When I’m in the mood.
As for your guy, seems to me he’s got two options:
- He can accommodate your presumed insecurities or physical sensitivities by limiting his excursions down south, and lavish you with praise and reassurance while he’s down there.
- He can lean into it and ceaselessly remind you what an exposed, vulnerable, and selfish little snot you are, lying there spread out and displayed as if you’re worth seeing, wallowing in his generosity as if you’re worth his time. He can tell you that he knows all the ways it makes you uncomfortable, and that’s what he likes about it. He can get tweezers and start plucking stray hairs while he’s at it. I mean, really, who says you get to take the night off?