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.
[Sherlock was flopped down on the sofa, precisely where she'd been when Joan had left earlier today. Except that, unlike earlier today, she was wearing one of Joan's favorite tops. It was too small on her and fit quite snugly, rode up at the midriff and generally didn't fit, however it ended up being quite revealing, all told. Visible on the inches of skin of her belly were three beige nicotine patches. This was paired with low-slung pajama pants, folded down once at her hipbones.
Discarded books were strewn around her, but her attention wasn't on them. She was trying to focus, but the patches weren't helping, and her attention kept trailing away to something within the room when she was trying to turn her focus inwards. She'd been talking to Joan earlier - was she even here? She hadn't answered, but she didn't sometimes. Annoying.]
Joan, fetch me my phone. [It's never a request, always a demand.]
[ Joan hadn't been in when the demand had been made. In fact, she was coming back up the stairs nearly half an hour later. The first thing she noticed, however, was how Sherlock was wearing one of her shirts.
Frowning at the other woman from where she is in the doorway, ]
That's mine. Why are you -- it doesn't even fit you.
It was closer. [This is actually quite untrue. They both know it.
The real reason she'd gone through Joan's closet? Boredom, probably. Or maybe she just wanted to push and see what would happen.
She doesn't answer the second question because obviously nothing is wrong with them, and she doesn't have an excuse for not fetching it herself. She just drops her arm over the side of the sofa, palm up, expectant.]
[ Joan takes her time in getting something to drink before she's walking over to grab up Sherlock's mobile. She moves over to where the other woman is - only to smack that palm with her own in a faux high five.
And then sets the phone down on the table in front of the couch.
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joan watson ( bbc sherlock au )
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Discarded books were strewn around her, but her attention wasn't on them. She was trying to focus, but the patches weren't helping, and her attention kept trailing away to something within the room when she was trying to turn her focus inwards. She'd been talking to Joan earlier - was she even here? She hadn't answered, but she didn't sometimes. Annoying.]
Joan, fetch me my phone. [It's never a request, always a demand.]
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Frowning at the other woman from where she is in the doorway, ]
That's mine. Why are you -- it doesn't even fit you.
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She blinks down at the shirt she's wearing, that's stretched tight across her torso, inching up as she shifts on the sofa.]
I spilled on mine.
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So you go through my closet?
And what's wrong with your legs?
[ When she finally moves, it's to remove her jacket and then walk into the kitchen, making it a point to avoid getting Sherlock's phone. ]
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The real reason she'd gone through Joan's closet? Boredom, probably. Or maybe she just wanted to push and see what would happen.
She doesn't answer the second question because obviously nothing is wrong with them, and she doesn't have an excuse for not fetching it herself. She just drops her arm over the side of the sofa, palm up, expectant.]
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And then sets the phone down on the table in front of the couch.
Just to be a prat. ]