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Clitoris Adorer
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Clitoris Adorer Lady Casilda, in a comment on my post on Natalie Angier's writing about the clitoris in Woman: An Intimate Geography, wrote, "I know you are a clitoris adorer. Tell me what you think, what you feel about it." Here is my first riff on answering this beautiful question: Confession: I love those moments when I first can manifest my manhood to a woman in its full glory and power and beauty. I love the way my cock aroused, before the eyes of a woman, defies gravity, and gives me a levity of soul and spirit. I also love it that my cock is natural (or uncut) so it enables me to play a bit with it, a little hide and seek if you will, veiling and then revealing my plum-purple cockhead in its slickness and sensitivity. But however much I love the eloquence of my cock in its full arousal, its revelation before the eyes of a woman who desires me pales in comparison to the delight, the joy, the thrill, the bliss I take in unfolding a woman, parting open her mind and heart, and then her legs, and then one set of lips and another, going on this pilgrimmage, so then, ultimately, with eyes and tongue and kisses I can behold and worship her clit. I love worshipping at the altar of a loving, intimate relationship with a woman, and for me, in the most intimate moments, a woman's pussy is my altar, and her clit my cross that I want to kiss and pleasure to ascend into the bliss, the heaven, the joy, the swelling and cresting, the crescendo of her coming. I love it when I'm in bed with a woman, and I begin to go down on her, leaving a trail of kisses from lips to neck to nipple and belly and to inner thigh, and I look into her eyes, and I see her beckoning me, inviting me, desiring me to spread her apart wide, and open her, as her gift to me, and then I unwrap her, and find the ruby beyond price, her clit, budding, pulsing, throbbing, glowing. I then love looking up again at her eyes, as I slip and slide my finger inside her to feel and tease the roots of her clit from inside her pussy (as I look upon the G-spot as the root system of the clit, with the clit the bud, the pollen seed, of her orchid, her rose). As I glance back and forth, from clit to her eyes, from body to soul, I love sensing the connection between her soul and her clit, as I also play with her nipples, triggering or switching on or sending more messages along the hot wire that runs from her nipple to clit. I also look upon her clit as a little sun, so full of life force and energy, something like the pellet of a nuclear reactor, and the sight of it gives such a surge to my own energy, and I see it and I want to make it explode, and its explosion, fuse us together, tightly, beautifully, mystically, magically.  As I think of the clit, I also think of our earth, with its molten,<b> red hot </font></b>core, that can be glimpsed when we look down into a volcano, and I love looking upon her clit as the tip of the volcano, and I then I love plunging down into her volcano, deep into her heat, her fire, her core, thrusting to make her come, to spill her lava, and for us then to kiss and go pacific, an island unto ourselves. |
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4/20/2010 1:38 am |
Ms. V., You are always welcome to take whatever liberties you desire with my posts (and me). Thank you for the link. BC
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4/19/2010 10:39 am |
You know how to appeal to my Swedish side. Yes, I love the vision of you spread out before me on a bed as my smorgasbord, och jag kommer till dig så hungrig, så törstig Och jag vill att ni zigenare dansar före min majstången. Tack så mycket för kommentarer som alltid inspirerar och glädje och provocera (thank you for your commentary that always inspires and delights and provokes).
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4/17/2010 8:45 pm |
I am without words... Gracias. Inteligencia=erotismo 
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You have such a way......
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Well written. Probably no surprise, though, that I'd love the volcanic imagery. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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