noun 1. The fine art of making love to a vagina/vulva with your mouth and tongue.
2. The act of using the mouth to stimulate the female genitalia. This can include sucking or licking the outer and inner areas of the vagina, and most often involves direct stimulation of the clitoris
Some women find cunnilingus to be the most satisfying sexual act. Indeed, a great number of women report that oral sex is the only way they can achieve orgasm. The mouth can create a uniquely intense range of sensations which many find unrivaled. Any woman you learn to do it right for will appreciate you all the more for it.
Going down. Eating out. Muff diving. Eating pussy. Carpet munching. Dining at the Y. Whatever you call it, it's an act that is sometimes misunderstood and very often woefully under-practiced, be it in real life or in porn - or in smut RP.
No longer. This meme is for all your cunnilingus needs, from giving to receiving and from a loving gesture to rough hatesex. The situation is up to you; the act is up to your character's tongue.
HOW TO PLAY
Comment with your character & your preferences. Female characters, be sure to specify whether you're down with giving or receiving, though some preferences will make that obvious. Male characters, just bring your mouth.
[Spock enjoyed these quiet evenings with Kirk. Quiet meant that the day had gone well, that no one had died, reports were finished, things were in order and Spock could, to some measure, relax.
They were playing chess in her quarters and, so far, Spock was in line to win in nine moves. As he brought his Bishop up a level to chase Kirk into yet another check, he glanced up at the captain with a veiled expression of amusement that was really just a barely lifted brow.]
[ After the whole incident with Khan and Marcus, she was grateful for the quiet evenings, too. Mostly because she had come very close to never having them again.
However, she was still as brash as ever with her playing. As she shows when she uses her last Knight to capture Spock's Bishop. Granted, that Knight will be captured in turn but still. It puts off the check for a few more moves, buying her more time to form more strategy.
[It had been a long several days. A mission of exploration had taken an unexpected turn and James had unsurprisingly put herself into harm's way, in spite of Spock's recommendations that she not. In the end no one was lost and James had only suffered a few scratches, but still, they would not be so lucky every time.
Spock had agreed to visit Kirk after their shifts had ended. Such an evening might have seen Spock spending time with Uhura, but things had been rocky between them for several weeks and Spock was honestly quite relieved to have an excuse to spend time with the Captain.
She knew the Captain planned to unwind with a drink, and Spock intended to take the opportunity to endeavor to have a conversation with her. She wanted to try to make the Captain understand how important it was, not just to her, but to the crew, that she be more careful, even if the depth of emotion that inspired the intervention was not on behalf of the crew.
Standing at the doorway to the Captain's quarters, Spock pressed a button on the panel and called through to make her presence known.] I am here, Captain.
[ Since Kirk was born tempting fate, she felt it was only appropriate to continue that "tradition" throughout her life. Even after literally giving her life for her crew. If anything, the whole event just seemed to make her more willing to jump into danger in order to spare them (much to Bones' endless fury -- as Jamie's eardrums were aware of).
Spock, thankfully, usually kept her voice at a lower volume. Another reason she was glad her First Officer agreed to join her after their shifts. She already had her drinks out and had something special for Spock. As she informed the Vulcan when the door slid open and grabbed her by her sleeve to tug her inside. ]
I told you to call me "Jamie". Here in my quarters, especially.
[Spock assumed, incorrectly, that the surprise Kirk had was a glass of the whiskey that she was going to be having. Alcohol had a very minimal effect on Vulcans, and as such, she wasn't concerned.
Spock stiffened as Kirk pulled her inside, still not accustomed to how physical Kirk was prone to being, even if she did expect the occasional clap on the shoulder or nudge as they moved through the ship. It was different to expect something than to be comfortable with it.]
Jamie, [she corrected in a tone that said she wasn't entirely used to this, either. Still, she considered Kirk a friend and if she wished to be on more casual terms off duty, that was something Spock was able to accommodate.] I would remind you alcohol does not have an effect on me, so you should not feel the need to waste it on me.
[She spots the bottle on the table, and is aware of the scarcity of Terran sourced drinks and doesn't want to go through what the Captain might better enjoy.]
[ Kirk had done a little research and - after confiscating a certain bottle from the mess hall - she was confident in getting Spock to unwind a bit this time.
So, Spock's words only made her grin widely as she moved to one side of the small table they would be drink at, sitting down on her folded legs on the carpeted floor. ]
I know. That's why you have your own bottle.
[ And then she pulls out a bottle of chocolate syrup from where she had been hiding it on the floor and sets it on the table next to Spock's glass. ]
[Spock is aware that humans drink together to unwind, and in the past she's been more than willing to sit with Kirk while she drinks to relax because in the past, Spock has sat as a spectator and companion, never an active participant.
