CUNNILINGUS - PART II
When I grew up in Brooklyn in the fifties, I was upset when I read in a book called IDEAL MARRIAGE, that oral sex was occasionally permitted, but only as a preliminary. To me it was the whole pie, the total, the beginning, the middle and the end.

It wasn't until I read SEX WITHOUT GUILT by Albert Ellis that I began to perceive that, as I had passed through my adolescence, I had been stuffed full of moralistic, propagandist preachings of uptight sexologists. Thus Albert Ellis, set me free and with an assist from Henry Miller, I was able to let my pubic garden grow.
Sex was always discussed openly in my family and my parents never laid down taboos in this area. I was a virgin until I was sixteen; then my mother and father felt that I should have my first sexual experience, and they called upon my swinging uncle in NYC to initiate me.
My uncle found a willing accomplice in his girlfriend, and I still remember going up to their apartment ten o' clock at night and being passionately welcomed between her thighs. The lights were out so I never saw her, but I never forgot her words; "Anything you want to do is fine." And that was my first introduction to cunnilingus.

She's looking down at me, saliva moistening her lips; her nose is flaring as she goes up and down building to her climax. I feel so magnificent because I am giving her this wonderful feeling and sharing it with her. Although I am really nothing more than a tongue and a sexual object, for that period of time I am submerged, immersed in space and I feel fulfilled and I peace with myself.