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Sexual Theory

What is This Sexuality….Female Dominance not FemDomme

September 27, 2019 June 14, 2023 Autobiography Sex Work Sexual Theory

I have been trying to define my current sexuality for some time now and the best I can come up with is that I have the sexuality of a man. I am striving for that big dick energy of a 40 something rich fat man, laying back, smoking a cigar, making young pretty things do what he wishes, twirl around on his dick and try their hardest to impress him and keep him happy…Dan Bilzarian…even though he isnt fat.

I have been struggling for quite some time with the concept of Female Domination, being a Domme, a Dominatrix, and FemDom. Im not sure when it happened, probably came from repeated interactions online at work, where I realised that the majority of men who want to be dominated, want the role of a dominatrix played out on them. The vast majority of FemDom porn and performers stick to the script. Dress a certain way, behave a certain way, act out certain behaviours and attitudes. Be mean, wear intense outfits, cause pain, humiliate him…all in the way HE wants. HE wants to be treated a certain way and he is making a woman do that to him. Yes the women “want” to domme in that way, cause that was BDSM is. But do they “want” to in the same way they “want” to wear make up or “want” to be empowereed in any of the other ways capitalism and the patriachy has scripted for us? Is the want from a lack of the concept that it could be something else than what already exists.

If you really semantically break down the concept of Female Domination, to me, logically it means where the woman gets to do what SHE wants with the male. Its not a set role, its not even your own interpretation of the available options to pick and mix from. It is letting the woman entirely decide what she wants to do with the male body in front of her. If we have a blank slate on the concept of female dominated sex we can make it what ever each of us wants it to be.

And to me, what I am calling my dominance, is that I get to treat men, like they treat women. I love objectifying them, womansplaining, manipulating them into pushing their boundaries, collecting beautiful conquests, making them try their damn hardest to impress me with their physicality and sexual ability, to use their bodies in ways that feels good for me and my body, even if they arent getting physical pleasure from it, I like to poke and prod and explore, tease and deny, take my time, savour the sensations I’m feeling, and all the while expect him to seem greatful for the sex I am giving him and be convincingly turned on and enjoying it, even if he isnt. I want him to just lay back and let me do most of the work, use the skills I have gained and honed and enjoy using over the 20 years I have been fucking. I like giving pleasure, but in ways I enjoy. I want the man to let the person with the most experience and knowledge on sex run the show, ME. I want them to follow orders I give cause I know best. My orgasm and pleasure comes first, and many many times before theirs is even thought about. I want to make them contribute to a reduction in the orgasm gap. I want the amount of orgasms I have to help re balance that average orgasm inequality for all women. I want them, like many women do, to lie back and let my sex happen onto them. I want to be soft and sensual and sexy, because its how I enjoy intimacy. Unlike many men who do all this with zero awareness of the dominant force their maleness has over all sex acts, I am consciously choosing this male behavior so they get to experience the subtle control and dominance most women have to submit to, even when they are Domming.

Men who want a Domme dont want a woman who does what she wants. They want to have the specific sexual experience that that currently defines. I get that many men and women are perfectly happy with the current manifestations of Female Dominance. But as I like to reconceptualise everything that has ever existed, my interest in reframing sex for women and with the unease with which I associated my sexuality with the traditional role of FemDom, I felt it nessersary to look into other options, ideas and concepts of how women could get pleasure from controlling the sexual situation.

Maybe there is already word or phrase that sums up my sexuality, but I feel like I havent seen a depiction or description of such a sexuality. I guess a close scenario would be more down the lines of sissification. But I dont need men to pretend to be women to treat them like they treat us. Once again that is a performance of a role. The man performing a insulting appropriation of gender and the woman treating him how he wants to be treated. I have seen a camgirl friends videos on pornhub where she is pegging men and does seem to be embodying a similar kind of dominance. A quiet, manipulative control. Maybe when women get to have dicks we embody more of that male dominant behaviour. There could be more examples of my type of control amongst pegging fans maybe. But there definately isnt a recognised term for female led sex that doesnt conjour up leather and whips. And I need that to change. Cause I exist.

I always used to joke that I was a gay man trapped in a womans body because of my sexuality. Even before I liked the kind of control I do now, I still objectified men and collected conquests and had a very open and casual attitude to promiscuity, kink and talking about sex, that I felt more akin to the way men interacted with sex. But I love dick so a gay man seems more fitting.

Because of my level of experience and knowledge on sex, I think all the sex I have should be led by me now. It doesnt have to be the most extreme version of me controlling someone. The basic assumptions about the sexual script we already have where the man is the one to define what happens when and at what pace needs to be ripped up as it is only half of the story. But to most it is the only way sex happens. It is a very subtle shift into understanding how to put down the male concept of sex and let the woman take on the responsibility of being the sexual conductor.

Maybe I need to break some of this down. For example, a man doesnt need to thrust his penis in and out of me. That is him controlling the sex act. Instead, let me use his dick like my toy. I can move around on it more than enough to create sensations I like and can use that dick to make my vagina feel good. Now he may not like a dick soak, or a slow grind, or you experimenting with angles and the subtleness of what the vagina can enjoy and feel may not stimulate the dick in the way they are used to stimulating their dicks. But that is the point. Vaginas normally just get pumped and prodded at cause it makes the dick feel good. They like in and out, friction, forward and back. They think this is what feels good for a woman too cause its the only conception of sex and the source of female sexual pleasure too. But what if that isnt what feels best for my vagina…and it doesnt. What if there are other ways the penis and vagina can interact that actually feel way better to me? That means the hundreds, nay, thousands of times men have used my vagina to make their dick feel good, I just have had to go along with it and make the best of it. Cause pumping the vagina is what sex is and that is all we have to work with. Right? Right? No. Wrong. Sex can be anything you want it to be. So how about women get to spend some time figuring out what they like, what feels good to their vagina, while the man just has to lay there and make the best of the sensations he is recieving. Its called give and take. In sex men give and women take it. No thanks. Not for me any more. There are certain sexual positions or intensity that need more help from the man and still feel good, and we can use our words to ask for it when we want it, not just recieve it when they want to give it, cause fucking a dead fish isnt fun. I dont want them just to starfish. Cause men know sex with women like that are bad. Good sex is reciprocated. But it should be the man mirroring and responding to what I give and do for a change rather than woman having to respond to what a man is giving. There is a ground between just lying back and “letting” someone use your prone body, and taking over and using someone else how you want.

More examples, I dont need you to push my head down to suck your dick. I’ll be pushing your head down when I want your mouth on me. I don’t need to taste myself on your dick or lips. I need to feed you your pre cum and make you taste yourself on me. We dont like the taste of cum any more than you do, but we take it for you. Now its your turn to take it for us. And if you refuse, think its “gay”, too kinky, gross, well then women should boycott ever having your sperm in them or on them again too. Cause we swallow and smile. Even if its fucking disgusting. Just think of all the “norms” expected of men and women during sex and flip them. I am not gonna spend hours primping and preening, getting rid of all my hair, dressing up in cute outfits and doing make up for a dude. Cause they dont do that for us. They may trim and shower. So that is what I will do. But I’m not gonna perform being a woman, I already am one. I dont need you to perform a fake masculinity and dont expect it. You are a man as you are. As I am woman. No more effort needed.

Every step of the male female interaction, look at it, and flip it. See how it sits. Why do men get to do things women can’t and vice versa? There are so many subtle ways in which men dominate women and women choose roles to please men in every part of sex. And I am ready to challenge them all. To experiment and see what happens. See what new possibilities and ideas it opens up. It goes back into my previous writing about matriarchal sex. We know nothing of the possibilities of sex. We know not what Female Dominated sex would be like. We only know the patriarchal scrips that have been refined and reduced to the limited options we have today. It is time for women to find out what their ideas of sex are, how they can enjoy and make the most of the male body and how to reject capitalist patriarchy and actually be empowered and dominant.

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Women Know Nothing Of The Possibilities Of

July 25, 2019 June 14, 2023 Autobiography Sexual Theory

For some time I have wanted to write a follow up to the original piece “We Know Nothing of the Possibilies of Sex” that reconstructs the narrative of sex that I had deconstructed. Something that has come up that I wanted to address was womens complicity in the patriacal suppression of our sexuality. I have shared my first piece with a friend who has shared it with other women and men and bblah blah blah

I knew I neeeded to clarify things when my best friend, an enlightened, spiritual woman, told me she had yet another dissapointing sexual interaction where she couldnt get the man to make love to her in the way we have conceptualised, he still just fucked her, despite her explaining it all to him. He didnt spend time on her pleasure like she now feels entitled to, as should all women. He didnt even “pretend to try”.  And she also said “Man, I dunno how you deal with bad sex.” That immediately created a very visceral reaction of shock and disgust. What did she mean? How did she think I was still having bad sex? Did she think I was still lying back and letting random men use my body how they wish, with the slight hope that my pre sex chat about enlightened sexuality would change their minds and how they use their bodies in a brand new way to give me the sex I craved? How could she think that still submitting to men giving her their sex was anything like what I had talked about previously? And then it hit me. Since I conceptualised a space for women to explore their sexuality without man taking the lead with pumping and pounding, squashing and overwhelming, I havent talked about the womens role in creating and using that space. It seems that by calling out the problematic elements of male led sex, it gave the impression that it was a male problem to solve. That is ceratainly the message I got from my friend. “I told them all the ideas and they arent doing the thing I want.” In fact, what I have come to know is that it is the female problem to solve. It is women who perpetuate the sexual norms and discomforts put upon them. I know cause I was doing it myself up until very recently. Until last year when I realised I had no space to give anyone my sex, I have been actively making sure I am the one to make the sex I want.

My responce to how I deal with bad sex:

“I dont have it any more! I dont let people fuck me. I fuck them. I take the lead. I make it the sex I want. I tell them what to do and how to do it. I talk to them before about the kind of sex I like and believe is possible and want to explore. I pick dudes who will listen. I dont ever let anyone just have sex with me. I help myself cum in ways I know I can and enjoy.”

