Pussy Flavor

Excuse me, sir, but what about those descriptions suggests poor hygiene? Lol
Weren't you paying attention to all of the posts before? It's supposed to be tangy, salty, watery, whatever, not heavenly! It is an obvious case of... nectarism, and your demigoddess needs to see a gynecologist, asap.

Huh, suddenly I am so glad we are not in the "taste of ass" thread...
 
I'm getting really tired of reading descriptions of vaginal discharge bring sweet in erotica. If her vagina is sweet to the taste without the help of flavored lube, something is medically wrong.

At any given time you're tasting her skin or her fluids. Skin is skin, tastes like skin. Fluids do vary but sweet isn't a healthy option. Tangy, salty, bland, watery, slightly sour are all normal and expected tastes.

This isn't a case where a girl can eat pineapple to taste better. It doesn't work like that. Drinking more water can help balance PH and steer away from sour, but that's about as much as a girl can do without risking infection.

As a lesbian I get whiplash every time I have to read a sentence twice to clarify "Her pussy tastes like WHAT?"
I have often used sweet as a description. Not because of the actual real taste. More the emotional connection. Love, lust, attraction. All human emotions that drive us to that point. Th actual flavour... It doesn't matter. It's love, it's delightful, delicious and wonderful.
Describing something you love, can be problematic earthy, pungent, slightly acidic, like perspiration It doesn't matter. All that matters is you love it....

Cagivagurl
 
I'm getting really tired of reading descriptions of vaginal discharge bring sweet in erotica. If her vagina is sweet to the taste without the help of flavored lube, something is medically wrong.

At any given time you're tasting her skin or her fluids. Skin is skin, tastes like skin. Fluids do vary but sweet isn't a healthy option. Tangy, salty, bland, watery, slightly sour are all normal and expected tastes.
Mine tastes like chocolate.

Now that we've had porn series like "I Touch Myself" and "I Feel Myself," I'm expecting "I Taste Myself" any day now.
 
I also like words that don't describe a taste, but give the same feeling the taste gives you. Bobbi tasted like nuclear fusion. Aimee tasted like mom's apple pie. Lois tasted like baseball in the Summer. Cally's pussy gushed like a thunderstorm in a thirsty land.
 
I couldn't help but laugh when I read the original post. We see that so often in stories (presumably as a metaphor) that I finally wrote a story named Sacrifices about it. A PhD candidate is doing doing a clinical drug test for a drug company when he discovers that the drug they're testing doesn't work but that a side effect is actually making a woman's vagina taste sweet. Therefore, he tries to get the girl while scheming on how to get rich off the abandoned research.

I debated putting it in Humor/Satire but it wasn't quite funny enough and I wasn't sure if anyone would get the satire. In hindsight, I should have because too many readers thought it was supposed to be serious!
 
I've never thought that pussy flavor is easily relateable to any other single thing. Maybe the closest nonspecific descriptor I've found is "tangy", and the closest specific flavor I've considered is peaches. It's not the same, of course, but it shares some of that same tang. Not sweet or salty, only slightly fishy, and slippery without being noticeably thick, making me want to dive deeper and do everything I can to elicit more. It lingers in memory, with each refreshed experience always to be looked forward to, with accompanying feminine sound, scent, motion, and appreciation.
 
I just remembered that I wrote a story some time back about a pussy-tasting contest:

https://www.literotica.com/s/ladies-club-ch-05

I went back and re-read it, and found with relief that I never used the word "sweet." I did mention "notes of honey" but, as I said above, I was talking about those flavor traits that distinguished honey from, say, corn syrup.
 
I've never thought that pussy flavor is easily relateable to any other single thing. Maybe the closest nonspecific descriptor I've found is "tangy",
I was about to say that literally, 'tangy' is a good word, but it sounds too much like a breakfast drink.
 
Knew I had a sample somewhere in my list:

I knew the topology of her quim by touch from my hands, but it was entirely different to explore by mouth and tongue. Valleys, folds of skin, the main juicy channel, all oily wet and aromatic. Lips that parted, an entry that opened and twitched while my tongue slithered up it. The feel of her tickling groin hair against my nose. Her strong, earthy taste and smell. All up close and immediate.
 
I'm getting really tired of reading descriptions of vaginal discharge bring sweet in erotica. If her vagina is sweet to the taste without the help of flavored lube, something is medically wrong.
This is, uh... not true. Speaking from experience.

I had one that tasted like trash bags and another that tasted like fruit salad.
 
My father used to describe the ales and highland malt whiskeys he coveted as 'nectar' or 'ambrosia' on occasion. As a child, enamoured of my dear father, and witnessing his obvious satisfaction upon taking his first draught of either libation, I often pestered to be allowed a taste of these heavenly liquids.

