Getting to know Luna’s pussy

Most of the time, I find pussies scrutable. I have no trouble discerning what feels good, what feels bad, what heightens pleasure, what diminishes it. It’s all very intuitive for me, and seemingly effortless. Whether it’s with a finger, or my tongue, or a combination, when I set myself to a woman’s cunt, I generally find myself feeling a bit like I imagine a good violinist feels picking up a new violin – exploring, learning, yes, but quickly mastering.

With Luna? This isn’t how it has gone. At. All.

This isn’t to complain. On some level, I’m not a master of pussy; I’m a lifelong student of it. So the opportunity to contend with a finicky, inscrutable one is a rare and welcome challenge. (Although, as I wrote previously, my inability to master it instantly is a bit of a blow to my fragile ego.)

The other night, I found myself with my head between Luna’s legs, two fingers thrust deep in her cunt, my tongue resting, firmly, but still, against her clit, and I began to discern some of what had thus far eluded me about the workings of Luna’s pleasure.

She doesn’t want her clit vibrated, jiggled, touched repeatedly. No, that’s just too much stimulation for her. What she wants is slow, gentle, steady, but firm, pressure. Maybe slight variations in that pressure, but only delivered gradually – not in pulses, but in slow crescendos and decrescendos. She doesn’t want her pussy pounded by my fingers, she doesn’t want them sliding in and out, hard. She wants my fingers in there, deep – two? three? more? She wants the sensation of fullness, more than the sensation of friction, or vibration, or pounding.

And interestingly, there’s a disjuncture between what her pussy wants and what her brain wants. Her brain, she tells me, wants a good pounding: she wants me on top of her, pounding hard, endlessly. But that’s not what her pussy was telling me. Her pussy was saying, “Yes, fill me, but then rest still, or close to it. Overwhelm me with sensations. Fill me, press against my interior, press against my clit. Press – hard – against my pubis. I want pressure, everywhere.”

So that’s what I did. I gave her pressure. Everywhere.

More on that night, to come….

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