“You need to be the one to have good sex. You need to stop letting them fuck you have they want. Its not a option with me.”

“Take responsibility. Dont let them lead. Dont lie back and let them be men. Make love to them.”

“I make foreplay last as long as I want. I tease. Delay. Verbalize. I tell them off. I use their body the way mine used to be used. They are my toy to lie back and let me use.”

“You wont ever have the sex you want, untill you are the one to have it.”

“They dont deserve it if they cant show you they can understand it. They dont get to give you their sex if they cant comprehend recieving yours. End it. Walk away. Kick them out.”

“If a dude puts his hand on my head, I’ll stop and tell him he is never to do that again. Unless a girl asks. I stop sex to teach them. It gets awkward sometimes. It gets worse before it gets better sometimes. But its worth it.”

“The sex space isnt sacred. Its play, practice.”

“In the moment its not a discussion. They dont feel the need to defend themselves. They want to listen and please you. After, talking about it, the ego comes in. Talking about it theorethically is gonna make them reacting. But instructing sexily is heard. Show, dont tell.”

“If you tease and build up slowly and long, and touch them soft. Stop often. Switch between all their body parts. Dont let them move it forward. They can start to see by example rather than words. Make it fun. I never instruct in a teaching way. Unless they do something toxic. But even then I do things to keep it sexual.”

“When it comes to dick time. Dont let them stick it in. Tease yourself with it. If they try and hold it or put it in I smack their hand away and say “mine”, or “oi thats my toy, let me play with it.” Dont let it all in you in one go. Slowly, Bit by bit.”

“Even if they dont like it. I dont fucking care. Cause they get to be the one not having exactly what they want for  change. And I’m ok with that.”

This is where her response triggered some bold realisations.

Her: “But yeah I guess I probably think they’ll get turned off or something”.

Me: “So What? You need to take that step where their pleasure isnt your priority any more.”

“I know there is a fear that stops it. As I had it forever. But its that realization that the fear is of nothing. The sex might end. Their dick might get soft. They might not cum as quick. They might leave. And they are all good things. Cause if that is the reaction, then its worth ending.”

“Its only their pleasure the fear helps maintain. By staying in the fear state you keep your pleasure restricted and theirs a priority. This i why I now feel women are just as complicit in the bad sexual practices as men. We choose to put them first. Our ego does it.”

“All they need is to be open to letting you lead and demonstrate. The dont have to learn new techniques or ideas. They only need to give you space. Actual space so youre not squished under them. To move how you want and need. Space as time. Time to go at your own pace. Space in which they can lay back and recieve your pleasure. That makes it less overwhelming and intimidating and threatening to them. They actually have to do less, not more.”

“A good way to talk about it before is by making a new exciting thing you want to try. You have these ideas but want help practiving and exploring. So it can be a mutual trying out. You dont have to pretend to be confident or know what youre doing. Just be passionate about what you want to achieve.”

So what is it we are trying to achieve. I think a good constructive starting point gained from this interaction is the concept of space. Of men not needing to do anything. Of it being a unlearning rather than a aquisition of new skills. The whole point of my first piece and also the following piece on performative sex, was to find a way where the women aquires a new way of having sex. And in order to do this we need space to practive. I am in a priviledged position of experience and confidence in my body and sexuality and abilities, so I am aware of how much of a smoother transition this exploration has been for me than it may be for others. For example my friends reaction was “I hate going on top.” (its definately not that simple) And “That takes confidence. I’ll work on it.” However due to the transitory nature of my life even I havent had the space to deeply explore these ideas. First time sex is definately a place for give and take, normally its all recieving as a woman, but I make sure there is space for me to give and share. I have aquired this space for myself in specific, focused ways.

I make it clear from the start, often before we meet, that I am in no way interested in submissive play or for perpetuating any toxic male dominated sexual norms, like being “rough”, spanking, hair pulling, pounding, contorting. I dont need to be used. I dont enjoy a “good hard fuck.” And if that isnt ok with them then play is not an option. I express my interest in more female domination fetishes, such as pegging and cei and share my professional experience as well as my passion for quality connections even if it is just for one night. I like younger men too. So all of that combined makes it quite clear that I am a confident woman who knows what she wants and likes and isnt afraid to get it. This ensures a dynamic where they are willing to listen and learn. And a excitemnt and curiousity for what I will be bringing to the bedroom.

If the pre sex hang out has become a many hour long deep expose of our life stories, passions, beliefs and experiences in the world then no doubt I will have also touched upon my theoretical exploration of what matriachal sex may be, my interest in how women might want to use the male body and what sex could be if we stripped away all the stories and cultural conditoning of the last 20,000 years around sex.

To me the male body is a beautiful wonder to explore. Each man and boy I get to play with is a gift to unwrap. Women scientifically need longer build up and stimulation before we are receptive to sex and penetration. And rather than lying back and expecting a man to manually stimulate us in what is typically overly aggressive and fast moving forplay for a duration and way that will get us there, I say its on women to create that foreplay space.

Often as this is first time sex, I let a little natural progression start things off. We start kissing, and the passion kicks in. Grabbing, grinding, he may peal off my shirt or start reaching for the go to parks. He may lay me down and try and put his passion onto to. And I let that happen for a few minutes, seeing what he is bringing to the table. I like to give them their traditional space to start with, cause you never know if they may naturally be in sync with you anyway or what interesting style they might have. Butttt usually after a few minutes of this, I am ready to stop it. They may be moving things forward to quickly, or squashing me under thier body, or being tentative and unsure of what to actually do, nervous or over eager to please. We are usually in some awkward positon, just carrying on so as to not draw attention to the fact that we are finally getting it on. So I break away and tell them its my time to play. I move the extra pillows off my bed, rearrange things, and tell them to make themselves comfortable. I create physical space between us and break the passion in favour of practicality. I am basically setting up so we can make the most of the situation. With them reclined on the bed, I take it all in, my new toy for the night. The beautiful boy i am about to get to play with.

I love skin on skin contact. reveling in the feel of someones skin on mine is the natural first step to meeting their naked self. I peel their shirt off, and mine and press our torsos together. I like to hug and be held, slide my arms over their skin, rub my chest all over them. Rub my cheeks against their stomach and chest. We are animals. We should mate like animals. I inhale their smells. Their neck, their chest, their armpits, thier hips. I lay beside them and use my hands and fingertips to carress their body, finding soft spots, senstive places. I start using my mouth too. Tasting, sucking, licking, nibbling, kissing. I put my hands in thier hair. Kiss thier faces. I use and move my body erotically against them in ways that make me feel sexy and feminine, arched back, sliding my body over his. I get ontop and grind myself on the hardening lump in his pants. He doesnt need to lie back like a dead fish. He reacts, makes noises, gets tickelish, gets frustrated, strokes my skin, kisses me back, moves his body against mine, holds me, kisses my neck, sucks on my nipples when i give them to him.

Grinding against pants and often belt buckles and having a dick squished at a weird angle is uncomfortable for both of us. They often go to pull off their pants and underwear for me. But I stop them. I sit back and slowly unbuckle, unbutton, unzip. I start to pull down their pants and make sure they keep their boxers on. I get off him and tell him to get them off, as I remove mine, again keeping my underwear on. Then he can lay back and let me take it all in again. Now we can feel the skin of our legs against each other as well as our torsos. Again I revel in the skin on skin contact and make the most of the small subtle pleasures this affords, slowing things back down. I go back to rubbing my body against his in all the ways I can to feel all of him, moving in ways that make me feel sexy. Stroking, grabbing, licking, biting.

Meeting the penis is a very exciting moment for me. I like to build it up. Tease myself with it. I run my hands over their boxers, avoiding my goal. Along the line of the elastic over their hips. I use my lips and tongue to tease them and find their sensitive spots. I rub their legs, up to the inner thigh. I pull the waistband lower and lower towards their cock. I marvel at the wet patch forming on their underwear. And maybe, eventually, I use my finger tips to get my first feel of their hard cock, stroking through their boxers. I build and build with this play till I’m the one that cant wait any longer, until I am desperate to finally see their cock. I lift the waistband and pop it out with the satisfying thwack of hard cock against stomach, and pull them down, leaving him naked, exposed and hard, aching for more. Kneeling between his legs I slowly start to meet his penis. I talk to it. Use my finger tips to feel the smooth skin stretched over the hard muscle. Wipe up any precum oozing from the tip, taste it. And finally wrap my hand around it to feel all of it. I dont start “wanking” the cock or manually stimualting it in any way. I treat it like the rest of his body I was just exploring, and I go back to other parts I enjoyed, like hips, arm pits, neck. With my panties still on, I can place myself on top so his hard exposed cock can comfortably sit between us while i feel him against my pussy. I get down between his legs, so Im face level with his dick. I dont try and lie next to him so I can kiss and reach down and grope and fondle in uncomfortable positions, awkwardly trying to offer pleasure while maintaining the configuration of sexual norms. I use my face and hands, lips and mouth gently and slowly to explore the penis and often my natural desire to feel it in my mouth takes over and I slip it inside. I dont give a blow job. Im not “good” at sucking dick. I use the dick and my mouth in ways that feel good. I run the tip over my lips, slide my mouth along the shaft, i tickle it with my tongue, I suck on it so I can feel the hardness and smooth skin. I explore his balls and taint. Back to his hips and nips. I start sucking on it, getting more and more passionate and him getting more and more into it, and then stop. I sit back. I fix my hair. Get some water. Smile. Let him know I’m taking my time on purpose. And then go back for more. Over and over. As much or as little as I want.

