Facesitting

One of my exes was always concerned if I could breathe or not. I kept telling her not to worry and that was part of the fun. Smother me and let me enjoy myself while you relax. I promise I will find a way to get some air, and if I dont just include I died doing what I loved in my obituary.
 
Umm so want that right now...to have my face used by a wet slit

I think your comment reveals a misunderstanding of the dynamic.

The phrase "having my face used by a wet slit" frames the entire interaction in terms of male consumption. Even when you use the language of being "used," the focus remains on your own fantasy and your own gratification. The woman is reduced to an anatomical feature, and the encounter becomes something that is happening for you rather than something being done for her.

What makes facesitting compelling is the opposite. At its core, it is a form of service. The emphasis is not on a passive man receiving an experience, but on an attentive and devoted man actively seeking to provide pleasure. The point is not that his face is being used; the point is that he is choosing to serve.

There is a profound difference between passivity and devotion. Passivity requires very little. Devotion requires intention, effort, attentiveness, and a genuine concern for the woman's experience. So I would argue that the appeal is not a man's face being "used by a wet slit"—which, incidentally, I find to be a rather derogatory way of describing a woman's sex. The appeal is a man willingly and enthusiastically dedicating himself to a woman's pleasure.
 
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