Female Orgasm: Why I Want You and How to Conquer You?
Having a tongue that knows what it’s doing is a luxury.😈
For years, oral sex was a frustrating and dull experience. Not because of me — but because the men who touched me were as clumsy as an elephant in a china shop.
Today, when a skilled tongue devours me with mastery, I arch my back and let myself get lost in overwhelming ecstasy.
Most sexual encounters I had were worthy of a “how not to pleasure a woman” manual. It was like they were licking melted ice cream, with no rhythm or pressure.
The result? A bored vagina and a clitoris begging for help.
The worst part was enduring in silence. That awkward silence of not knowing how to guide the lost tongue wandering aimlessly between my legs.
Because we were taught to be submissive, not to hurt the male ego, to fake moans when what we really wanted was to roll our eyes in frustration.
The great sexual epiphany came when I took control of my pleasure. When I realized I could and should demand more.
It took finding someone who knew how to transform my vagina into an instrument of pleasure, who understood that the clitoris isn’t an elevator button to be pressed without criteria.
