In truth Vikki, it goes both ways.
As a grown man, I’m still coming to terms with the reasons why I always thought it was so necessary to repress my sexual urges and fantasies.
I think it may have something to do with my upbringing and one of my earliest memories was seeing my first woman in the nude in a bunch of magazines that belonged to my friend’s father. At the ripe old age of 12 I “borrowed” one, took it home and hid it in my bedroom. The very next day my mother confronted me with the magazine in her hand and proceeded to tell me that she didn’t allow that “filth” in her house. Sex was bad, I thought.
Sexual liberation is in my sights but it’s a work in progress. I must say that reading this journal helps immensely and I think mostly because you seem to have the knack of of showing that there are women out there who aren’t just into the three-minute, count-the-cracks-in-the-ceiling, missionary-style sex who additionally and most importantly are not freaks because they can truly harness their fantasies and make their physical dreams a reality.
It could of course be worse. My girlfriend confided in me that she has never, ever had an orgasm. Not with any one of the various guys she’s slept with, not with me and not even by herself, although she’s tried until she’s exhausted her fingers and almost every sterile device in her home.
Although it’s a bit of a different situation, she mentioned to me that she dreams of having me physically hold her down while I head down to her nether region with my mouth. I’ve always been more than happy to go there with her in particular but it’s not icky for just some guys, it’s not icky for a lot of guys. It’s only ever a problem when the area has a strong, offensive odour or taste and from my experiences women who have that issue are few and far between. As long as it’s kept clean for the most part, it’s greatly enjoyable because it’s soft against your face and you often have a great view of your woman in about as compromising a position as she can be. There’s something indescribable about a women exposing herself to you in that manner and diving in there. Of course, if she starts touching herself and at least appears to be trying to enjoy it, it adds to the motivation to keep going.
I don’t find cocks erotic. I have one and I can’t imagine putting my mouth around another or even worse, tasting the goo that at times comes out of it. It’s icky. However, if someone else wants to give it my attention (and in this case my girlfriend), I won’t constrain her to my personal tastes.
I’m thinking I may have to try out the forced cunni-what sometime soon. The goal of the big-O will have to be put on hold for a while because I feel that too much pressure of achieving it could be detrimental but I’m definitely willing to try to get her there by trying again and again.

The foolish men who dislike doing the tongue for their ladies are a disgrace to the gender.
Provided that my paramour has the courtesy to ensure her cleanliness, I simply adore smelling the musky perfume and tasting her moist desire. There's no feeling as wonderful as teasing her to the very ege of release - - and holding her there - - until she's wracked with the primal, animalistic NEED to climax. For a woman who appreciates it (reciprocity is soooo important) and can relax enough to let the enjoyment sweep over her (it's not an intellectual exercise, don't be so self-conscious!), it can be an amazingly emotionally intimate experience.

Dear Vikki:

I have emailed you my first note, as I am quite new here. I might not have written here had I not read,

"Those who do not play nicely will not be allowed to play in this sandbox!"

I did...play in a sandbox. I was 8, JA was nine, a redhead with quite long legs. She was among small group of us who played "doctor". :-) We also traded oral tasting. Quite true.

The one I remember with glee and laughs from my fem therapist is the first time JA took me in her mouth. She was eating "Crackerjacks", can you believe? Some hot story huh? :-)

imouse