By now my pussy will be dripping. Litterally. Running down my thighs. Spending all this time on his body, in the ways I enjoy, turns me on way more than a stranger prodding and poking at my pussy with his fingers and tongue in the only ways he knows how, ever could. First time foreplay isnt often going to be what you like. The preconcieved ideas of what foreplay are are already too fast and furious for a woman, going from 0 to vaginal penetration asap in order to stimulate the areas that shouldnt even be touched until we are ready, not to get us ready. Rubbing clitoris, inserting fingers, tongues and mouths on pussies, isnt foreplay, that is sex. This is foreplay. Getting the vagina ready and excited and aching to be touched. Not flogging dead meat to liven it up ready for a cock.

Now, now that Ive built myself up, turned myself on, enjoyed getting to know their bodies, shared examples of touch and time and space that isnt normally available in a first time hook up and feel fully ready, then, then I give them access to my body. As simple as saying “lets switch”, or “your turn”, I lie back next to them and give them space to make a move. This is where things can vary a lot. And this is where I am still open to a lot of dissapointment and get to learn how bad most people are at sex and how little they actually take on board of new ideas.  Some, think this means its time to penetrate me. Even though I still have my panties on. Even though they still havent touched my pussy. Some do the standard, uncomfortbale reach down to manually stimulate my pyssy in ways that will always be bad cause they cant see it, or have free hands to access it. Some occasionally grasp the idea of giving back what they just got and like to tease and tickle, kiss and lick. Even more occassionally I get the same quality oral I give. Some elicit orgasms, most dont. Never does anyone plant themselves between my thighs and get their hands and mouths at a comfotable level, to slowly, gently and inquisistively explore my vagina in the way I just met thier penis. They treat my pussy like its as resilient as thier dicks. So I offer constructive criticism and guiding hands on the position or placement of their hands or mouths. I am blown away every single time by how the vagina becomes just the clitoris or vaginal canal. I have outer lips, groin, inter thighs, hips, pubic mounds. It has been known for a decade that the clitoris extends down the sides of the vagina and is able to be stimulated from the outer lips. Yoni massage is a thing on porn sites as well as sexual wellness information online. However, even after explaining how the whole body needs to be a part of sex, and with all this not even that new information on how to stimulate the pussy, only the inner pink slit is ever explored with a touch that is never gentle or exploritory enough.

There will be a moment when penetration is going to be the next step. I dont always get to move this forward the way I want, remeber this is first time sex with a stranger, but in a ideal world, they can lie back again and let me be the one to find the best way to insert the large hard foreidn object inside of me, rather than letting them poke and prod into a unknown space. My ideal way is to use thier cock, again like i did with it through their underwear and slide my pussy up and down the length of their hard shaft, letting my wetness spread over them. I let the tip tickle my inner lips and poke gently at my entrance. My clit rubs against thier stomach as I get used to the feel of their hard cock against my pussy. I tease over and over the tip at the entrance. If I can use thier cick like this to build myself up even more, I can experience a orgamsn when I finally feel them inside me. If they try and guide the cock inside me I swat their hand away and thell them its mine. That I want to do it my way.  And eventually when I cant wait any more, not them, i let it slide in, millimeter at a time, slowly, letting my body get used to this foreign intrustion. I revel in the feeling of stretching around him, feeling how hard he is inside me, seeing how much I can fit inside, sliding down till i am filled up. And then, hold. As is customary, this is where they think they can start pumping at it. Wrong. This is where my vagina needs to get used to and enjoy the feeling of them insed me, filling me up, sretching me. The amazing, full, satisfying manly feeling of them inside me. Its heaven. I dont need it pumping in and out to really enjoy the sensations. I need it still so i can feel it, squeeze it, grind down further, deeper, fuller, feel my clit against them. Then slowly slowly we can explore movement.

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without sex i am nothing.

June 21, 2019 June 14, 2023 Autobiography Mental Health Sex Work Sexual Theory

without sex i am nothing. i am sat in the library crying cause my body is aching to be touched so badly. Its all ive wanted for the longest time now, like a month. is to just spend time in bed with someone. to feel my skin on someone. to have sex over and over. to be held. and touched. to kiss someone. to have someone touch me like they love my body and what it can do. i feel sick right now.. its so painful i want to vomit. its entirely all consuming. a few hours, a day, a night, isnt enough. i need days to open up and relax and unwind and connect.

laying down with someone i like is when i am happy. peacful, content. no mind. doing what i am supposed to be doing. it is my purpose. and without it i have nothing i like or enjoy. i dont exist.

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“Screw Calves and Pecs—I’m a Dick Woman”

June 9, 2019 May 7, 2022 Autobiography Feminism Sexual Theory

Who says there’s no female equivalent of being a butt man, a boob man or a leg man?

…It’s not because I’m not shallow. I’m as shallow as any ass, tit or leg man out there. But I haven’t had my sexual preferences catered to in such a cartoonish, excessive way throughout my life—and so, like a lot of women, I don’t really feel comfortable going around talking about it.

What does that look like, to have your preferences catered to? Think about the first time you opened a Playboy as a kid. You, men, have been fed hundreds of thousands of images of women in submissive, deferential poses in ads and art and porn and films your entire lives. There are entire songs written about women’s body parts: “Legs,” “Ass Man,” and “Baby Got Back” to name a few, to say nothing of various and sundry references to “American thighs.” In women’s corner is that one TV show I Love Dick, which is actually about a guy named Dick and was quickly canceled, even though it was critically acclaimed.

This steady gush of ass-, tits- and legs-ism has deeply shaped your way of thinking about women’s bodies. So when you sit around and rank women’s body parts by your personal preference, you are participating in something called “dismemberment,” which sounds pretty gruesome!

It’s cultural conditioning. In other words, it’s not that women don’t fetishize men’s body parts or their bodies. Hooboy, do we! We just don’t have the privilege of being indulged and encouraged, and in control of most art and media, so that we can sit around ranking this shit all day long as if we’re piecing together our dream guy like in that accidental documentary about misogynistic nerds called Weird Science.

Before you go parroting back some old myths about men and sex — that you’re more visual, that you need sex more, that you’re hornier, that you can’t help it — you should really read some Daniel Bergner.

He’s a man who did journalistic research interviewing dozens of experts and reviewing the existing literature and found that everything we think we know about female sexuality is probably wrong. Women are hornier, lustier, more visual and into more novel sexual experiences than men. They are far more bored by monogamy than men.

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Today is my 20 year sex anniversary…Loosing My Virginity.

February 13, 2019 July 8, 2023 Autobiography Sex Life Sexual Theory

To Me:

Today is my 20 year sex anniversary. And I dont want to do anyone about it. I am 18 people away from a total of 400. I had kind of hoped I could co inside my 400 with my 20 year but the circumstances have not arisen so I will not force a number correlation. I am working on the bus at the moment. It is driving me mad. Its taking forever. but it is pretty fucking awesome. im scared to be excited about it incase it isnt gonna be as good as i think it is!!!! She is taking up most of my brain at the moment. So i guess so it shall be that my 20 year sexiversaty is spent introspectively and self indulgently. It feels right. like a lot changed at that moment and now is a time to reclaim some of that space for myself. Honor my journey. Not needing to share it with anyone else, physically. It is of more benefit to me mentally and physically to honor my own body rather than needing anyone else to honor it, as my celebration of my sexuality and sexual journey. i know now that no one can know and honor my sexuality enough right now to be worthy of spending time with my body on such a momentous occasion..

I find some of my musings exceptionally obnoxious, when reading them back, almost immediately. But it is only obnoxious if its shared. if not shared, it is just my thoughts. and we can think whatever we like.

My brain got foggier and foggier as the day went on today. I am exhausted. The bus is progressing slowly right now and my attempt to mulit task left me completely cotton wool brained. I was ready to go get some more things from Lowes but knew I wanted a bit of a drive first to try and clear my head. What did become clear was the fact that my head was getting increasingly fuzzy, not even the joint I was smoking helped. I stopped to figure out what it was i wanted to do and eventually realized I needed to write. I drove back home and picked up my laptop and drove back out, to the forest near my moms place. I have pulled over at the side of a dirt road, it seems quite a main one, and got my laptop out to write about my 20 year sexiversary. The back of the car is the next best thing to the bus I have.

I cant quite believe its been 20 years. That makes me feel old. An amount of time I cant comprehend. 14 doesn’t seem that long ago. It wasnt that long ago I was a teenager, Im barely an adult now. I’ve slept with boys who are under 20 now. I mean, Im not surprised, I did it on purpose. To specifically fuck boys young enough to technically have been my son. I cant wait till im 36 then I can fuck someone half my age. 