Jamie is quite right that Vulcans become intoxicated upon ingesting chocolate, but what she's failed to realize is that Vulcans do not gather socially to drink as humans do. Chocolate was something that was reserved for... intimate partners. Still, she knows that Jamie likely is unaware of the cultural aspect of it, probably imagining that it's a social drink as alcohol is with humans.
Still, that rationalization doesn't make the situation at hand any less awkward. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears have tinged a mottled forest green, and she's trying her best to control her expression and the tone of her voice. She slips, though, back to calling her-] Captain, I appreciate the... consideration, but I do not think this is appropriate...
[A sudden thought occurs to her. What if Jamie is very aware of what this means?]
[ At first, Kirk is far too distracted by Spock's blush. It's only a moment after the words are said that Jamie blinks back into the present, clearly confused. ]
Wait - what? Why?
I drink around you and you get to see me wasted all the time!
[ So not even fair. She wasn't to see a sloppy, shitfaced Spock. :c ]
[Spock considers for a long moment, eyeing the bottle of chocolate syrup on the table. It's not something she's had much chance to experience, though when she'd been younger she had tasted some just to know what it was like and was aware that it was something she liked. Additionally, it appeared that her guess was correct. Jamie likened this to drinking alcohol in the evenings with Spock, apparently unaware of the different connotation.
She decided to decline explaining her reasoning for her initial protest.]
Your point is valid, [she concedes, and moves across the room to sit down beside Jamie on the floor, legs crossed comfortably. She was still a little green around the edges, but was working to push her embarrassment away.]
[ Kirk is actually mildly stunned into silence at that. She hadn't expected Spock to just... agree that easily. She eyed the Vulcan as she sat down but didn't dwell on it. Just filled up her glass and waited for when Spock was ready so they could toast each other before Kirk is knocking back her first shot.
As she's pouring her second, ]
So. You a lightweight with that stuff or have you indulged in it in more than you've let on?
[Spock is embracing technicality here. Kirk is human, and if Kirk is unaware what this typically means when engaged in among Vulcans, then the meaning is not there now. Additionally, all she needs to do is refrain from drinking much of it, and nothing bad will happen.
She takes the bottle and removes the lid, pouring herself a shot but she is not - by any means - going to 'knock it back.'
She takes a sip.]
I tried it once. Several years ago. But if you are referring to how my weight affects the speed of my becoming inebriated, the calculations are quite different from human weight to inebriation calculations with alcohol.
[She notes that Kirk said nothing at all about what she'd meant by 'lightweight.' Apparently, she wasn't interested in the differing rates of intoxication.]
Considering that I do not intend to become inebriated, this rate is ideal.
[ Not even on her fourth shot and she's dramatically sprawling her upper body onto the table while giving out a groan-whine mix. ]
Spooooock! That's totally defeating the purpose me getting you chocolate! If I didn't want to see you get drunk, I would have given you whiskey! Or the rum!
[She's toying with the rim of the glass and freezes in place, staring at Kirk as she practically launches herself over the table, dramatic and chaotic.
Suddenly, she wasn't so sure why Kirk had brought the chocolate. She's tinging that soft green again as she eyes the slightly viscous liquid, and then looks to Kirk again.]
[Spock raised one eyebrow and draws her hand away from the glass.
It appears to her as though the Captain might already be somewhat drunk. Her logic seems somewhat more flimsy than usual, and she's answered a 'why' question with a repeat of the statement that triggered it. Spock is no closer to knowing James' motivation for wanting to see her get wasted, and - increasingly - Spock is beginning to wonder if her intention is to cause Spock to embarrass herself somehow. Perhaps even her initial fear is correct...
But she cannot be sure.
She squares her shoulders, hands placed in her lap as she tries to think of some way to regain control of this situation and perhaps leave before anything worse occurs.]
Fair is a relative term, and I am not sure to what you are referring. From what I am aware of earth's animals, 'skunks' are not known to commonly imbibe alcohol.
[Spock stares at her Captain, into those unreadable amber eyes. It's hard to know what the intention here is, if this unpredictability is stemming from a particularly stressful day, or... Spock doesn't know. Human motivations are, at best, a mystery.]
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They were playing chess in her quarters and, so far, Spock was in line to win in nine moves. As he brought his Bishop up a level to chase Kirk into yet another check, he glanced up at the captain with a veiled expression of amusement that was really just a barely lifted brow.]
It is your turn, Captain.
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However, she was still as brash as ever with her playing. As she shows when she uses her last Knight to capture Spock's Bishop. Granted, that Knight will be captured in turn but still. It puts off the check for a few more moves, buying her more time to form more strategy.
She smirks over at him, ]
And now it is yours, Commander.
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Spock had agreed to visit Kirk after their shifts had ended. Such an evening might have seen Spock spending time with Uhura, but things had been rocky between them for several weeks and Spock was honestly quite relieved to have an excuse to spend time with the Captain.
