my tongue wets them, my teeth bite them. Notice how my pupils dilate as I lock eyes with you. Wait for me to settle.
Step Three: Touch
Start by playing with my hair, combing it out with your fingers, massaging my scalp. Rub behind my ears, my temples, the spot where my skull meets my neck. Smooth the crease between my eyebrows and butterfly-tap my cheeks and lips with your fingertips. Do not put anything in my ear or nose. Do give me your finger to suck on for a few moments before you draw a line down the center of my chin, down my neck, to my collar bone.
Trace my bones like you are inventing petroglyphs, like you are making a map for future generations to read. Kiss the inside of my elbow, palm my armpit. Put my breasts in your hands, each one, feel their weight, squeeze them. Trace circles around my nipples until they harden.
Rub your face all over my chest, ribs and belly, inhale my pussy like it’s the best thing you’ve ever smelled. Nudge your nose just inside my labia. Do not lick. Not yet. Run your hands along my hips and lift them just enough to get my ass in your hands. Squeeze. Hard. I want to feel how strong your hands are.
Trace your fingertips along the edges of my panties, feel the fabric, lightly, gently. Smile when I tilt my hips up ever so slightly, wordlessly. When you notice that I might bite through my lip, slide my panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor.
Or, sweetly fold them like a precious package.
Unfold my pussy lips like flower petals, gently looking and touching, not penetrating.
You are a worshiper, you are an acolyte.
Step Four: Taste
With my pussy open before you, my scent plumping your desire, making your mouth water, take your first taste.
Your first taste comes through your olfactor, before your tongue makes contact.
Open your mouth, feel the saliva start to fill it in anticipation, inhale the aroma that you know so uniquely well. Let your breath cascade across my skin in hot hungry waves.
Now—take the kind of taste you would take of your favorite food, prepared for satisfaction, ready to feel relaxation in your bones, the taste of home. Keep your tongue soft, gentle, but not shy. Use it to explore my vulva, to claim it, to know it.
Fill your mouth with my salty and sweet, my earthy and tangy. Let my wetness mingle in your mouth with your own. Slide your tongue inside my slickness while you suck.
With your two first fingers in a V, bring my labia together and trap my clit underneath. Find her with your tongue. Squeeze and massage gently. Remember the wishbone shape of my clitoris, like two bow-legs below a shy head. Those V fingers are keeping her at attention below and above. Allow your tongue to play. Allow yourself to be messy, to slurp, to laugh. Eating pussy should never be a chore. Slide your fingers inside me to reach that spongy spot, massage it from the inside while you suck it from the outside. My hips will be wildly moving, you will need to pin them to the bed to do your work.
Step Five: Listen
With your face buried deep between my legs, your air supplied in short humid bursts, your tongue and your fingers busily knowing me, listen to my sounds. Am I humming tunelessly? That’s nice, we like that. Am I silent? Return to Step One. Am I gasping and whimpering and moaning? Yes. Continue. Continue in the exact same way. This is not the time to change course, to speed up, or to try a new trick. Are you struggling to keep me from bucking you off the bed, and am I gripping a pillow to my face to muffle my screaming? Stay the course.
Let me listen as well. To your moans of pleasure, to the way you are enjoying me. When you moan into my pussy I feel the deep vibrations of your mouth and throat but more importantly, I feel your joy, and nothing turns me on like you, being turned on. You will know to slow your rhythm when I am no longer laughing, moaning, bucking, and whimpering. You will see the calm, glowing smile of a goddess. You will feel my fingers relax along your scalp, my legs go slack. I will whisper something so quietly that you will slide up to put your ear to my lips, “what’s that?”
Step 6: Hold Me
When you have wrung every bit of pleasure out of me, when you are rightly proud of yourself, hold me. Stroke my hair. That is all. Except, maybe, get me a glass of water. Even goddesses get thirsty.
WRITING PROMPT: Write instructions for someone to go down on you. You can start wherever you’d like: when their face is right in front of it, or further back, including what makes you want to let them go down on you (or write from your approach/seduction to them!)