Taste

Porn movies work with light and sound, and cannot capture or convey touch, taste, or smell. Yet arguably, vision and hearing are the senses least involved in sex. I do like to see and hear the person I am fucking, but I think that is mainly because seeing and hearing are important to reading their responses, and because it is delightful to see and hear another person's delight. Touch, taste, and smell carry for me a stronger and more direct sexual charge: I am more aroused by sniffing the crotch of a pair of C's panties from the laundry-basket than I am by the sight of her undressing. However wonderful a bloody finger looks after it has been in a bloody cunt, it tastes even better.

Taste and smell are senses that run parallel to each other, and smelling a cunt tells me a lot about how it will taste. A finger dipped in a cunt can be smelled and then tasted, and what is tasted is just what was smelled. Yet there is also discontinuity between them, for tasting requires contact, in some way or another, and so brings in sensations of texture, temperature, touch. D finds the moments when I merely sniff at her cunt, before I extend my tongue to taste her, exquisitely arousing: she knows the touch of my tongue is coming, but not when; meanwhile, I am smelling her, and she knows how much that turns me on. This kind of smelling is quite unlike tasting, and delays it; the delay is itself erotic. The smell of a woman's armpits, if she has avoided deodorant for a while, is also extremely arousing, and tasting her armpits, nibbling at the hairs, sucking on her flesh, is delicious too, and I can play with delay in that case as well.

Q, because she ejaculates, adds an entirely new dimension in terms of taste. When we were together at the Liberty Inn, we conducted an experiment to see if eating asparagus had a noticeable effect on the taste of her come, as it does on the taste of urine. She ate a bunch of asparagus stalks and after a suitable interval, sat on my face. I sucked and licked at her clit and she came copiously in my mouth. I shared the liquid with her, and we agreed: no 'asparagus pee' taste at all. What that shows, I am not sure. But by producing this liquid in such quantities, it is possible to drink from Q, to swallow her, and so to taste her without touching, or at least, without being in contact with her at the moment of tasting. She could position herself over my face, bring herself off, and come in my mouth without there being any contact between us at all.

I love to taste cunts, and envy women who get to suck my cock after I have fucked them: they get to taste themselves on my cock. For similar reasons, I like to taste my own seed leaking out after I have come inside a cunt or an ass (or for that matter, a mouth). Semen - my own anyway - varies a lot both in terms of taste and texture. Sometimes bland, sometimes salty, sometimes frothy, sometimes gritty. From the time that I began masturbating, I have always tasted my come, and very often cleaned up after ejaculation by scooping as much into my mouth as possible. I remember being surprised and incredulous when I first discovered that there were men who had never tasted their own seed, and who thought the idea disgusting. Even odder, that there are men who would not taste their own seed but still want women to swallow it.

Clean assholes have their own taste, which I am also a fan of. The taste of shit I do not seek out, as some people do, but I do not balk at it either. Anal sex is sometimes messy, and going back and forth among ass- and cunt-fucking, cunt-eating, face-sitting, cock-sucking, the mess can get spread around. Whatever comes with sex is sexy, in my view. That principle certainly extends to cover shit and piss, as by-products. But I think this is a different sort of sexiness, one that is derivative rather than, as with seed and cunt-juice, come and sweat, constitutive.

Blood - menstrual blood - is for me in the constitutive category too. I have not had the pleasure of being with Q during a period yet, but I am looking forward to that very much, as she delights in her own body and blood. F loves a bloody fuck, and by now, D is as turned on by period sex as I am. Menstrual blood varies in taste a lot, both from woman to woman, and from one stage of a period to another. It can, I admit, sometimes smell and taste rank or rancid, usually towards the end. But even then, I have no qualms about going down, and I can't imagine why anyone would have any hesitation in fucking. A bloody cunt is one of the most exciting things to taste and to smell, to finger, to fuck. The blood can be smeared on nipples or used as lipstick, and so tasted and retasted. Daubed on thighs or breasts it can be admired, licked off, reapplied.

C no longer menstruates, which saddens me. I think it would sadden her, if she thought about it, but - perhaps sensibly - she does not. As a signal of fertility, menstruation is tied to reproduction, and no doubt that fact is at the root of its erotic power. But what then accounts for the fact that many cultures prohibit or frown upon period sex, that many men and women find the idea repulsive? As usual with evolutionary psychology, its pseudo-explanations have a momentary charm, but dissolve into nothing once serious thinking begins.

[The picture at the head of this post is Louis-Leopold Boilly, Les Cinq Sens (The Five Senses), 1823.]