20 years ago I lost my virginity. Tomorrow, 20 years ago, I was released from hospital after being given plan b, hiv preventative meds, a rape kit, an IV, and a preliminary interview with the police. In two days time, 20 years ago, news of me loosing my virginity hit the front pages of all the national newspapers in the UK, as well as being featured on the TV news. The whole of the country knew I had gotten drunk and had sex, however, as I was in America at the time, I was unaware of the commotion I had caused. In 5 days time, 20 years ago, I arrived back at Heathrow airport, to be greeted by two members of the press I had seen on a TV show about the airport at the time. I excitedly told the teachers they were there, and they proceeded to inform me to be quiet and behave because they were there to see me. In 6 days time, 20 years ago, I found out that I had been suspended from my school and was to stay at home. My parents and the parents of my friend, who had been at the same party as me, tried to fight the school to get our suspension over turned because it wasnt our fault the teachers didnt check the chalets each night, thus me and my friends being able to go out to a party at 14, on a school trip, with no adults knowing where we were. During one tense evening in 8 days, 20 years ago, the 4 parents were in one room, me and my friend were watching TV in the next room. The 6 O’Clock news came on. And we were the headline. We couldnt believe it. We didnt quite know the extent of the press coverage of our story and this was the first we had seen of it. We ran screaming into our parents, excited, to tell them. The excitement was not appreciated. Our parents won against the school and we had to go back to face the music in 10 days, 20 years ago. I went in late so as not to have to walk up the long drive with everyone around. I had to stop wearing make up to school. An assembly was held to discuss what had happened to me and the press coverage. The whole country and all my school mates had now been discussing, reading and hearing about me loosing my virginity for a week. Shortly after I returned to school, our friendship group split in two over the events that lead to the world discovering I had lost my virginity. Several weeks later one of the teachers who was on the trip, and our form teacher, quit due to a nervous breakdown from the stress of me loosing my virginity. 18 months later I was in America again, waiting at a courthouse for the boy I lost my virginty to, to arrive so we could start the hearing. I wasnt pressing charges. The state was, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was going to be able to answer their questions via a video link to the court room so I wouldnt have to be in there with him. Statutory rape wasnt the only charge however. He had stolen credit cards, and something about alcohol and minors. At some point, while I sat in that wood paneled room with my mom and the woman who was liasing with us that looked exactly like my mom, it became apparent that he was not going to be showing up. An hour or so later we heard he had skipped the country. The boy I lost my virginity to had fled the country to his families home country in eastern europe. All because I had been taken to this party, that was 20 years ago tonight. 8 years later we got a letter from the courthouse back in America. I was 24. 10 years after it happened. He had returned to America and arrested upon arrival. They asked if I wanted to say anything at his hearing. I didnt. We had only done what infinite people had done before us. Got drunk at a party and consensually fooled around. He was sentenced to a short amount of time in jail  and probation and may have even gotten time served. The people that caused this whole situation, the boys who took us to the party in exchange for marijuana, and my friend that got caught on her way to the boys chalet after the party to thank them for taking us, as a poor excuse to see the one she fancied, then told the teachers she was out looking for a teacher because me and my friend were vomiting and might have been raped, had no repercussions from the night. And they were the only problematic people in the situation. Yes a 19 year old probably shouldnt have sex with a 14 year old girl. But I wasnt your average 14 year old, I knew what I wanted, and according to my memory, I made sure I got as much of it as I could that night from many of the boys, even if no one elses police statement matched up with my memory. But that didnt surprise me. Who would tell the police I was alone in a room with about 5 or 6 of the American boys, playing spin the bottle, but with much more dick sucking instead of making out? I did though. And I still remember being in that room today. What I dont actually even remember, is having sex. I only remember on the walk home realizing my vagina was sore and commenting that I thought I had had sex. Its a weird dichotomy to hold, the whole country knowing I had lost my virginity, yet me, never even remember it happening. After loosing my virginity made front page news and wreaked havoc for many people, I dont think I was ever going to have a normal sex life. I was destined for a life of sex, about sex, for sex, sex work, sexiness, feminism, the body, self exploration, openness, intimacy, sexual skills, exploring. Sex has always been something I didnt need to hide or suppress, maybe because of how I lost my virginity. Or maybe I was always and always would have been like this. Even if we hadnt gotten caught, or if I hadnt gone to the party and it was another time, with another person, without scandal. I will never know for sure, but for sure in relation to how I lost my virginity, my sexuality and sexual history, makes sense.

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Performative Sex

Performative Sex

December 15, 2018 June 14, 2023 Autobiography Sexual Theory

I am still thinking, as I am in most of my previous writing I’ve collected for this blog, about a way to be able to express my sexuality and get my sexual needs fulfilled. I tried, very foolishly to have a conversation with a boy over text message about the things women keep silent about in sex. It did not go well, and no matter how woke and on my level in other areas a boy may seem, that does not mean he has progressed any further from the least woke man with his sexuality. Good to learn. One thing that stuck with me from that conversation was one statement.

“I don’t think I’m actively trying to block your sexuality or the way you want to be.”

And that is the problem. They don’t know. They have no concept of what they could be blocking cause they have no concept of what female sexuality truly can be. They don’t know that they are filling the metaphorical silence in sex by being the aggressor, the one to take action, the one to make the moves, to determine the pace, to direct the penis. By not giving me the space to display my sexuality, you are, in effect, blocking it.  By determining which sex acts happen and when after my interest has been shown, a man is not letting me be the way I want to be.

I am lucky enough to be completely free with my body and sexuality…in my mind, conceptually, when I am alone, or when I’m in a sex work environment that enables me and gives me the power and places the rules and boundaries in my hands. All the different elements of sex work I have done have given me immense confidence in my innate sexiness, how to move my body, how to incorporate dance and sex. Dancing on stage for stripping and also years of DJing and partying at clubs around the world, dancing on stages from the age of 15 to 30, gives me confidence to enjoy my own moves. The years of masturbating and self exploration have left me deeply knowledgeable about my vagina, orgasms and their capabilities, and the likes and dislikes of my vagina. The large amount of partners I’ve had frees me from the insecurity and awkwardness of being with a new naked person. With all this freedom and confidence I am finding the deep fantasies of how I want to able to perform sexually.

However without telling a man prior to the sex that there is to be an agreement where they are a passive consumer of my sexuality and trust them to behave and react accordingly based off my wants and needs for the scenario, I cannot do this. Most men don’t want to be passive toys, as women are, so basically, I don’t get to do what I want.

The “what I want” is the subject here today. I want to write down the sex I want to have, the me I want to be able to be in the bedroom. Because I think that with the privilege of freedom I have over my mind, body and sexuality, I am actually closer to finding what is the true nature of my feminine sexuality. And what I am realizing is it is getting vaster and vaster. This is just one expression of that sexuality I wish I could share.

I want to be able to be performative in my sexual acts. I want to be a goddess. I want to show off. I don’t want to be suppressed, manipulated, have sexual acts performed on my repose body. I want to dance. I want to seduce a man and myself with moving my body in an erotic and sexual way. Dance, not like you have to in the confined, self conscious and restrained way as in a nightclub, but with the passion, excitement and abandon of having your own private sexual stage. Do floor work, roll around, climb up and down your man, move your body in ways that feels good, feel yourself. Seduce. Build up the energy and excitement. Perform.

Animals perform many rituals in order to have sex, they show off plumage, display engorged genitals, they dance together, sometimes its the male animal that has to display to get sex, sometimes its the female. Humans are no different. We would have had our animal ways of attracting each other, which has now been taken over by capitalistic and possessive displays of love. However I personally am striving to get back to the animal. I want to fulfill my natural feminine animal sexuality. Let me be a peacock every now and then.

Let me use everything I’ve learnt over the years. Let me give you a lap dance. The kind that I crave but the kind that would get me fired for giving in a professional setting. Let me grind my body all over you. Tease you. Tickle your neck. Let me use my hips, pussy and ass on your lap to work myself up, so I’m desperately horny. Clothes still on. Panties wet. Let me make eye contact with you as I slide down your body and away from you, where I can strip, sensually and with all the skill I’ve gained over my life. Not in the awkward fumbling way you would if you were locked in a kiss and trying to just get on with the sex without drawing too much attention to it. Let me keep staring at you as I show you my body, spread my legs, run my hands over my skin, pinch my nipples, and spread my wetness over my pussy. Let me show you how I touch myself. You still don’t move. I am still just displaying myself to you. Take note of what I do to my pussy. You don’t need to be doing anything more brutal to it than I do.

Let me get in your lap again, naked and spread my juices over your pants, feel me on your stomach. Your hands can touch my skin, my breasts, but you don’t need to touch my pussy. That’s not whats happening yet. Let me peel your shirt off, so you can feel my skin against yours, my lips on your neck, shoulders, chest. Let me slide down your body and tease your hips and sides, unbuckle your belt and loosen your pants. When I want it, come with me to the bed and let me pull them off. And carry on my dance with your body. Let me feel your skin, stroke you, kiss you, feel your energy, feel what your body needs. Lay back and let rub my skin all over your body. Feel how amazing it feels just to enjoy skin on skin contact. Soft smooth skin on skin is like drugs to me. I can spend hours just enjoying the sensations of having another naked human close to me. Let me roll you onto your front and I’ll give you a body massage, from tapping into what I know you need. I want to use all the parts of my body I can to give you the energy and healing you need, where you need it. Then roll you back on your back and carry on.

When you are as relaxed and open as I am, I want to step up the pace. I want you naked. I want to meet your cock. I want to look at it. Caress it. Feel how hard it is. See it, acknowlege it, comprehend it. Then I want to climb back up your body to get your tongue in my mouth. And I really want it in my mouth. I love kissing. So deep its too much. Just as long as you can do that without excess spit! I hate spit. But kiss me with force, use your tongue, get wierd and gross, but not in a tongue flicky porn kind of way, but a deep, sensual, erotic coupling. Let the kissing be everything. I dont need anything else. Roll around with it, entwine. Let me grind, dont force me down onto body parts to give me the friction YOU think I need. Show me that you will let me do what I want and what feels good to ME.

Then I want your hands on my pussy. But not in any way you know how. I dont even know how to get someone to touch my pussy in the way I want. But I know there are things I want to happen that don’t! It is something like a need for more general, light but firm stimulation, than the specifically focused, hard, aggressive attention it gets usually. I want both hands down there doing work. One isn’t enough. I don’t want you lying up here with me, your arms stretched to reach my pussy. Get down there, rest your head on my thigh if you need, but fucking work on my pussy like you’re petting a kitten. Hold it, caress it, don’t stab it with ignorant fingers, probe gently, with stimulation happening in other places at the same time. Maybe we can be top to toe so I can gently handle your cock too, teasing it, stroking it, enjoying having my own beautiful toy to play with, while you are at a easier level to reach everything I need stimulating. If you do that right, I’ll probably have already cum.

I want to move on from things when I am ready, not to be rushed, and not to carry on doing things after I loose the fire for it. I fucking love sucking dick. I love focusing entirely on how the cock feels in my mouth. I let my mouth do what it wants, all that exists in the sensations, all i am is sensual energy and pleasure. I have no body That is when I experience flow. Im not gonna play up to porn or cliches about how to suck good dick, hard, fast, deep, because that shit hurts. Im gonna suck it in the way that gets my pussy dripping between my thighs. Let me at the balls, the taint, and if I really like you, let my dip down to the little rosebud of the asshole. Do not, ever, for one second, put your fucking hands ANYWHERE near my head, shoulders, or neck. We definitely, 100% do not need that. It is fucking gross. FOR WHATEVER FUCKING REASON YOU DO IT. Unless the woman begs you to do it, dont, fucking, do it.

