The mental game of cunnilingus: Tips for endurance-building with the Mash Sex Columnist

LIKE a marathon, embarking on cunnilingus without proper training can result in serious injury. Minimise the risk of disappointing her again sexually with this guide.

Set small goals

Going down on a woman can be daunting, especially if you can’t find her obvious erogenous zones. The key is to break down her orgasm into smaller, achievable goals like being tender and actually using your tongue. If the gaps between her moans of ‘I can finish myself off if you like’ get longer then you’ll know you’re on the right track.

Check your ego

Men, it’s important to remember that cunnilingus isn’t about you. Stop expecting her to slip a medal round your neck because you’re treating her to a sex act she performs on you all the time. And don’t try to show off by taking on a woman who says she’s never come from head before. Vibrators exist for a reason, and it’s because you’re just not that good at this.

Come prepared

If you want to give her an earth-shattering orgasm, as opposed to a general state of awkwardness and a desire to glance at the clock, make sure that you’ve done your research. Surf the forums, study vaginal diagrams, analyse the physique and stage presence of porn stars who seem to be making this happen in seconds. And then try to manage your frustration as your mouth fumbles around in a panic.

Practice on different terrains

Just because you’ve gone the distance with one vagina does not mean you can apply the knowledge of your fluke success to them all. Each one requires even a seasoned expert to survey the scene of intricate folds and start from scratch. To prepare your mouth, neck and mind for the myriad surfaces and undulations you will encounter, sensually lick everything from the back of a stamp to a crumpled slip of sandpaper.

Think positive

When it comes to cunnilingus, mental endurance is equally important as physical stamina. Pathetically whimpering ‘you’ve got this’ to yourself as you enter hour two isn’t enough. When marathon runners hit the infamous wall they dig deep, and you should do the same. Preferably with your dick because she’s started looking at her phone while you ineptly slobber away.

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