A letter that I wrote to a friend:

Hey Asha, long time no speak.

I was just having a daydream I wanted to share with you before the rest of the world.

Ashala, I like to go down.

It has been a few months since I have been able to really do what I want to down there.

All the anticipation, the foreplay that leads up to it, the kissing, breast-fondling, breast-licking, body-caressing...and the BREACH OF UNDERWEAR...I love it when she NEEDS to get the panties off her body so that my fingers can explore. Running fingers through hair is HOT, especially down there, isn't it, Asha? Fingers through downy roughness abruptly reaching a slippery, warmth--! Oh...Wow.

I love rubbing my fingers around down there. I love her writhing around, the little purrs and sighs. You can sometimes actually see the nipples harden and swell. The clitoris, is my good friend. I like to maintain a great working rapport with her whenever I can. I use her hood at first when I pet and stroke her, and then she doffs the hood when she really wants attention. I attempt to limit that attention, though; her master must always be on the brink and it's too soon to go over it. Sensory overstimulation can interrupt a perfectly good session.

When a digit enters, she gasps, and sometimes I don't allow for a recovery from the initial shock. I know how to do that well, that first entry. Sometimes I like to do deep with the first thrust if I think she might not expect it. And then pull out to add internal wetness to the external. I like to rub a finger down the slit and back up, then back inside. Occasionally I use more than one finger for the job. While still working on the breasts, I will move down towards the belly, kissing and licking, not letting up on fucking her with my fingers (did I tell you that I was gifted with large hands and long fingers?). I continue moving south until I make it to that beautiful, wondrous, mound.

The sight of it always makes me smile. But it's the smell that drugs me. I've never had opium, but this DEFINITELY makes me high. It goes directly into my head. It IS a drug; if they can perfect it in a lab, it'd sell like crazy. My mouth waters; I utter a little sigh. I'm about to indulge in AMBROSIA, the food of the gods.

I remove my fingers, and inhale deeply. WOOOMMMAAANN. It's into my brain...like tendrils of sex reaching out to grab my head right before her hands do--! Mmmmm...My tongue plants itself right on the lips, near the very bottom. I lick upwards towards Ms. Clitoris, put my lips around her, suck so, so gently, then pull back, ending our first kiss. My hands move up through her upper outer thighs, along her hips, back down her hips. And once more into the breach do I dive, licking lips, sucking lips, tonguing, inhaling, descending, living a whirlwind of sex and pleasure. I eat, I savour. I go down. I go downtown. And I have never felt this way, not even on drugs. Not this.

I hope that hetero women can experience something like what I experience when I go down. I do it for them, but I do it more for me. It's my selfish little indulgence, and if she gets off, all the better. But I know that I will.

Ashala, I'll talk to you later.

Why did I write all this? Because I was thinking about a woman's pubic hair. I miss it. I may have mentioned it before, but I definitely miss it now that the women I have been with lately don't seem to be into having it. But it's so good to feel, though. Also, Ashala had asked me to write her something of this nature. I figure she'd appreciate it. Guess I'll find out.