If I’m really wound up I might want to try to deep throat your cock. My throat is small though and I don’t need any pain. Let me deprive myself of air on your cock, let me hold it as deep as it feels good, as long as want, till when I come up for air, I’m gasping and left even more turned on. I may want to suck your cock for 5 minutes or 50 minutes. However long I’m enjoying it. And when i’m done, im done.

And when I’m done, my pussy will be so wet, that there will be a snail trail down to my knees. Enjoy it. Appreciate how fucking wet sucking your dick got my pussy.  Then taste it. Let me relax for a few minutes, I’ll lay back and you can go back to using your two hands and mouth to explore my vagina. Kiss my pussy like you kiss a mouth. Its not all pokey tongue bullshit or lapping at the damn clit. If you are too fucking scared to really lock lips with a pussy, then get the fuck out of there. But I am not scared of how I taste or what is going on down there so you better not be either.

If I’m really enjoying your mouth and face on my pussy or feeling like taking control again, I wanna ride your face. Now, until recently, this was something I had never done fully. I thought I’d done it. And I did notttt like it. I would hover above a guy, not letting my weight onto him, not sure of what direction to angle my pussy, insecure, and in no way enjoying a single second of what felt like having my vagina spread and dangley with someone slopping at it. I knew nothing of what it was like to let go on top of a man. Until the last time I did it. I had already fucked his ass, and he really wanted me to fuck his face. So I did. And god damn. I sat on him with my full weight, intentionally angled myself to how my body and pussy was comfortable instead of what I felt was more comfortable for him, and rather that letting my pussy dangle in his mouth, i used his face like i would have been grinding in your lap earlier. I held his hair and i slid my pussy  across his mouth from clit to asshole, pausing to get his tongue in my pussy and asshole too. I didnt care that it was a human under me. It was something that felt good for me to hump. I watched myself in the mirror and loved the power of smothering him, forcing him to take big gulps of pussy. And I came. A lot. But dont be rough with your mouth. With the weight of me on your mouth, you dont need to press up with any force. Let me decide the pressure. Let me use your face to cum.

And that is when I want to be filled up. I cant wait an longer. I need to feel your full size inside me. If I am really worked up, I can cum as soon as it slides inside me. That is the best feeling for me, and I hope the man, that his dick can make me cum instantly. So let me decide when it goes in, and how. Let me use the head of your cock to tease the entrance of my vagina, rub it over my clit, back down to my entrance and let me focus on enjoying that. Dont think that ramming it up into me as a surprise and a masculine way to fill me up, will be good for me, it wont. I can enjoy having the entrance of my pussy teased with your cock while my mouth is locked on yours for a very long time. It is one of my favorite things. The, is it gonna slip in or not. The wiggling around to get it to line up with my entrance. The feeling of my sopping wet pussy sliding over your dick, of me softly grinding against it, clenching my pelvic floor so it cant slip into my entrance.  Teasing the tip inside eventually, clenching and releasing my muscles, welcoming the dick, slowly and gently into my most sensitive and special area. Let me be mentally begging for that dick to finally fill me up. Let me keep teasing my pussy as it slides inside so, when it does finally fill me up, I can cum on that cock.

Now once its deep inside me, its going in and staying in. I dont want pumping, thrusting, fucking, pounding, railing, any of that shit. I want it inside me. I wanna see how your cock feels inside me. How it fits, what angle its at, how hard it feels, how your dick makes my pussy feel. I want to be able to see what my internal muscles can do. I wanna learn what the power of my pussy truly is. I want to enjoy that deep, filling, cock embrace. Like how we started, I want to grind on you, hump your lap, feel my clit against you, all my favorite bits in contact with you (side note…do. not. shave. that. shit. or even trim it too short. i really dont fucking care, you cant do it properly anyway and I get shaving rash and DO NOTTT enjoy griding on you).

Lets find positions where the angle of your cock inside me doesnt hurt, where it rubs all the best bits, positions where I can get my externals stimulated, or enjoy you using BOTH your hands to tease around my stretched pussy and asshole. I dont want to just be on top. I want you to fuck me like I show you. Let me keep it deep inside me, without much movement, as much as i want, cause just clenching my intenal muscles around a hard, warm cock, can make me cum. When I use a vibrator at home, alone, with no one watching ( and normally, never telling anyone) , I put it in, and it stays there. I dont pump my pussy. I enjoy squeezing it in my pussy with a vibrator on my clit. However AFTER I cum, when my pussy has relaxed and softened and I’m wet and sensitive enough, I like a bit of pumping. Let me tell you when.

I want to keep riding the wave of your dick, cuming over and over on it and enjoying its size inside me. I love slowing down the passion and creating space for sensuality and simple sensation during sex. Which is why I want to be able to hold your penis inside me and massage both of our genitals with each others. Not to be carrying on the sexual intessity, but to be truly present in the feeling and sensations and subtlety, intimacy and pleasure of having our parts molded together. Its a exquisite feeling. Dont dismiss it. Dont think its boring. If you think its boring you arent fully connected to your body or me, you arent being mindful or present. Value the tiny sensations our bodies can create between each other, revel in the subtle pleasure of slow, indulgent sex.

The slower and more sensual it gets, the longer we can continue this erotic experience, and the more orgasms I will have, until you know that the next time I cum, you will cum. I want you to cum. I wanna see you getting closer and closer, feel your cock getting harder, growing inside me. I want my pussy pulsing around your cock, until i tell you to fuck me hard and to cum for me. Ideally this would be with me face down, you straddling my legs, cock deep inside me, vibrator under me so I keep cumming as you pump at my pussy, hard and fast, till you pull out and cum deep inside me (the only part of my fantasy that cant be reality) while I cum again from the vibrator on my clit.

After all that I’ll probably be quite happy to just lie there, face down, unable to move, spent. Lie back down next to me until i am ready to move and enjoy the soothing, relaxing feelings of our skin of skin. you dont need to put any items of clothes on. I dont care that your cock is soft and small or that you might not be comfortable lying around naked, I want you to be.

In an ideal world, we would smoke a joint and caress our skin and talk gently about things until one of us is ready or wanting to start something again. This time it could be different. But only if we both want that. I could probably go for 3 – 4 – 10 sessions in a night. Not all long. But lots.

This is why women can’t just tell a man what she wants or likes. Its not as simple as, dont rub my clit so hard. Or use two hands please. Or sit back while I tease you. Its the whole act I want to lead. To show what I like and can do. With all my experience and confidence, even I cannot verbalize what I want or more specifically how to do it. What I want isnt to be “dominant” but to have the same lead role men usually do in the performance of pleasure for another.  Its such a subtle shift in the sexual dynamic there is no equally subtle way to describe it or communicate it. We have to put our bodies in mens hands to trust they will do their best with it and that we will like it. Well I dont want or need to do that anymore.

How do I get to act out my alpha sexuality without telling a man, “you just sit there babe and let me do this, I got this. I have more experience and know my body better than you do, so just let me take care of the situation.” This desire I have isnt like saying I wanna try pegging, or splooshing. Its a power shift that cant be verbalized. Normal heterosexual men cant take it. Their ego and sexuality is too fragile. they want to impress. They want to perform. I dont want to have all the control all the time. I want the opportunity to have the control in the same way men do, when I want to, 50/50. I want men put their sexual experience in my hands and let me be the one directing and maneuvering and manipulating bodies. Let me share my expertise and have it appreciated like i do when I’m getting paid to fuck. Let me enjoy a mans body. Let me objectify his parts. Let me lust over his ass and nipples. Let me perform my true sexuality. Cause Ive got this. All women do, if we have the freedom to find out what our true nature, sexuality and desires are and we are given the space and freedom to perform them.

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Writing About Writing

October 11, 2018 May 7, 2022 Autobiography Evolving Humanimal Sexual Theory

I have to write something as I have ages to kill while I wait for things to back up on my phone.

I have a few things Ive been thinking of writing:

  • A Bus Sex Series
  • The Nature of a Promiscuous Woman – I have not slept with a lot of men because I have fallen for a lot of mens shit. I have slept with a lot of men because I chose to sleep with them. They are my conquests. I am not theirs.
  • Cycles
  • Intimacy
  • The Body and female strengths in enlightenment

The body is everything. As soon as awakening enters the body, enlightenment becomes possible.

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We know nothing of the possibilities of sex.

