I’m feeling different about my clit these days. I’ve loved it since I was able to understand that it was desirable despite its uniqueness, but even so, I’ve always been shy about it, like I’m shy about everything, I’ve always been submissive about it, like I’m submissive about everything. But something has been changing, lately, and I’m feeling a pride, a power, an energy…a big clit energy!
Big Clit Submissive
Just to be clear, when I say that I’m shy about my big clit, it’s not to say that I’m ashamed or embarrassed about it, because it’s a big clit. It’s just that I’m shy in general, and especially about sex and showing my body and asking for what I want. I’m really, truly very submissive in that way. I don’t hesitate to stand up for what I believe in, but I’m terrible about saying what I want. But I can feel that changing.
Having a stable, long-term partner helped me see that I can say no, and that’s a huge deal for a submissive woman. But it wasn’t until I started fucking other people that I really internalized that I could say not only say yes, but that I could say what I actually wanted, and that, while doing so might be scary, it could also actually be amazingly fun—that’s when I started to feel this big clit energy.
Sure, mostly what I want is to completely at the mercy of a partner who, within my limits, does what they want to me, taking control of my body, my orgasms, and even—and maybe especially—taking control of my mind and pulling me out of my endless monolog of fears, doubts, and worries, and into the white hot now of subspace and surrender.
But as I grow and learn, I’m discovering that this yearning to surrender control doesn’t mean that I’m only passive, that I can’t ever reach that same kind of release and presence in the moment if my partner happens to be able to perfectly read me, to play me like an instrument without having any sheet music. Sure, improvisation is fine, but any improv requires queues from all the people playing, and sometimes turns out that it works better if I’m one of the musicians, not one of the instruments.
When I started playing with other people, I realized that my big clit had a sort of hypnotic power over people. Like, even the most dominant ones generally ended up completely focused on it. Sure, they thought they were dominating it, but a lot of them ended up worshipping it, ended up climatized. Suddenly, I had power over them—a kind of big clit energy, and nowhere do I feel more than when people are worshipping with their mouths.
Suck My She-Dick!
Since I’ve started playing and working with other people, I’ve learned that I can’t just wait for them to get what works, so I’ve become increasingly aggressive about it. Just about everything feels nice, but if you want to make me jerk and shudder and bounce and squirt and COME, you need to do what I tell you.
Butterfly kisses and gentle licks are fine, especially while we’re getting started, but I’m going to need you to really get in there and blow me, once we get going. I’m going to want to feel you sucking my whole big clit into your mouth as far as it can go, to the point that you pull in my swollen labia and try to swallow it, putting you whole tongue along the sensitive underside, licking as deep into my pussy as you can get, shaking your head like a dog with a bone, moaning and groaning into my fat pussy, like you’ve got a cock in your mouth and you’re giving it a hummer.
That’s right, like it’s a cock. If that idea bothers you, you should tap out now, but my guess is you won’t. No one ever does. In fact, I want you to use every blow job technique you’ve ever seen. Straight girls and bi men have an easier time with this, once they get the idea, since they’re probably pretty good at blowjobs…at least the ones that I’m likely to play with. Straight guys can get a little freaked out at this idea, though. But none of them, if they haven’t experienced big clit energy before, are quite ready for the experience.
They aren’t used to finding themselves pushed down and pulled up into a woman’s pussy by strong, muscular arms. They don’t know that it’s the moving up and down the shaft of my two-inch clit, sliding the foreskin on and off the the glans that drives me crazy. They don’t know that it’s watching them bobbing up and down and hearing—and feeling—the wet slurping and moaning that drives me one hundred percent absolutely fucking mad.
They don’t know what it does to me to hear them gasping for breath and sputtering and gagging when I squirt and squirt and squirt into them, filling their mouths and their throats until the hot liquid has nowhere to go but up and out their noses. They don’t know how powerful and wild and strong it makes me feel to see them make eye contact with me, when I let them up to breathe, their face a wet, swollen mess and their eyes tearing and red and running, completely wrecked and panting and coughing but dazzled and dazed and smiling and proud for having served me well…
Following My Big Clit Energy
Anyhow, I’m not a domme. I don’t think I’m even really a switch. But these days I definitely get the appeal, and I’m still growing as a sexual person. Who knows where I might end up if I follow my big clit energy?
PS: watch my video studio for more big clit clips, coming soon!