Cunt

Our animal heritage has given us a genetic pre-disposition for the importance and appreciation of the female reproductive organs, the cunt. This appreciation, however, doesn't lead to understanding. And, unfortunately, a cunt doesn't come with an assembly or owner's manual either. We all, male and female, become empiricists, exploring and prodding, and having a few eureka momements.

There are unmistakable signals that harken back along the dim evolutionary trail. She opens her legs. Females of many species display their readiness and willingness to mate by the public display of their genitalia. From Deer to Baboons and Chimps, when she turns and exposes herself, you're in. Maybe. Sometimes you have to prove that you are the baddest male in the herd, troop, whatever. With human females, there is another signal indicating consent. Allan Sherman wrote in "Rape of the A.P.E." that women have a point of no return. At some point, a woman will make a decision and indicate she is ready to advertise by opening her legs. That final indicator of "yes" is lifting her ass; unless she lifts her ass, you (or she) can't remove her panties. For those who haven't read it, Sherman was specifically referring to the site of the mating rituals that destroyed the American Puritan Ethic ("A.P.E."), the backseat of the family car. (You probably didn't own your own car back then.)

So, she decides and lifts her ass. You remove her panties. Maybe it is only a touch, an excursion, but the knees separate as she leans back and her sex is exposed. Hirsute or shaven, the slit is unmistakable but the rest is complicated.

Men are undeniably simple: just show up naked and we have a handle. Touch it, taste it, slip it inside until it jerks and spurts, in the sexual arena, that's the main thing we want. OK, some feedback that we are on the right track wouldn't hurt. Porno dialog isn't particularly useful: "Oh! Yeahhh. Fuck me big boy." "Touch me there" and "that feels incredible" are instructive and better.

Open, swelling, wet, tasty, aromatic, slick. The cunt is a delightful treat. That's not all a woman is, but, if you could figure out either the woman or the cunt, you'll be much better off.