A Guide to Eating The Box the RIGHT Way

Throughout my trysts I notice one thing. Men as a whole TRULY have no clue how to eat a box. There are definitely exceptions to this as I have had some that were so wonderfully excellent that my box jumps for joy just thinking about it. There are some dudes who have an absolute addiction to it and that’s cool too, just don’t try to skimp out on the dick because then we have problems. There are also dudes that seemingly don’t care to do it all. *insert horrific face here* I’m sure they had a bad experience with one *read – a nasty box*

*cringe*

There are dudes who do it just because they know you want it but don’t do it with any kind of personality. This could be because of reactions that they may have gotten in the past…women being to scared to tell them that they are doing it wrong and moan just because…causing the guy to think he’s doing an exceptional job – when In FACT, she’s just fueling this mortifying method and the next chick is going to have to suffer because she couldn’t man up and tell him – or ASSIST him in doing it the right way.

A dude that KNOWS he knows what he's doing is a turn on for me. Let me paint a picture for you.

He backed me into his bedroom, still lip locked, kissing me with such euphoric fervor that my knees began to tremble and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. His hands firmly holding the small of my back as we padded to the California king-sized bed that was adorned with a multitude of pillows that accented the warm tones of the room. As the back of my calves came up against the side of the bed, he tightened his grip on me so I wouldn’t lose my balance. With our tongues still exploring each others mouths in delight he brought his hands to the back of my high-waisted skirt and unzipped it, gently tugging the skirt over my curvy hips. As the skirt gave way and dropped to the floor, he wrestled his mouth away from mine, his hands sliding down my thighs until he fell to his knees onto the carpet coming face to face with my freshly shaped airport landing strip. Feeling his breath on my box caused my knees to shake uncontrollably. He took notice and brought his hands to the back of my knees holding them until they relaxed. As I looked down at him, he looked up and winked at me before burying his nose into my clit and moaning at the greeting of my shea butter scent. He tried to say something but his voice cracked with desire the moment he opened his mouth. Placing both of my hands around the back of his head I pulled his face into me. His thick tongue met my clit with patience as he slowly flicked it at he tip of it, baiting me…teasing me. Moans escaped my throat despite my trying to quiet them. His tongue gyrated against the bottom of my clit and the top of vulva causing my entire body to tremble as I tried to push his head away. He tightened is grip around my legs pushing his tongue down and up into me. His lips closed around the top of my clit and stood still for a few moments. My chest was heaving with desire and my eyes were burning with tears from him feeling so good. He began to pulse his tongue between my walls slowly…silently. His tongue felt like it was riding a wave within my walls…back and forth, up and down…I squeezed my walls tighter around his tongue and he moaned. Pressing the ball of my foot against the crotch of his pants that were getting tighter every second – he grabbed the back of my ass pulling me further into his face if that was even possible. He slid his tongue out of my pussy tracing the outer lips around and around as my eyes rolled closed. He pressed his tongue against one side and pulsed his tongue against the lip seemingly trying to become one with it. I tried to call his name but was so stuck in desire I only spoke in tongues. He looked up into my eyes and moaned “Mmmhmm.” He went over to the other lip and did the same, all the while watching my face and body responding to his touch. He brought his tongue back to my center and rammed his tongue into me…this time not pulsing, but stroking. In and out…in and out. On the stroke out, he slurped my love out. The suckling sounds of him having this extraordinary conversation with my box caused my body to rock as I began to cum all over his mouth. He said nothing as he moaned and continued to suck it out. He stopped for a moment and pulled back and looked at me. His goatee was shiny with my juices and I longed to taste myself on his mouth. I reached down to pull his face up but he pulled away.

“No babe, not yet….”

My pussy was engorged and felt swollen and I desperately wanted cock. He stood up and unbuttoned my silk blouse until it fell to the floor reaching around to my back to unfasten my bra. As my breasts jumped free he laid me onto the bed bringing his mouth down over my left breast…sucking softly, running his teeth gently over the tip of my nipple. I gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing my skin paired with the warmth of his mouth on me. I reached out to him, but he slid out of my grasp back down to nirvana. Blowing on my clit, he used his right index finger and thumb to open me up. He blew softly into the opening as his tongue delved into the folds of me. Sliding his tongue back out he kissed me there. Soft, full, wet kisses that caused my hips to raise, and the piercing screams to rip from my throat as I came once more. He pulled back to watch my juices ooze down my pussy and brought his mouth over them before they hit the bed. Call him Mr. Clean Up if you will.

“Do you like it babe?”

I couldn’t speak but I nodded as I looked down at him through hazy eyes. He finally brought his face to mine as I grabbed the back of his head pulling his mouth to me so I could clean myself off of his face. The combination of me on him tasted delicious. I reached down to unbutton his pants and he assisted me in taking them off, his dick springing upward as if it were freed from its cage. As I continued to suck myself off of his face he positioned himself at my wet opening and thrust inside with such fury that my breath caught in my throat.



Ladies now let me ask you this…isn’t this how you would LOVE to be eaten? Isn’t this the ONLY way to be eaten? (I'm not even including the tossing of your salad right now.) Not having your clit flicked at like a lizard is down there right? Not having a man licking ONLY the clit and never once ATTEMPTING to take his tongue for a stroll into the walls? I understand and hear your pain ladies. It’s time to speak up and train these dudes to get the job done right.

Fellas, if you are open to be coached and your ego won’t get in the way, let us HELP you help US. Y’all claim to be on a mission to satisfy us in bed right? (Well some of y’all anyway)

Talk to me. What say you?



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