One of the things I love to do most of all is eating pussy. I have had several times where, usually in the morning just after waking, I will go down on her. It is great because her flesh is so soft from being at rest all night combined with the scent of her evening shower and a light fragrance of her favorite perfume still lingering. I always "stay" with her until I hear the moans and gasps of her climax as I eagerly lap the juices up. I do not want nor need anything in return to satisfy me, because by her giving to me her passion is satisfying.
Taking my incessant taste for eating pussy, I have taken it another step further. Setting the mood for love by the more important mind foreplay during the course of the evening and in some cases stemming from earlier in the day makes for the most pleasurable time at night.
During the early evening or late afternoon, I begin setting the play into motion. The pampering, if you will, of her wants, such as getting her a glass of her favorite beverage without her prompting. A deliberate gentle brushing against her as we pass by each other in a room or hallway. A compliment given freely about how she may look or what she may be wearing. Going to the garden and clipping a single rose and handing it to her with a firm kiss on her lips.
Progressing, I offer her a back rub or a foot massage, or anything that would make her feel pampered. Listening is equally important. I will ask her how her day was and just let her release any pent up frustrations about work or life in general. Usually I will only comment or ask an occasional question to help her purge her thoughts. Once she has relieved her mental stress, I now move to the next level, dinner.
It's a good thing that cooking is another passion of mine. When it comes to setting the mood for love, a fine dinner prepared with desire and love fits nicely. Usually, a nice thick steak with a baked potato and freshly tossed salad are the right ingredients. While she showers, I prepare the meal. And when she emerges from a refreshing shower, I begin to describe what I have cooked. I begin with the meal on the plates and we are seated. I describe the salad to her, by saying " Look at the tender leaves of the salad. Notice how soft and tender and green they are. I'll bet they will feel like soft velvet when you place them into your mouth as they lay on your tongue."
Then the baked potato is next for description. "See how the meat of the spud blossoms from the slit in the skin? Watch the steam rise from the center of the slit. Now I will dribble the drawn butter all over the hot meat. Ooooo, see how the butter seeps down into all of the nooks and crannies of the potato? Here, let me add a big dollop of fresh sour cream. It perches perfectly in the middle of the slit. It's so white and thick as it sits atop the steaming slit!"
Finally, the steak comes up for description. " look at that thick, juice filled hunk of meat. It's so plump! Now take the steak knife and draw it through the center of that hot piece of meat. Look at the pinkish red meat in the middle. Watch as the juices stream from it and puddle around the incision. Carve a morsel and place it on your tongue. Feel your tongue tingle with the flavor of the juice that oozes from it. Now slowly bite it. Can you feel the tender flesh slowly succumb, as your teeth begin to tear at it?"
Now that the meal is finished and the table has been cleared and the kitchen has been returned to her satisfaction by me, we venture yet another step closer to sexual abyss. Now I take my shower while she relaxes. Once everything is squeaky clean and the face has been shaved to a smooth surface, do I emerge from the shower and softly walk into the bedroom to set the ambiance. The bed gets turned down to make it look inviting. The candles are lit around the room and soft sensual music is turned on the CD player. It is then that I go to retrieve her and lure her with more forward advancements.