FelixFan1

Eating pussy provides the most profound view of the mystery and meaning of female sex that a man can experience. It’s tasting waters from a high mountain spring with your cupped hands and knowing that this is the fountainhead of a great river that brings forth life and meaning all along previously barren plains. It’s knowing that when those waters empty and efface into the ocean, they will circle back eventually to a similar (or maybe even this particular) spring again in an immortal cycle.

Eating pussy is knowing her sex as a single, quivering leaf on a tree and knowing it’s possible to trace a wildly improbable, unique fractal path of twig, branch and trunk down to the singular miracle of creation. Her briny taste recalls the warm Precambrian tidal pool where inert proteins, lipids and sugars somehow self assembled into the first life.

DATY is pussy worship. What can be more god like and worthy of deification than a void with the power to spontaneously create life from a single drop of the lowliest effusions? She’s the only source of material immortality, and so directly or indirectly is the most valued possession - the impetus and motivation for all action. All other values are proxies for possessing her, and there she is buried in my face.

Eating her is the most visceral, primal way of experiencing her physical nature, and it is knowing her through the most primitive, chemical-based senses. I want to close my eyes and use my tongue to blindly, like the tentacle of a snail, to probe, smell and taste a path to her sexual essence. I want to bury my nose deep in her vagina so her perfume, musk and pheromones mingle to simultaneously evoke fragile femininity and a biting civet in heat.

But I want to feel her too. Fingers are for probing, exploring and discovering, and a penis in this regard is just a dumb thrusting stick in comparison. My finger is a cartographer noting every silky crease, fold and bump along the shorelines of her snatch, while it’s all just a soft, wet hole to my prick. Performing FIV feels as hedonistic and naughty as warm, silky mud oozing between your toes.

A mother’s pussy is the most stimulating to explore, both because she is more tactilely complex and interesting and also because I’m aroused knowing she has already performed her creative miracle.

There’s no doubt that part of the appeal of FIV is violation – but for me it’s a completely respectful, measured and reverent intrusion, like a anthropologist journaling the customs of a tribe or an archeologist studying remains. I’m performing this in the purely selfish service of knowing her sex in the most intimate way possible. DATY with FIV is more intimate for me than intercourse – either covered with a provider or bareback with my SO. I prefer it to all other sex acts, so I guess that makes it a fetish for me.