She knew the Captain planned to unwind with a drink, and Spock intended to take the opportunity to endeavor to have a conversation with her. She wanted to try to make the Captain understand how important it was, not just to her, but to the crew, that she be more careful, even if the depth of emotion that inspired the intervention was not on behalf of the crew.
Standing at the doorway to the Captain's quarters, Spock pressed a button on the panel and called through to make her presence known.] I am here, Captain.
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Spock, thankfully, usually kept her voice at a lower volume. Another reason she was glad her First Officer agreed to join her after their shifts. She already had her drinks out and had something special for Spock. As she informed the Vulcan when the door slid open and grabbed her by her sleeve to tug her inside. ]
I told you to call me "Jamie". Here in my quarters, especially.
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Spock stiffened as Kirk pulled her inside, still not accustomed to how physical Kirk was prone to being, even if she did expect the occasional clap on the shoulder or nudge as they moved through the ship. It was different to expect something than to be comfortable with it.]
Jamie, [she corrected in a tone that said she wasn't entirely used to this, either. Still, she considered Kirk a friend and if she wished to be on more casual terms off duty, that was something Spock was able to accommodate.] I would remind you alcohol does not have an effect on me, so you should not feel the need to waste it on me.
[She spots the bottle on the table, and is aware of the scarcity of Terran sourced drinks and doesn't want to go through what the Captain might better enjoy.]
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So, Spock's words only made her grin widely as she moved to one side of the small table they would be drink at, sitting down on her folded legs on the carpeted floor. ]
I know. That's why you have your own bottle.
[ And then she pulls out a bottle of chocolate syrup from where she had been hiding it on the floor and sets it on the table next to Spock's glass. ]
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Jamie is quite right that Vulcans become intoxicated upon ingesting chocolate, but what she's failed to realize is that Vulcans do not gather socially to drink as humans do. Chocolate was something that was reserved for... intimate partners. Still, she knows that Jamie likely is unaware of the cultural aspect of it, probably imagining that it's a social drink as alcohol is with humans.
Still, that rationalization doesn't make the situation at hand any less awkward. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears have tinged a mottled forest green, and she's trying her best to control her expression and the tone of her voice. She slips, though, back to calling her-] Captain, I appreciate the... consideration, but I do not think this is appropriate...
[A sudden thought occurs to her. What if Jamie is very aware of what this means?]
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Wait - what? Why?
I drink around you and you get to see me wasted all the time!
[ So not even fair. She wasn't to see a sloppy, shitfaced Spock. :c ]
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She decided to decline explaining her reasoning for her initial protest.]
Your point is valid, [she concedes, and moves across the room to sit down beside Jamie on the floor, legs crossed comfortably. She was still a little green around the edges, but was working to push her embarrassment away.]
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As she's pouring her second, ]
So. You a lightweight with that stuff or have you indulged in it in more than you've let on?
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She takes the bottle and removes the lid, pouring herself a shot but she is not - by any means - going to 'knock it back.'
She takes a sip.]
I tried it once. Several years ago. But if you are referring to how my weight affects the speed of my becoming inebriated, the calculations are quite different from human weight to inebriation calculations with alcohol.
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If you keep drinking like that, you'll never see any side of inebriated.
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[She notes that Kirk said nothing at all about what she'd meant by 'lightweight.' Apparently, she wasn't interested in the differing rates of intoxication.]
Considering that I do not intend to become inebriated, this rate is ideal.
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Spooooock! That's totally defeating the purpose me getting you chocolate! If I didn't want to see you get drunk, I would have given you whiskey! Or the rum!
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Suddenly, she wasn't so sure why Kirk had brought the chocolate. She's tinging that soft green again as she eyes the slightly viscous liquid, and then looks to Kirk again.]
Why do you wish for that?
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It's only fair after you've seen me get drunker than any skunk.
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It appears to her as though the Captain might already be somewhat drunk. Her logic seems somewhat more flimsy than usual, and she's answered a 'why' question with a repeat of the statement that triggered it. Spock is no closer to knowing James' motivation for wanting to see her get wasted, and - increasingly - Spock is beginning to wonder if her intention is to cause Spock to embarrass herself somehow. Perhaps even her initial fear is correct...
But she cannot be sure.
She squares her shoulders, hands placed in her lap as she tries to think of some way to regain control of this situation and perhaps leave before anything worse occurs.]
Fair is a relative term, and I am not sure to what you are referring. From what I am aware of earth's animals, 'skunks' are not known to commonly imbibe alcohol.
[Spock stares at her Captain, into those unreadable amber eyes. It's hard to know what the intention here is, if this unpredictability is stemming from a particularly stressful day, or... Spock doesn't know. Human motivations are, at best, a mystery.]