pussy worship 101: how to revere, tease + adore
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time to read 6 min
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time to read 6 min
If you've got a vulva or know one intimately, you're probably aware that they're rarely, if ever, the focus of hours of undivided her-pleasure-only attention.
Slow attention. Doting attention. The kind that switches off the part of her brain that can mentally multitask her entire to-do list while ordering takeout and faking an enthusiastic round of orgasms. Done right, however, pussy worship will not only make her forget her entire tomorrow's schedule, she'll also forget the reason she walked into the room in the first place. And not a fake orgasm in sight.
Before anyone jumps to conclusions, this is about desire (hers)... not obligation, performance or submission. If that sounds like your idea of a good time, warm up your hands, mouth and imagination, then read on. If not, no worries. To those who are game, enjoy.
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Anyone with a vulva who has enthusiastically opted in. And agreed to no agenda, no stopwatch, no performance pressure, no end goal and absolutely no rush to get somewhere else. Pussy worshiping is the entire agenda and there's one bullet item on the itinerary: lose yourself in every moment.
Most pussies have never been the object of slow seduction, let alone savoring, admiration and affection. That's because their owners spend an extraordinary amount of time taking care of everyone else.
Tonight, it's their show. Forget the finish line, lose the timer, prepare for pleasure.
Just relentless appreciation, delicious anticipation and the rare luxury of being the center of someone's exclusive attention. For the next few hours, the only thing on the schedule is that pussy.
Slower than feels normal.
Then slower than that.
If you're more of a "let's optimize this for speed" kinda person, this is not that assignment.
Anticipation is your friend. That means resisting the urge to dive in headfirst. Start with her shoulders. Her neck. Her thighs. The small places that usually get overlooked in the rush to get somewhere else. Consider this a masterclass in the art of the build-up, and you're still in the introduction before lesson one, so settle in. Touch her. Stroke her. Massage her. Sink her into the moment as you slowly build excitement, arousal and curiosity then take forever to make your way toward her pussy. The destination isn't going anywhere.
Take away her sight and tease her heightened senses with the element of surprise. The way your breath sweeps her inner thighs with more intensity. How a whisper lands in that sweet spot on her neck. The graze of a feather, a strand of silk, fingertips that take their sweet time discovering which strokes make her melt. No blindfold, no problem. Use long gloves, her panties (or yours), her stockings, the belt of your robe or a dozen other pieces you can slip out of her lingerie drawer. This is play, get creative, ask her what she likes. Give it to her if she's been good.
There's probably not a pussy on the planet who's going to be unhappy getting adorned in lace, silk, gold or whatever indulgences you can decadently wrap her in. Spoil her, indulge her, let her skin revel in textures that make her forget what day it is. Maybe it's a sheer bodysuit, maybe it's tasseled pasties, maybe it's a leather panty that needs its own security detail. The more unreasonable, the better.
Undress her, unzip her, untie her, then maybe tie her back up, then untie her again... in the slowest, drippiest, cancel-your-dinner-reservations reveal. Savor every inch of the peel off. Tell her what's exciting you, what looks gorgeous, what's driving you wild.
For a body part that's so endlessly desired, pussies spend shockingly little time being admired. You can change all that. Take your time noticing all the drive-you-wild details. Her shape, her color, all the little things that make her uniquely her. Everything you love about her and all the ways she runs through your mind throughout the day.
Shower her pussy with compliments about her look, her scent, her shape. How does it respond to your touch, your words? What does her face look like when she lets go, the sounds she makes when she's trying to be loud. Be honest, be specific, be graphic, be filthy if she likes it filthy. This is not the time to be tongue-tied in any sense of the phrase.
What makes her come alive and mind let go? Pillows plush enough to cradle her body. Room temperature warm enough to keep her cozy while you worship? A playlist that her hips innately move to? Silks, laces, feathers that tickle, tease and tempt her skin. Luxury hides in the little things that turn on her brain and turn on her body.
Look up at her between strokes and let her catch you looking. Hold eye contact a second longer than normal. Keep her gaze as you graze her skin and kiss her thighs. Change pressure, pattern or movements. Notice if she catches her breath while you've caught her eye, then do it again. It's nearly impossible to zone out on tomorrow's to-do list when someone is looking at you from between your legs like you're the only thing worth paying attention to.
it's normal to speed up when things gets exciting, but your goal is the opposite: slow it down. Then slow it down again. Then cut that time in half. Move like you've got nowhere else to be and nothing to do but her. The pussy knows how to play the waiting game, now it's your turn to master it.
Her pussy knows you're coming for her so visit literally everywhere on the body map before you get to her. Tease her lower back, stroke her neck, run your fingers through her hair, massage her inner thighs, unzip her stockings up the back of her leg. Hit the places normally skipped, double back to a spot she loved. Tell her you'll get there eventually. You're just revving the engine on the way.
Kill the overhead lighting stat. No one and nothing — pussies included — look better underneath it (and no one lying on their back wants to be staring into it). While you're killing the lights, also dim or cut the lamps. Light candles, votives, tea lights so candlelight and shadows play off her skin and set the mood.
This isn't a race and the finish line (at least not yet) isn't the orgasm. It's insane amounts of pleasure, play and adoration. Focus on her inner and outer labia, her clitoris, her g-spot, changing your stroke, your rhythm, asking what she likes, what she wants, what she craves.
Chill them, vibrate them, stroke them over her skin. Take her to the edge of losing control and back. Then again. Then again. Make her wait while you grab a cold drink. Maybe share a sip with her and let the cool condensation drip over her skin before you get back in there again.
Create a curated, hours-long, pussy-worshiping playlist so long no-one hears the same song twice. Add tracks that grind her hips and seduce her body. Some might be romantic, others so explicitly raunchy, the lyrics become your cheatsheet.
is pussy worship on your menu?
WELCOME
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