August 20, 2018 June 14, 2023 Autobiography Sexual Theory

We know nothing of the possibilities of sex. I have had sex with hundreds, maybe even around a thousand men. I have done almost all the “interesting” and “kinky” things I am interested in…and some I was not. And I have never once had sex in a truly interesting way. When it comes down to it sex is a penis sliding in and out of a vagina and the main goal of sex is for a man to have an orgasm in that vagina. And this is achieved by the man using the vagina as a surrogate hand. The hand they use to wank themselves to orgasm in whatever way they enjoy it. Once all the bells and whistles of what is considered “foreplay”, “kinks” and “games” are over, you are still left with a man, pumping away at a vagina until they can cum. There is only one pace this can happen at…the pace the man needs, to cum when he wants. Despite the fact I have slept with tens or hundreds of times more people than the man, I personally am still left underneath him as he figures out the best way for him to cum while seemingly trying to provide pleasure from the chance that what he is doing feels good to my vagina. Even when I’m on top, physically, mentally or kink wise. I am never in control of the depth, pace or position. I am maneuvered, manipulated, contorted, held down, lifted up, my back forced into a deeper arch, legs pinned behind my head, face buried in a pillow, ass held up as im pumped at from below. And half the time the screams and moans with which i very loudly react, are not that of pleasure, but from that place where pleasure meets pain, like the grunting, huffing and puffing to lift that weight that is just a bit too heavy, the screams of a tennis player as they whack the ball with full force, the loud sounds elicited from me from frantic, hard, pounding is that of effort, pain and survival. And these sounds are sounds of success to a man. They want us on that pleasure/pain boundary, because that shows them how masculine they are. Sex shouldn’t be and does not need to be about a man wanking with a womans vagina. But what most forms of penis-in-vagina-time are, are just that. The penis stands at the entrance to the cave of the vagina. Only the woman knows what those dark, wet, closed walls hold, what shape the caverns are, how much space there is for maneuvering, how deep the cave goes, how soft and sensitive its walls are, how much wetness is needed to squeeze inside. Only the woman knows what kind of friction feels good, what internal and external stimulation is needed to make the cave sing. As man cannot describe in words exactly how he uses his hand to create orgasm, neither can woman just tell a man what she needs. Sex for a woman is a place of chance, luck, and submission. The miner at the entrance of the cave knows nothing of its secrets, yet blindly enters with all the tools, preparation and intention he has gained from invading other caves, but mostly from his knowledge of his own cave…his hand. The entrance isn’t wide enough to get in, unlike his hand, so he blasts the entrance with dynamite to gain entry. No time is spent feeling out the entrance, testing the waters. The miner doesn’t want to seem inexperienced or unskilled, so before any preliminary exploration is done, the miner is blasting his way in with the traditional dynamite method of poking into the entrance and smothering the externals of the entrance in order to lubricate the passages so he can just burst through when he is ready. The focus in the preliminary contact, isn’t that of exploration, it’s about bringing the woman instant pleasure, make her squirm, give her an orgasm before you penetrate her, cause chances are your rhythms wont make her cum with your cock, so the man can feel satisfaction at his ability to bring this woman what he considers the utmost pleasure, before it’s his turn to get his how he wants. These first moves are obligatory for a man who wants to seem enlightened, giving, a generous lover. But all they are doing is securing their conquering of, and entrance into, the cave. The fact that these pre sex games are focused around the most obvious “erogenous zones” and it is a man using our parts in the best way HE sees fit to give us the pleasure he wants to give, is evidence of this and where my frustration begins.

 

Because sex is such a taboo, and not something we are encouraged to indulge in, it is rushed, frantic, desperate, urgent. We have to get this over and done with. It’s embarrassing, awkward, too revealing. We are there to have the orgasms, the quicker the better. But we no longer live in a time where people need to feel ashamed whilst having sex. We are freer now to be open about enjoying it. Yet still, it’s a quick flash of genitalia using each other for orgasm. If the goal of two people making love is to have a quick orgasm then we would have given up on sex a long time ago and we would now just use our own hands. Sex is more than that. It is more than orgasm, it is more than the genitals, more than all the erogenous zones. It is the one activity from which we can all gain the most pleasure and relaxation.Yet we dedicate more time to watching strangers kick or throw balls back and forth to each other on a screen, for entertainment, excitement and relaxation, than we dedicate to sex. We spend hours on dates, watching movies, talking, eating, walking together so we can get to the place of pure pleasure and joy, and then we want to get it over and done with as soon as possible. Why? Because when man is aroused, he has learnt that means he has to cum, and as soon as possible, with a woman facilitating his acting out of what he considers pleasure.

 

I am not here to write off passionate, frantic, desperately wanting sex. But to highlight the need for a balance. Currently that balance is laying back and letting a man use your genitals to give you more than one orgasm, to hold off with his while he pumps his piston in and out and in and out, over and over and over again for an ever-increasing duration of invasion, like his stamina to force your vagina to endure its mining for an even longer amount of time than is already comfortable is a good thing. We add in the window dressing of kinks and fetishes, or men they say they love giving pleasure, that seem to give the woman something more. We say that, because he poked and licked at our vaginas and butt holes, played with our breasts, stroked our skin and made our body shake, he is a good lover. After 20 years of being had sex with, 25 years of masturbating, 8 years of professional masturbating and 3 years of professional pleasure-giving, I am still subjected to the skill, interests, desires and whims of any man who gets to be with me naked. I just have to lie back and wait to see what abilities the man has, how long he lets me enjoy his body for before he takes over again, if he can figure out my vagina, if he picks up on my hints, noises, movements and if he decides to follow my direction or not. Even when I lead the sex, the pace and do what I want, only once in my lifetime has the man ever not interfered, taken over, forced his input, “topped from the bottom” and still pumped away at me to reach is orgasm. Because no matter how much we speak up about what we want, you cannot guarantee this will even be heard. I have had to stop sex, even recently, with several people, because after telling men what hurts, what doesn’t feel right, what i want more of, what i need, they still ignore me. It hurts their ego to be critiqued and any indication that you don’t enjoy what they want to do to you, is seen as a critique. I had to stop having sex for a month after an incident where I was telling a man how much pain i was in and he continued to do what I asked him not to, so I stopped and asked for him to stop doing it like that again, so he started back up gentle at first, and within a minute was doing the same thing that hurt again, the third time i shouted for him to stop, and a third time he hurt me again. That is when I had to use my arms and back to push up and topple him off my body so i could be free from his rape. He instantly apologised by saying he couldn’t help himself….he….couldn’t..help…it. He was so turned on by me he had to keep hurting me cause it made his dick feel good. He raped me because it felt good. I still feel sick thinking about it. This is the miner. This is the penis. This is all men. It doesn’t matter what the nature of the cave is, the miner can’t help but blast and bore and hurt and destroy in its effort to conquer the cave and make it his space to use as he wishes, even when he has good intentions. This is just the given nature of how we have to have sex.

 

Despite my deep experience, knowledge and skills, I still cannot control the sexual act. A man will always be stronger and able to manipulate my body. And after all he is the one in control of the invading object, so how it is used should be entirely up to him…or should it? Why should it? Why should the man be in control when he is the one wielding a tool that can, and does, hurt a woman. Why are they allowed to put the full force of the male body behind it? Men are stronger than women, heavier, yet we let all that extra force drive the penis. How can women expect their bodies and vaginas to be treated in the way we need when we have pressure and force upon us that is masculine. I am a strong, physically capable woman, but my skin and my vagina are incredibly sensitive. Even a man’s hands on and in my vagina are 99.99% of the time harder, harsher, rougher, exert more pressure, speed and force, than anything I am comfortable with. Men have not learned how sensitive the female body really can be. I try to explain. I tell them my vagina is an orchid, a small delicate flower, too much pressure, too much speed, and it is destroyed. But it doesn’t compute.

 

If we had more time for sex and a greater understanding of the female body and sexuality, “foreplay”, for want of a better word, would not start with the erogenous zones, with kissing, with genitalia. It would start with breathing. It would start with a space that both parties feel comfortable and relaxed in. It would be in a space that is lit beautifully, that smells good, the right music playing. And two people learning the pace and depth of one’s breath. It would progress to placing hands on one another, letting your energies flow together and combine. When you are both at peace and connected, comfortable with your hands, static, you can start to caress. Stroke his face, run your fingers down her neck and across her shoulders. Intuitively and calmly run your hands over each others skin, feeling the calming effects of stroking, being stroked and skin on skin contact. Be sat face to face. You are not yet ready to be entwined. Learn the curves and lines of your partners body, tickle, stroke, hold. Maybe you progress to lying next to each other, feeling bigger parts of you and your skin touching, deepening the caress. Kiss. Kiss without desperation or urgency. Kiss sensually, deeply, mindfully, pay attention to what your partner is willing from you with their lips and tongue. Open your mouths. Breathe. Let your energies connect and flow between you from within.

 

There is no need for me to write a step by step guide to this, this is not a static set of rules of how to have a deeper sexual experience, but I want to give an example of a way to have a different, deeper, fuller and more satisfying experience of sex. It the best vision of an ideal interaction that I can think up right now. This kind of Sex should change and develop with you, just like the traditional male dominated sex we are currently having, you keep the same underlying concepts but different every time and with each different person. This can be just as dynamic and varied. What I am describing is a feeling, a vibe, an understanding of something different.

 

Through caressing, stroking, touch and kiss, learn your partner’s needs in that moment, understand what feels good, communicate, demonstrate, share what touches, what intensity or force, what strokes and tickles feel good, what you want today, what parts are feeling sensitive, what is sore, what needs a massage, what needs to be avoided, what type of touch feels best. This doesn’t have to happen with revery, it can be fun, playful, light-hearted, open, silly even, as long as you have connected and are able to share those feelings and atmosphere. Even if you are laying in bed with a stranger, a one night stand, this isn’t about “connecting” born from duration of contact, being emotionally intimate, having to know or love someone, a caress and stroke doesn’t mean you want to be in a relationship. Sex is purely physical, even the mental part of sex isn’t conscious and logical, it is a feeling. You don’t have to know someone’s life or mind to be able to connect physically and deeply. You can be incredibly open with even a stranger, when you both understand that this connection is the same and maybe even better and deeper than if you just met and fucked frantically, disconnected, hard and harshly. This isn’t just a way to make love for couples. This is a valid alternative to male driven sex. Patriarchal sex. It is letting your body and soul truly experience the joy of sex. Not the joy in your lover or partner. It’s not about caressing someone because you love them. It is just a way to physically get the most out of your bodies and out of sex, to elevate it from the basic shit it is currently. To let our bodies feel things we don’t let it. You can open your body and mind to sex as a deeper experience, enjoy sensuality, draw the pleasure out, invest in positive pleasure and feel a richer satisfaction. Matriarchal Sex. And we haven’t even got to the genitalia.

