Ready Or Not, Here I Come
My friend Slash and I are fond of sushi and always hit the raw fish happy hour in our hood. There is a distinctive textural similarity to eating sushi and eating pussy, so naturally, as a lesbian I live for sushi. Slash and I kicked back on the plush sofas in the bar and people watched, while we waited for all the succulent raw fish we ordered to show up. At a table across from us, a young woman drank a beer. As she set it down, the beer foamed up and out of the bottle as forcefully as a sexual explosion. She immediately put her lips to the bottle head, stuck her tongue out and sucked the foam up. Needless to say, Slash enjoyed this sight quite a bit. I concurred.
As we all know, the male orgasm is typically a one-note wonder. And as I hope we all know, we women come in an exciting variety of ways. The female orgasm often includes, but certainly is not limited to, stimulation to the following areas: the clit, the G-spot, the nipples and the ass. I’ve even known women who can come just from deep tongue kissing or from being tied up. And in my experience, women may come very differently from each other. Some orgasms are explosive, resulting in a drenching stream of ejaculate. Others magnanimously bestow a flood of wetness all over my face. Some women tense up and hold their breath or thrash, buck and shake their way to the promise land. Orgasms come in multiples or in one shot. There’s coming in short, sharp shocks, or coming so long and hard that you’re out for the count.
The coolest part of it all is that we women can hide our turned-on state, which makes it possible for us to pass in decent society even if we have a raging clitoral hard-on and soaking wet panties. Slash laughed at that. “You can’t hide that–not really, he said, pulling his cheeks from his gums to make sloppy wet noises. “Nice, I said, grateful his joke wasn’t true. But no matter what, listen closely. You may just hear a woman in heat headed your way.