One Man’s Perspective: Fingering a Woman

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An in-depth look at the mind of a man during the act of fingering a woman.


Note: The goal of this piece is to allow women a window into the mind of a man — so that you the reader, “finger-er” or “finger-ee”, may partake in the thought pattern of somebody as this hot-as-fuck act takes place. The notion idea of this series of pieces is to help you to understand what is going through our heads during certain very intimate acts, like eating pussy or fingering a woman, or anal or vaginal penetration, phone sex, and other topics. I especially explore the thoughts that come to us during the moment while the act is taking place. These will be titled here as One Man’s Perspective: <insert tasty sin here>.

This is part of the series titled One Man’s Perspective.


Fingering, in general. I remember the first time my hands touched a girl’s kitty. It was the summer of 8th grade heading into 9th — yeah, I was devil in my youth — but I just thought me and this new girl would be making out and kissing, like was normal in my experience up until that point.

Hell, I was just happy to be out past dark. I was too shy and too much a gentlemen-in-the-making to make such a brave move on a girl and go for her boobs, let alone her pussy. Besides, she was way the fuck out of my league, one of the hottest girls in my grade, yet she was the one pushing the limits that night on her patio. We were moving along on her terms, not mine. I can’t believe her name escapes me now, but then again she moved to Sacramento that summer and I never saw her again.

I remember being completely floored when I touched it. The wetness. The warmth. The scent. All of it. The entire experience. Touching a pussy — that was my first introduction to one. Not fucking. Not oral. Not even seeing it.

Nope. My first introduction to a woman’s most sacred land was with my hand.

The sense of touch was the first sense awakened in me of the other gender’s most personal body part. That body part, that would eventually shape so much of my future, yet one summer night a really pretty girl that I hardly knew would be my first hello to that new chapter in my life.


Years have passed now, but it still seems that this exact same mental state and feeling visits me, every single time my fingers slide over a clit and lips. That same mental image I had decades ago still harnessed in me for a brief moment.

My now-experienced hands slide across sweet, wet and warm lips, ultimately dipping inside a woman’s viscosity, to push inside my submissive woman, hear her gasp, feel her warmth, and witness the reactions that follow.

Unlike then — now, I know, what it does to her.

Now I know, how to make it feel amazing for her.

Now. Now I am a dangerous force to be reckoned with. No matter how hard you could try, you do not possess the willpower in your body to ignore me, once I have you.

I know her spots. I know where the source of her happiness is. I know every zone, very well. I know how long, how firm, and how wet I need it to be.

I know how to make her crawl out of her skin.

I know how to bring her to the brink, then ease back right when she is about to climax because I sense her climax as she does, so I build it up more by teasing her, and then start again, and then eventually release her orgasms.

All.

With.

My.

Fingers.

Yeah…fingering a woman. Settle in, ladies. This one paints a picture of what I think about as I do it, through a series of approaches I have discovered in which I used these digits on your lady bits, Miss.

The “Hello World”. A woman’s clit should have a Staples logo on it because if there is an Easy Button, it is a little pink bean just above where those pretty lips come together, with a little hood keeping her safe from the rain. She has as many nerve endings as a penis, in case you are keeping score.

I reach down between your legs and look you in the eyes. I am looking for a sign in your eyes as I do it. Not necessarily for permission, but for excitement. If you are getting happy, I rub your clit for a few seconds only, as well as your lips, then bring your scent back up to my mouth so I can taste my fingers.

I taste. I suck. I spit a nice thickness to lube up your clit and then soft, firm, and eventually hard and fast circles over your clit. I pull your lips apart and out of my way with my thumb and pinky. I have my index and middle fingertips right over your clit and in a no time, I am watching your knees fold inward as you are still standing upright.

This shit is just too easy. One orgasm down. I can start keeping score now.

This is my “Hello World” program. My introduction to your body. My shot across the bow that this motherfucker came to win, so “settle in” cupcake, because we are just getting started.

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The Torment. Teasing a woman, or better yet, edging her, is one of those things that I always feel needs to be understood and thought through well. At the moment, denying a woman’s orgasm is as torturous for me as it is for her, possibly more.

I also know, I am different than most men in this area. I have no willpower to just rub her pussy, watch her almost cum, then take it away, then start, then stop, then start, then stop. I just want to fucking make her scream in bliss so fucking bad it eats at me. But nonetheless, I can and will do it, because I know that if I do, the orgasm that awaits is so much stronger if I do.

So, little lady lay back and let me tickle your lips and clit for 30 minutes straight. An hour? Each time you get close to cumming, I am going to stretch, count to 10, and start again slowly. You will be almost in tears after the first 10 minutes. It will want nothing more than to devour your dripping wet pussy.

But I have to wait. I have to edge you. Non-stop.

Eventually, these two fingers rubbing your pussy will push you to the brink. But this time they will not back away. Two fingers, with one hand, will rub your clit while my other hand’s fingers will enter your tortured pussy, find your battered G spot, and you will come together like a nebula formed inside yourself, just in time to burst like a supernova.

My fingers tortured you, but it was the timing and my thoughtfulness and planning that made you collapse under your own gravitational pull.

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The Assist. When I am inside you, sometimes I look for an assist. Like a game of basketball or hockey, I am looking to another to help me break you down a little bit more. Any way I can, so maybe I reach for your clit as my cock slides inside you. Or maybe my fingers become my method to provide you with the feeling of double penetration as those thick fingers slide inside your pussy as my cock fills your ass, or maybe my cock is in your pussy, so my fingers fill your ass.

Either way, my fingers are a supplement. My cock is the superstar but you are the main event, and I just need an assist.

As I switch positions, you should be smart enough by now to know I am thinking in these terms. As you lay on your back and I spit on my cock, nestle it against your ass, and reach for the lube, you probably should expect three fingers will be inside your pussy very soon.

Or maybe I bend you over, doggy style. Two fingers inside your ass so I can feel my cock glide past my fingertips as a peace sign splits inside you.

Maybe just a total mind fuck as your clit is getting worked as I pound your cervix. Either way, I am looking for another way to break you. So I use my always-reliable fingers to do it.

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The Forced Internal. Often known as, The Squirt. This one will make you walk funny for a couple of days if you are not used to it.

To make this happen right, you need leverage and unlike fingering a girl normally, that “come here” motion is your enemy. I am thinking this as I crawl up beside you in bed.

As I put one arm on your stomach or chest to hold you down, I am putting my ringer and middle fingers inside you, cupping them, and my forearm is going to burn. Mentally, I am preparing for winter. Sometimes this takes a while and when your arm is on fire, it feels like an eternity.

Yet, it always seems to happen, no matter how much you hear “I cannot squirt or at least I never have before.” Just sit back and let me see about that.

It is beautiful to watch your face afterward. This “holy shit” moment that takes place after you look at the bedsheets and your legs and my soaked hand.


So, that is my take on fingering, or at least, in part. Look for more with this tag.

-TRD

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