 

When enough time has been given to the skin, the breath, the body as a whole, the lips then hands can start wandering to the erogenous zones. And here is where you breathe again. You aren’t about to start digging for gold. You aren’t trying to get wet or hard. you are saying hello. Introduce yourself to your partner’s parts. See how sensitive the nipples are, what do they like today, because even when you a having sex with the same partner over and over, no two days are the same. every time you come together to have sex you are different people, different moods, stresses, needs, pleasures. Every time you come to your partners erogenous zones they are new. Learn what they need today. Is their neck more sensitive today, do the nipples need a bit harder of a tug to get the blood flowing, are the backs of your knees just too uncomfortable to touch today. When your partner is exploring you and touching you, RELAX. Let it happen. Give them the joy of exploring your body. Let them freely roam across your plains. Of course communicate. But don’t interfere, dont direct. Indulge them. When you are both aware of this kind of sex and are both fully committed to a new and different experience, you can trust that they won’t suddenly be taking things steps ahead and forcing intercourse because they became too excited. That it won’t devolve into all the same sex you have had infinitely before, that the peace and enjoyment won’t be disrupted. Relax and enjoy that in the moment, this pleasure, this meditation, will not end.

 

When it is time to say hello to the genitals, do just the same. Say hello. Figure out the sensitivities, the shapes, the moistness, the hardness, communicate the touch. Stroke, caress, comprehend your partners parts. Learn to understand them today. Is the clitoris extra sensitive today, does she like the hood pulled back or covering it, how do the different external parts react to touch, where likes the most stimulation, what elicits the most sexual response. Use fingers, tongues, hands, arms, legs, the face, any part of you to interact with her vagina to understand it and let it experience a variety of sensations. Grip the penis with different intensities and in different places. Explore the head and find out how sensitive it really is, caress and stroke the balls, the ass cheeks, use all parts of your body to feel the penis. Put things in your mouth, use your tongue, your breath, your face, to explore the beautiful, soft pillar. It may not even be hard. The state of the penis and vagine is nothing to feel good or bad about. You are not a better lover or a better man or woman, for getting extra hard, wet, maintaining an erection, being ready early on in the process. These things are all irrelevant. It is the most basic breakdown of sex. These things only matter if we are only animals who mate to procreate. This is a union of body and mind to create the greatest pleasure a human can feel. Learn the size and shape and texture of the insides of the woman, don’t be poking and rubbing, searching for an orgasm or pleasure, you are still just saying hello, learning and understanding the space the woman is giving permission to enter. Fingers don’t need to be flying in and out of the tunnel. There is no haste, no need for friction, just exploration, slow, deliberate, learning.

 

Now as you have learnt the body you are getting to enjoy today, you can start focusing more on pleasure and arousal, for it to become more passionate, deeper. Your bodies entwine, the penis and vagina can touch in the embrace, your kisses become more erotic. The exploratory touches can develop with knowledge and understanding into pleasure-giving movements. Now this might just be me, but with the correct touch, the woman does not need speed, force or excessive friction to feel pleasure. And I also believe the same is true for man. However the enjoyment of the more sensual feelings, has been put aside, as i said earlier, due to the hurried, ashamed, frantic, male orgasm centric type of sex we all know and engage in currently. If my vagine was to be caressed, the clitoris stroked, finger and tongue, slowly and leisurely putting small amounts of pressure on the inside walls of my cave I would be able to relax into a true, deep orgasm. The “finger banging” we have all come to know and love (sarcasm) only gives pleasure due to chance, if it gives any kind of pleasure at all. Even when someone is “good” at it, it is from previously gained experience, not from knowledge of your specific body. With the intensity, ferocity, speed and focus of the traditional touch, sometimes an orgasm can be forced to arrive. It’s like using a vibrator on a super high setting. It literally forces you to have a quick shallow orgasm. I don’t need to have a quick forced orgasms. Sometimes these types of orgasms arise as a way to relieve the pain and pressure being inflicted on the vagina in the name of pleasure. i want to enjoy the touches that make my vagina and the rest of my body feel the best, even if that means riding the crest of the wave of an orgasm that won’t get to crash and explode for a long time. In Fact that is the very reason I am advocating for an alternative, the orgasm isn’t the goal. The pleasure you receive that brings you to orgasm is what needs to be developed. It’s important to note here that just because the touch has become erotic, it does not need to just be focused now only on the genitalia. Keep bringing the rest of the body back into it. Take what you learnt from touching and caressing the entire body earlier, to draw the sensations and pleasure in the genitals, out to the rest of the body, and vice versa, draw the pleasure from the body, back down into the genitals so your partner is surrounded by sensation.

 

Now I have to admit, when it does come to the union of the penis and vagina I can barely comprehend how I belive it can look. It is so hard for even me to break through the conditioning of how these two organs interact and the responsibilities and roles of the bodies attached to it. It may seem like I am giving time and focus to “foreplay”, but I fully believe the most important part of the union is still between the penis and vagina and that this is where the most pleasure is to be gained. But what I do not believe is that after all this connection and foreplay has occurred we are now able to pump away at each other and finally have the “freedom” to just fuck like we are used to. This is the route traditional Sex takes. But this is where the new experience gets even deeper and richer. if the penis-in-vagina part is the best part then that is what we want to savour. The only reason we currently do not savour this, is that as the man directs the pace and intensity of the sex, it is entirely up to him to control himself to not cum. Through traditional sex, he is stimulating his penis like he does with his hand. He is pumping in a way that will induce orgasm and the only way to extend sex is to hold onto that orgasm for as long as he can. So now here is a revolutionary idea (sarcasm), how about letting the woman control these things. If the man’s orgasm was not the goal then their dick doesn’t need the constant stimulation it does for a wank. We do not want you wanking in our vaginas. Do you really want to be just using a vagina as a surrogate hand? Is the only way you know how to make your dick feel good, through fast, relentless friction? If so, as is with most men, then i feel sorry for you. this is very sad, limiting, and soul-destroying.

 

I cum the easiest when a penis is just inside me. The only way I get this is through virtually begging to be fucked slowly. This never, ever, lasts long enough. When I am alone and using toys and vibrators I like the dildo inside me to remain still, just filling me up, I don’t pump my pussy, I just enjoy the fullness while I stimulate my clitoris and external parts of the vulva. What my body craves most deeply from Sex, what moments my vagina and brain cling to, what I desperately want to ask for, what brings me to orgasm when it happens even briefly or by chance is for no thrusting, no ins and outs, just deeply, comfortably, firmly, holding a penis inside me. And I am not alone with these desires. I like the feel of the man holding me with the strength and intensity that only a man can, and his penis is an extension of that inside me. It is an embrace. And it gives me time for my vagina to enjoy the feeling of the penis. The walls of my cave cling to the hardness, I can clench and release my muscles to stimulate myself and give sensation to the dick inside. When the penis is pumping back and forth, in and out, over and over again, I never get to feel it, to hold it, to embrace it. The only reason for pumping the penis is to make it cum. But we are not searching for orgasms that way here. I want to truly, deeply, lovingly, joyfully, experience the feel of a beautiful, hard, soft skinned, warm, strong, masculine,hot, penis inside me. I want my vagina to enjoy engulfing the cock. I want to learn how to use my muscles in this scenario to massage the penis, create an internal wave in my vagina walls to milk the penis. It is the woman’s nature to hold, nurture and grow things, so let our vaginas hold, embrace and nurture your penis. It is a part of the body so complex, that new humans emerge from it. It is a magical space that only a woman can feel its true power. Let us share that power. Let us show you how powerful and loving that space within us is. Give us time and space to learn the power and ways we can develop this embrace around the penis. It is a new, undeveloped skill that, if given a change, might unleash a whole new world of possibilities for our pussies and your penis.

 

Pulling back from the internals, we see that this intense and intimate embrace of the penis in the vagina enables the entrance of the vagina to be in contact with the body of our partner. Through earlier exploration you have learnt what parts of you here feel good to be touched and with what kind of touch the most pleasure is gained. It is the utmost rarity to find a woman who orgasms from a penis sliding in and out of her vaginal canal with no other stimulation. But by letting the man control the sex dynamic, we are all left to this chance. Yes in certain positions the clitoris, or any of external needs can be stimulated, you can get fucked in positions you like, but as the male body is moving away and back into you, the pressure and location of this stimulation varies and again you are left to chance that this happens to continue long enough and in the right way for an orgasm to be achieved. Again this may be personal to my vagine but when a penis is pumping in and out of me it can actually hurt unless i have external stimulation. Or if it is going at a particularly brisk pace, I can’t even feel it inside me at all. I have to rub my own clitoris to enable my vagina to feel anything good and often enough to not feel pain from the stabbing of my vaginal canal with a dick, at his own pace. I will say it again. I have to stimulate the external parts of my own vagina in order to stop the pain I feel from the dick pumping at my vagina. This doesn’t feel natural, we weren’t designed to suffer for sex. Luckily, or unfortunately, these two together create pleasure, so the man assumes I enjoy the feeling of his dick, when in fact, without my own hand, i would be in pain. I do not have anything wrong with my vagine and this isn’t a pain that is universally present, but the fact that it is ever-present at all is not ok. As I mentioned before, telling a man what feels good and what hurts often does not stop these things occurring. So back to the penis embrace. With a deep and close embrace, all the externals of the woman come into contact with the man. your partner. the person from whom you want to receive pleasure. My first ever orgasm with a man came from grinding on his leg while kissing. Not by his hands, not from the way he moved me, moved against me or anything he did. It was a very still moment. We were kissing deeply, embraced, his thigh between mine. Not pressing up, he wasn’t trying to stimulate me with his leg as so many men do to me now, forcing me onto it with pressure and control. He didn’t even know it was deeply pleasurable for me because the pressure was so light, the grinding barely perceivable. But it was the subtlety, the calm, him not trying to “pleasure” me and the erotic nature of our embrace that cause me to be relaxed and my vagina to be relaxed enough for me to be able to cum with someone else. While deep in the penis embrace, the same is possible. The positions that you assume should be ones where the woman is touching all the parts that she likes against her man. The movements made should be ones the woman decides upon. As no thrusting is needed in this state, the man does not need to lead, he does not need to move the penis, so his body does not need to withdraw from contact with the woman. If he so desires he can move his top half out of contact so he can freely use other parts of himself to stroke, caress, kiss the woman, involved the breasts, or move apart in order to make eye contact and share mutual breath. But let the woman maintain the embrace and contact in the genitalia. Let her move how she needs. Let her learn how to squeeze your penis, how to stroke it without breaking contact. There will be infinite ways to do this when we are given the freedom to explore the penis embrace and some does involved sliding up and down on the penis. The more the woman can learn calmly, at her own pace what feels good for the vagina, the more she can learn ways to stimulate the penis at the same time. This isn’t selfish love-making, it is just sex at a different pace, it is woman centric and a search for pleasure in a new way. I’m not saying we can’t enjoy traditional Sex still. Some women do like to be pumped at, they like the friction, speed and intensity of a man taking control, I do sometimes, but that is a different type of sex, traditional sex. New Sex is about letting the woman find that pace and intensity herself. Another kind of sex for when you don’t want to be taken and ravaged. This also isn’t the same as a woman on top in normal sex kind of ethos. This isn’t about “letting” a woman “take control”. We don’t need your hands to force our bodies up and down on your dick or for you to contribute from below. Like I said, parts of this, i can’t even comprehend, I can offer only little insight into how other women can develop this to suit their vaginas needs. But let’s call the approach “find what feels good”. Because with the pace and different mentality that will come from this union, a woman with any bodily needs will be able to explore how best to get them for herself. For example the entrance to my vaginal canal is extraordinarily sensitive. I like the depth of penetration where im stretched around the largest part of the penis to stimulate that entrance, but I also like teasing the first inch or so of myself with a penis. I hate that after a couple of tickles or however long until he decides, it has to be slid all the way in. I wasn’t ready. The tickling was enough. But because it wasn’t enough for the man it had to end and pumping has to begin. I am so far from ok with this dynamic. This is all sex. This is all men. We get a little of what we like and need, till the pumping again takes priority. Let me tickle myself with the head of your cock till i am desperate to feel the full nature of the man inside me. Till I am ready to and wanting to be filled up again. Let me decide when that moment is. Not him.

