Going down

I love eating pussy. There’s little I prefer in the world.

So why is it so hard for me to imagine that someone could really, truly enjoy giving me head as much as I love giving it?

I’ll happily spend hours between a woman’s legs. Literally. Hours.

Back when I was paying for it, I sometimes (often) would pay for two (or even three) hours of nothing but head from one, two, or even three women at a time.

Even though I was paying for it, I only did this with women who (allowed me to believe they) genuinely enjoyed it. I notice, now, in my post-paying-for-it existence, I’m hard-pressed to allow a woman to spend more than ten or fifteen minutes at a stretch with my cock in her face.

Admittedly, two (or even three) hours is a really long time. But fifteen minutes isn’t that long. And I just find it truly incomprehensible that a woman could truly be content to spend an infinitude of time with my her head between my legs.

This is in the category of what some call “pathogenic beliefs,” a belief (no woman possibly could enjoy the act of giving me pleasure for its own sake) that has its origins in my infancy, probably, and serves to explain and/or protect me from some childhood wound.

That’s all for now on this subject….