Wouldn’t it be wonderful?

Weekly (daily) visits to the cunnilingus salon? Once there you might sit, spread-legged, gossip with your neighbours while one of the male/female attendants administers to your ‘needs’ with their restless, burrowing tongue.

The deep, wet pleasure of oral sex should be readily available to every woman on demand. What could be better than having your vulva licked, and surrendering yourself to infinity – feeling your carnal energy disperse, ultimately, in a humongous squirting orgasm?

Bliss, indeed!

The tongue is so much softer than fingers, it provides such gentle stimulation. To be eaten is to be consumed, to ‘die’ with pleasure, becoming food for another person.

Oh, if only such cunnilingus salons were available now – we must start a world-wide campaign for them. Women Demand Cunnilingus Salons! It is a right, a necessity!

Chloe Thurlow summed it all up in her novel, Katie in Love:

“Cunnilingus is a girl’s best friend. Cunnilingus is life. Everything else is just waiting. An orgasm during cunnilingus turns you into an angel. You grow wings and glimpse paradise.”

Well licked

November 24, 2019

Well licked are you,
your clit, those fleshy lips –
well licked, yes, but bitter as hell.
You twist your arse in a certain way
thrusting against my jaw,
and those lips, like the lips of Harlequin,
part to drown me…

I am a trap inside a trap,
an inhabited inhabitant,
an embraced embrace,
a question in answer to a question.

Wisława Szymborska
The Sky

flexibility exercises help keep us mobile and active –


playing the piano – Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No 2 is one of the most popular and recognisable concertos in the classical repertoire


or practice your violin


Or make love


or drown him in passion


or simply sweep him off his feet


or failing that just go to the beach and sunbathe

opens the pleasure box

July 14, 2019

Eating the peach is a meditation. Your mind empties of all the must dos and should have dones. You are pure being. Your lover’s tongue is the key that turns the lock that opens the pleasure box. Life has few perfect moments; moments of cunnilingus score the highest on the sex blissometer.

Chloe Thurlow
Katie in Love

Sunday Breakfast

July 7, 2019

His nostrils flared and he couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her bodily, moving her farther up on the bed, placing her head and shoulders against the pillows, and then pushed up her chemise, crawling between her spread thighs and settling to enjoy what he’d found.

There. There she was, her pretty, pretty pink cunny, all coral lips and wispy dark-blond curls. He hiked her trembling legs over his arms, ignoring her gasp of shocked surprise. He glanced up at once and saw wide, wondering eyes gazing back at him. Her gentlemanly first husband had evidently never done this to her.

More fool he.

Then he bent and feasted.

His nose pressed into her mound, inhaling her woman’s scent, his cock grinding hard into the bed, his tongue licking into tart and salt and her.

Oh God, her.

She squealed at his first touch and tried to squirm away, but he held her fast with his hands on her hips. He almost smiled against her tender flesh, his teeth scraping oh so gently. She might be startled, might be outraged and shocked, but she liked it.

Perhaps even loved it- what he was doing to her.

She was moaning now, low in her throat, making little mewling sounds, so erotic and sweet, her hips twitching against his lips, trying to get more. He opened his mouth, covering her, breathing over her. He stiffened his tongue and speared into her as far as he could reach, his jaw aching. She cried out at that and he felt fingers tangling in his hair.

He withdrew his tongue and moved to her clitoris, taking the small bit of flesh gently between his teeth and pulling. She froze, trembling all over, and he could hear her gasping breaths. He opened his mouth and licked her. Softly. Tenderly.

Thoroughly.

And at the same time he shoved two fingers into her, feeling her wet walls contract against his knuckles, smelling the rise of her arousal.

She arched under him, her soft thighs thrashing restlessly, making no sound, but he knew.

He knew.

He curled the fingers inside her and stroked her wet, silky inner walls as he pulled them back.Then he shoved them again into her, hard and firm, repeating the motion as he suckled her clitoris.
She moaned – loud in the quiet room – and pushed against him, and he felt her tremble and suddenly grow wetter. She shuddered helplessly and he was drunk on her release, his cock a heavy, near-painful throb.

He turned his head and kissed the inside of her soft thigh, listening to her pant.

Elizabeth Hoyt
Duke of Desire

Chaos out of you

August 26, 2018

the kiss

‘It’s such a grey, impossible day,’ she says. She looks at the window, at the cold slanting rain. ‘I’m bored. You should entertain me.’

‘How?’

‘Strip off for starters. I want to see you nude.’ Smiling in that way she has, like a mischievous little girl who’s stolen some sweeties from a forbidden cupboard. ‘You know what I really love?’

‘What?’

‘Submissive men and boys who’d do anything to please me. I love that sound they make, that breathy little moan when they’re trying hard not to cum because I’ve told them they mustn’t. I want to hear you make that noise.’

I pull off blue tee and jeans and stand in front of her in the living room.

‘Make it stiff,’ she says. ‘It’s only half-erect. Rub it hard…Come on, harder!’ She wears purple lycra and black shoes. ‘You mustn’t cum. You understand?’

Yes, yes. I rubbed for her in earnest, rough, rapid strokes. I knew well the games she likes to play. She raises her head on slim neck and laughs gently. Her huge eyes are on the blur of my fist.

‘I’m going to cum.’

‘No! Stop!’ She is staring at my cock which is throbbing and feeling slightly chapped. ‘Lay on the floor in front of the fire,’ she says.

I lay down as instructed. I know what is coming next. She crouches over my face and gently lowers herself. I forget what it’s like to feel anything but fire. Feeling myself now a beastman, an eater of sweet girl flesh. She loves the gasping, desperate way in which I take in air each time she raises her bottom – gulping lungs trying to inflate like a lifejacket in this sea of pussy.

And while she squirms on my face, she rubs my cock, edging it over and over. Repeatedly she leaves me on the brink of ejaculation. Talking all the time. Always these illicit words. Praise and mischief rolling off her tongue. Driving me closer to cum. The she takes her hand away, leaving me feeling raw as a newly slaughtered lamb.

Finally, my Queen, following her fifth climax on her fleshy throne, rises from me. My face is soaking, awash with tidal flow. My poor jaw aches. Here, the antelope’s respite from the lioness. My cock is a frustrated, inflamed swelling, abused in her hands, misused to the point of madness. She has raised a terrible tumult in my circuitry…

I watch her at the window, her stretch. Arms akimbo, she bends from the waist.

‘Come,’ she says. ‘Time to lick out my arse…’

get eaten out

August 13, 2017

I need someone who can keep up with my sex drive lol, someone who I can give a “Look” to, you know what I mean? And seeing my “Look” they’ll know I wanna get dicked hard or pushed onto the nearest surface and get eaten out for an hour or more.

Andrea Stevenson
Secret Desires

What do you tongue on Sunday morning…?

I like going down on a woman because:

The sounds: the way she whimpers; the way she brings it up back to my mouth when I stop licking. The broken moans. Hearing her breathing get harder & feeling her legs shaking, when she looks down at me as I look up at her, and she bites her lip, my gosh. The way her back arches. The way she grinds her clit on my tongue. The death grip on my head right before she cums and her legs give out. The way she pulls me back up & tastes herself on my lips.

Angela Bell
Lipstick Lesbian