When the time finally arrived and I tentatively took my first sips of both, trembling with anticipation, the shock and horror of reality was devastating. My reactions were, of course, a source of much mirth for father dear.

Metaphor is as important in erotica as it is in any artistic description. We're conjuring fantasy here, to excite and titillate. Reality can be disappointing, which is why people seek escapism in the first place.
 
I'm getting really tired of reading descriptions of vaginal discharge bring sweet in erotica. If her vagina is sweet to the taste without the help of flavored lube, something is medically wrong.

At any given time you're tasting her skin or her fluids. Skin is skin, tastes like skin. Fluids do vary but sweet isn't a healthy option. Tangy, salty, bland, watery, slightly sour are all normal and expected tastes.

This isn't a case where a girl can eat pineapple to taste better. It doesn't work like that. Drinking more water can help balance PH and steer away from sour, but that's about as much as a girl can do without risking infection.

As a lesbian I get whiplash every time I have to read a sentence twice to clarify "Her pussy tastes like WHAT?"
Blow the flavour... it's the cobwebs that drive me mad ;)
 
Tangy: Makes me think of Greek yogurt.
Excellent comparison, as yogurt and vaginas are both deriving flavor from Lactobacillus acidophilus
Salty: This one's good.

Bland: No. Lol. Bland is not sexy.
Both are kind of boring, suggesting a freshly washed pussy that hasn't had time to develop any flavor yet.
Sour: Piss comes to mind. But I'm that guy.
No, sour is good. Contamination from other nearby orifices would be bitter.
 
I'm getting really tired of reading descriptions of vaginal discharge bring sweet in erotica. If her vagina is sweet to the taste without the help of flavored lube, something is medically wrong.

At any given time you're tasting her skin or her fluids. Skin is skin, tastes like skin. Fluids do vary but sweet isn't a healthy option. Tangy, salty, bland, watery, slightly sour are all normal and expected tastes.

This isn't a case where a girl can eat pineapple to taste better. It doesn't work like that. Drinking more water can help balance PH and steer away from sour, but that's about as much as a girl can do without risking infection.

As a lesbian I get whiplash every time I have to read a sentence twice to clarify "Her pussy tastes like WHAT?"
Okay. So, saw this thread a while ago, and it had me thinking.

I have (and this isn't boasting, it's just a fact) eaten a lot of pussy. Like, a possibly-competitive-with-a-lesbian amount of pussy. (A modest lesbian, perhaps. I've never had a partner I didn't go down on, and the count to this point is in the low dozens.) It's one of my favorite things to do in the bedroom.

It has always tasted subjectively "sweet" to me: but that might be joy in the act coloring my description. I think one has to account for this factor in descriptions. Like, maybe "sweet" isn't really the literal flavor, but rather the joy that comes from satisfying your partner.

Strictly flavor-wise, "savory" and "tangy" are probably closer to the mark. Genuinely "sweet" in the sense of a dessert or honey would probably seem like indicators of something being off from the norm (perhaps diabetic?). And the "tastes like chicken" cliché is actually, from my vantage point, largely true on average.

At any rate, I have no argument with "sweet" in the poetic sense. I kind of mentally substitute in the flavor that feels most satisfying and edifying to the reader in the moment, I don't really care about clinical accuracy.
 
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Blow the flavour... it's the cobwebs that drive me mad ;)
She was so gorgeous, I refused to believe her when she said it had been a while, especially with the amount of men oggling her on our date. I took it in jest given her age, because clearly she would have a man a day if she wanted. That moment she offered herself, I paid no heed to the gray hairs peeking past her sexy underwear, ready to prove she'd want for naught when I was done. I peeled those panties off; zounds! Twas not hair but cobwebs! Alas... my father taught me responsibility and a code of honor, mother declined to raise a dandy. I pulled away the aged web, decesed crickets and flies bound within, what little clutch the cobwebs had, pulled her lips some, I recieved a satisfactory sigh... now we're getting somewhere. I blew the dust and readied my tongue.
 
She was so gorgeous, I refused to believe her when she said it had been a while, especially with the amount of men oggling her on our date. I took it in jest given her age, because clearly she would have a man a day if she wanted. That moment she offered herself, I paid no heed to the gray hairs peeking past her sexy underwear, ready to prove she'd want for naught when I was done. I peeled those panties off; zounds! Twas not hair but cobwebs! Alas... my father taught me responsibility and a code of honor, mother declined to raise a dandy. I pulled away the aged web, decesed crickets and flies bound within, what little clutch the cobwebs had, pulled her lips some, I recieved a satisfactory sigh... now we're getting somewhere. I blew the dust and readied my tongue.
I hope you wore goggles!
 
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