Nectar of Godliness
by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, July 8, 2004 00:10:50
Live and learn. There are so many delights in this life oft taken for granted; and it is altogether too easy to assume that a thoroughly enjoyable activity would be pleasing to everybody. Thus, I was in shock to see that a woman could refuse to be on the receiving end of cunnilingus.
“It’s icky,” she says (emphasis hers). Say what!? Making such an allegation in my presence is tantamount to telling an addict that cocaine is “icky”.
Few but prudes and morons would argue that the physical topology and texture of the vagina is anything but heavenly, and I have been made aware that controversy and insecurity usually center on the liquids emitted therefrom. And any expert enjoyer of females can attest that the sweet ambrosia of her nether lips is a drug.
As such, I proudly proclaim myself a junkie. Nature hath dictated that no greater or more potent aphrodisiac may be had than the scents and tastes of the genitalia; and the juices of female arousal are downright magical, causing males in particular of every highly evolved species to lose all sense of sanity in an insatiate frenzy of raw, primal lust. This may be scientifically observed, and I will also attest to knowledge granted by personal experience. My face buried in a vagina, I yearn to drink of this liquid ecstasy, immerse myself in it bodily, to inhale its essence and saturate myself with it.
Pussy juice is not just a drug merely for the altered states of consciousness and ravenous desires it can induce; it is addictive as the most powerful narcotic. When deprived thereof, I yearn for it; I crave its taste and its fragrance; I go mad with daydreams and fantasies of lining up a harem of suitable females all in a row and bringing my mouth from betwixt the legs of one to the next, gorging myself on vulvae aplenty, indulging and reveling in each individual odalisque’s subtly unique flavor. No “icky” substance could ever induce a ravenous appetite, or else the icky must be beautiful and the delicious, noxious; truly, only a complete inversion of values could cause such a confusion as to the wondering praise the cunt deserves from any connoisseur of the female flesh.
The afore-referenced woman who is uncomfortable with her pussy being orally stimulated did propose that she might have an easier time of it if her lover were to tie her up and leave her no choice in the matter, keeping her still by force and sending her squirming by skill. She was afraid only that a party to her carnal enjoyments might lie outright and claim to enjoy being on the mouth-end of cunnilingus while secretly loathing it. While in all honesty I can speak only for myself, I say to that, balderdash, stuff and nonsense; and furthermore, might I hint that her fantasy of being licked by force is no great burden to fulfill. Were she ever to come under the gentle ministrations of my hands (and tongue), she would quite probably in short order find herself bound hand and foot and orally teased to the edge of insanity.
But of course, don’t take my word for it. For those disinclined to stray into unknown pastures, social-historical support may be needed for the act of cunnilingus (literally, in Latin, close to “cunt licking”). And when moral authority is required, there is but one ultimate font of traditional wisdom towering above all of Western culture: The Holy Bible. Let us seek therein an answer as to whether or not pussy-sucking is an activity to be encouraged.
Song of Solomon Chapter 7 starts with praise of the female subject’s feet and moves upwards. The passage relevant to our quest for moral sanction is located quite logically between eloquent words of admiration for her thighs and her chest. As stated in one contemporary translation of Song 7:2, “Your navel is a wine glass filled to overflowing.”
All other translations I have seen have a similar concept: That of the subject’s navel being filled with sweet wine. However, the Christian translators were known to have been rather prudish; and I have it on good authority that where they write “navel”, the original Hebraic wording more accurately describes an area of the female anatomy distinctly southwards of the belly button. (N.b., the entire Song of Songs, שיר השירים, is sprinkled with delightful metaphors that I suspect are references to oral sex. I would appreciate enlightenment from anybody conversant in Biblical Hebrew.)
In matters of sexual interaction with the human female, it would indeed be wise to heed the advice of a legendary king who collected wives the way a shopping-crazy woman with a credit card in uptown Manhattan acquires shoes. He speaks with the that special insight gained by experience—in this case, copious experience with eating pussy. Plus, there is, you know, the whole matter of his having been granted wisdom directly from God. So a better endorsement of cunt-licking could not be had.
All females and males who do females enjoy, have at it with joy and gusto. The world of femininity has spread her legs before you and is ready for your mouth.
Update 2004-07-08: Vikki, the author of the originally cited piece, responds here.