 

Despite my calling for what seems to be female controlled sex, I am not. New sex is however woman centric, in the same way traditional Sex is penis centric. The Sex develops at the woman’s pace. Not the penis pace. I still will want the man to use his body for my pleasure too. But that is the point, I want to feel pleasure from the sex, not pounding. I don’t want to feel like I’m on the receiving end of penis driven Sex, of a man doing what feels good for him and him blindly, uninformedly thinking it feels good for me too cause this is how people have sex and he has built up “skills”. Once the woman has been able to show the man how the penis fits inside her, the intensity of embrace, the speed of the friction and the depth of her canal, then and only then, can a man use his penis to pleasure the woman. Learn from her movements and try to help her reach even greater levels of pleasure through developing on what she has shown you. If she was grinding on you in a certain way, grind on her in the same way. If she is enjoying the way your move or your closeness, don’t switch it up when you want to, check to see if she wants to continue. We don’t need endless position, speed, angle and depth changes when something truly feels good. Don’t Stop. I don’t want to be in control of the sexual act the whole time, i don’t want to just be on top or grinding away at a dead fish. i want the man to learn what feels good for me with no judgement or preconceived notion of what is “good in bed”, and give me that. Lazy, boring, slow, intimate, aren’t bad characteristics if this is what gives you the most pleasure. A penis is very easy to stimulate, it isn’t complicated to understand how to get a man to orgasm. We know the easiest, quick way to the end of the pleasure. But I want to elongate the pleasure, sensualise and give more sensation to the penis, not in order to procure an orgasm, but to purely and simply enjoy the leisurely pleasure of sensation with no destination. At no point during this kind of sex, does a man need to “rail”, pump, pound or destroy, the vagina. If he is able to let this gentle pleasure grow inside him and his penis in the way women do, then he will be able to achieve orgasm without hurting or disrespecting his partner and her needs. If a man cannot achieve an orgasm through a slower more sensual process then he is just not practiced at this. The only way he has ever know to cum is through punishing his dick with rough, harsh, hard, frantic tugging. He has to relearn his body. He has to be as of accepting of pleasure as enough, as a woman is in traditional sex. We might or might not cum as our orgasm is only occurring by chance that the male is doing something that is briefly right for us so we enjoy the pleasure of the act. If the man doesn’t cum both the woman and man have failed. But if the woman doesnt cum, well, it’s no big deal, its normal, she is hard to make cum, she has never cum before, at least she got a good pounding and that must have felt good enough right? wrong. Maybe men will have to go through this with this new pace for sex. They will have to learn their bodies in order to be able to orgasm through this kind of sex, as women have learnt to orgasm through the rough brutal attacks on our vaginas we currently experience. I didn’t used to be able to cum from sex. And I had to teach myself how to control my body as it was being used, grab moments where it actually feels good, bring vibrators to strangers houses, in order to force myself to orgasm through traditional sex. My orgasms didn’t become more frequent because the sex got better or i enjoyed the pumping over time. It was because I taught myself it was my responsibility to make myself cum during sex, because the man could so rarely achieve it himself, because most of what happens in that sex truly works for me. I had to force myself to make it work for me cause the fundamental nature of sex would not ever be changing. And only recently have I began to see that there is an alternative. This is the alternative. With the right kind of stimulation and relaxation, once a woman starts cumming she can keep cumming over and over again. Once these orgasms start, what the vagina wants and needs changes. When the orgasm takes over, let the woman again take control, let her use your penis as a tool to deepen and elongate these orgasms. I personally do like a bit of friction and pumping after the crest of the orgasm wave has crashed, not for long, but the intensity of the orgasm can be matched with an intensity of the stimulation to increase my pleasure. But again it has to die down as the woman calms again allowing for another orgasm wave to rise or to steady back into another spell of pleasure and enjoyment. Ideally the visual, audio, mental and physical stimulation of your womans orgasm helps bring the man closer to orgasm also. Letting the waves of the woman’s pleasure take you higher and higher, closer and closer, building slowly, and not letting urgency or impatience take over to the point where you have to pin the woman down and pump away to finish your climb to orgasm. Let it keep building, maybe it will fall away briefly, but it will come back. Without pumping away, without control, without urgency, your orgasm can build like the woman’s, so when it does finally cum (pun) it’s a whole body, mind orgasm, not just an ejaculation.

 

I don’t want to get too detailed on how to have sex like this. This is not the point. It is the feeling, the idea, the atmosphere, that i am trying to convey, then each individual can use it in his or her own way. So this build to orgasm, the enjoyment of just feeling each others parts blended together can be of any duration, as long as the orgasm is not chased, no one is trying to achieve it, pursuing it, capturing it, conquering it. It just arises from the intense pleasure both of your bodies and minds achieve.

 

Once the orgasms have subsided and you are both fully satisfied, breathe. Lie together and breathe. recover your breath, place your hands back on each other, hold each other, caress, stroke, soothe. Lie together until, like at the end of a meditation, your awareness returns slowly to the present, to the room, to your mind. You can physically start moving away from each other, separating the large parts of skin that are still touching, but maintain contact with the hands on the bodies as the energy is still flowing. Make eye contact and communicate that the sex and entwinement is ending. And when you are both ready, you can separate. You may still want to lie in bed and stroke and talk, sit together and watch TV, you may need to get up and go to work, do errands, maybe you’re just hungry, or ready to sleep, whatever it is, now is when the real world returns and you can carry on with your day, seperate from the intensity and intimacy you were just open to.

 

Men and women are polar opposites. In today’s society equality is fought for more than our right to be different and have those differences embraced and respected. If, as I believe, we are opposites, different entities to be respected, heard and fulfilled equally in a way that is right for the difference, not with some unifying sameness, then it is only fair to have a polarity to the kind of sex that is currently accepted as the normal and only way. We have patriarchal sex down. All the current known strands of sexuality all stem from this same patriarchal attitude towards sex, even things like femdom and cuckold kinks. I desperately need an alternative to this. For me personally. I can’t carry on like this. I can’t keep sacrificing my body to men. I cant keep leaving my experienced, skilled, talented, wise, developed body in the hands of someone who doesn’t know it, understand it or even know how to get the best out of it. I am the only person that knows that. I need space to have sex in a way that benefits me and helps grown my sexuality and pleasure. On the journey to better sex I sleep with men who claim to love the female body, love eating pussy, love giving pleasure, who talk about all the ways they will give me pleasure…..until we are naked. 10-20 mins of them “indulging” in the thing they say they love the most and want to do for me….its over. The penis is inside me again and I am subjected to pounding, mining, destroying as I try to angle my body in ways I know will feel better and give myself the space to touch my clitoris and use a vibrator to make me cum. I have been engaging in pegging, strap on sex where I am supposed to be the one wielding the penis for my pleasure, but yet again it is the man who controls what happens, for how long, in what positions, all for his pleasure. I am merely a tool for his satisfaction, again. Some people may think that it is because i am not making love to the same partner that the sex isn’t deep and mutually caring. But I have been in love and had the same sex over and over with my lover and life partner and during that I was still at his mercy. It doesn’t matter what kind of sex we  are currently having, the fetishes or kinks we indulge in, the deep down core element to any of that, that includes the man pumping his tool in and out of our most sensitive delicate place with whatever fervor they want, and subject us to a demonstration of their previously gained experience with vaginas and what they think a woman will like, even if they are doing it in a way they think is giving the most and more pleasure to the woman, means it is traditional Sex, Patriarchal Sex. We, women, are the only people to truly know our own bodies and what they need, how the inside of our vagina feels and the mental and physical intensity of letting another person invade that deeply sacred space. Maybe there is something we have been missing by letting our pleasure be controlled by men who can’t even comprehend the needs and capabilities of our vaginas, sensuality and orgasms. Maybe it’s time we start paying attention and listening to that, learning about it and sharing what we learn with men. Then maybe, just maybe, we might start to understand the possibilities of sex.

 

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