It makes me weak in the knees to hear Australian women say the word “cock.” I just love it. They say it with such extraordinary joy… as if surrendering to the wonderful possibilities of it all. 

I was so pleasantly amazed that I watched the woman beside me closely while I listened.   The word began way back in her throat and it emerged with a delightful, hollow little popping sound.  It was not unlike someone would say “cork… but they'd lose the “r.”

As she playfully repeated it for me, I realized that she wasn’t saying it for me… she was releasing it for me, as if it was lying there simply waiting to be uttered by a beguiling and beautiful woman. 

“Cock!”

She could not help but smile as she said it … and yet the elegance of the Aussie accent simply refused to allow her lips to have much at all to do with her articulation.  Everything happened down toward the back of her throat and with only a deft and subtle dance between her tongue and her palate.  Maybe the Australian tongue is just different… with more inherent flexibility?  

In my mind’s eye… the restrained smile that played about the corners of her mouth suggested that saying the word brought back memories full of flavor and varieties of texture.   I'd never before considered the fact that my cock is likely a very different texture from other men and will offer up a unique flavor.  I could see where that would likely be a lingering memory for a woman to dwell upon.   (I wish I had thought to ask her about my flavor…my taste.)

The distinctive difference between this Melbourne woman’s obvious love affair with the word… and the way an American woman might say the word was comparable to the difference between a Big Mac and Beef Wellington from the finest restaurants in New York City.   It’s just two entirely different things. 

Envision someone saying the word “cot” or “copper.”  American women treat the “o” in these words in the same manner when they say the word “cock.” It comes out so much more harsh and abrupt.   

Australian women, however, favor the long “o” sound like someone would say “call” or “cause” … “cock.”  And then they conclude the delightful term by popping it out with emphasis on the “ck” at the end, and a display of tonsil prowess that any man would yearn to experience first-hand.   (This woman put such delightful emphasis on the “ck” at the end that it almost seemed like a two-syllable word.)

“Co-ck!”     

I’ve never favored the word “cock” as a viable label for my penile appendage. It has always been my “dick” by default. “Penis” sounds very nerdy.  “Genitals” is rather evasive and clinical.  Both “prick” and “cock” always sounded more aggressive than would ever be my preference.  And all of the others… “schlong, wiener, pecker, tool,” and the rest always sounded like someone working too hard to find an acceptable alternative. 

It was with some surprise, then… that I reacted with a jolt one day when she removed her mouth long enough to say to me, “I love your cock.” 

I actually interrupted her enthusiastic endeavors so that I could hear her say it again.   She was both amused and pleased to have that kind of affect on me.   The little popping echo I could hear as she caressed the word intrigued me.  I was so fascinated that I held my hand up in front of her mouth to feel the exhalation of her warm breath as she said it again for me.

“Cock!”  

I am certain that when an American woman says it… the exhalation of air would be far less evident if detectable at all.   I haven’t explored it further because I could immediately hear the lack of animation in the word here in the states upon returning home. It would be a waste of time.  I don’t wish to be insulting, but there is really no contest.  Women here say the word with their jaws and you can see their mouths widen and the corners of their lips stretch open as they say it.  

An Australian woman’s mouth barely moves… unless it is to smile.  It’s like they cannot resist the smile that naturally accompanies the experience of saying it.  If anything… her lips slightly extend a bit as if to kiss you as she says it.  The skin around the lips crinkles just so.  The picture featured here was taken immediately after such a discussion as we waited for a trolley.  She still could not suppress the lingering smile.