Personal Interpretation of Sensuality (Mature)

Starting with kissing and licking a woman's body, starting from the lips, tender, gentle coaxing of our lips, inviting more, then down the line of her neck, delicately raking my teeth along her tensing skin, her sighs tunneling in her throat beneath, while my fingertips trace her outline equally down her shoulders to her forearms, goosebumps and hairs on end, as my tender, gentle kisses have also moved down from her open, hotly breathing mouth to the delicious skin covering her heavy heartbeat, lightly brushing my lips over her breasts, teasingly around the aroused nipples with my lips, my tongue, my teeth.

I'll kiss widely and more deliberately down her stomach, my hands ever as gentle but undeniably more anxious in their intrepid adventure, tickling their fingernails down her spine, discovering her supple rear, their palms squeezing fully, strongly, yet reassuringly, as her legs gently open, aware of my face and its hot breath now down there and allowing me her fragrance, and, after the same light brushing of my lips along each inner thigh, my hands abandon their supple massage and I begin to work my fingers around and along the labia, inviting it open for my mouth to partake of.

In this manner, slowly and deliberately, caringly, I idolize a woman's body overall, before ravaging it, with deep fingering and enthusiastic licking of the vagina and clitoris, drinking from her there as though I'd die without such delectable nourishment.

I love the sounds a woman makes, the rhythm and pulse of her breathing matching exactly to her body moving and rocking. The smell of her heating skin, the taste of her there, inside and on my skin as I kiss, explore, discover every surrounding area, every part of her.

I'm considerate of what's too much, or perhaps she isn't ready yet and would rather just have sex, which is understandable. But if she permits me, I enjoy holding her hips firmly, since they're moving about wildly, to keep her lower body still and I bury my face, using it all to stimulate her, to consume her. Encouraging a woman to feel, bringing her to climax, her building heat to repeated expression, is much more important to me than my own.

I'm surprised at myself for sharing these thoughts tonight, though I do prefer being articulately respectful in every situation always, which I think I do succeed at mostly. Most men, I know, are more concerned with fucking outright, but the patience and attention given to lovemaking is much more erotic and satisfying than simply coming. While all this is happening, for example, I'm always massaging some part of her body with my hands, or running my hands all over her, constant warmth, constant overall stimulation. I don't think men have that kind of patience, and I know some women don't either, but there are many more women who want to feel good all over, and I cherish those generous moments, so few but astoundingly exhilarating they've been in my life.

Anyway, that's what I like.