FIREWORKS AND ALL THINGS CLICHE’
Okay,
So to make it perfectly clear I love sex - but in all honesty I please myself with the perpetual idea of sex playing over and over and over in my mind than actually living with much fulfillment in my sex life.
I don’t know, sometimes I worry that by the age of 20 I have reached the almighty female orgasm and that’s it.
I resent movies, porn and the media in general for STILL (despite our ability to know better) perpetuating this idea that women are submissive to men - that fake tits, anal sex and you cumming in our mouths in on top of our list of priorities.
I hate to say it, for the fear of looking prude - but it’s not. Okay. It’s really not.
(Let me just add to this by saying that I don’t have anything against the aforementioned activities.)
It’s just this mediocrity that we immerse ourselves in, we get right into the nook, we get so comfortable, we are in a rut and we inevitably settle. I think it’s pretty crazy that in the prime of my youth I am yet to meet a guy who is either confident enough or enthusiastic enough to practice the (apparent) ‘fine art’ of rubbing my clit, fingering me, going down on me or for that fact - doing anything remotely adventurous that extends itself outside your classic ‘in-out, in-out’ with a bit of heavy petting beforehand.
You wanna cum on my tits? You wanna cum in my mouth? Then you might want to try and prioritise by making sure we BOTH have a chance at getting there. Because We are both here, you and me.
This is a point that I find myself making a little too often amongst friends (and all the ladies out there) - that just because your boyfriend/partner/one-night-stander is hard, it does NOT mean you are ready. You know what - show some self control, actually think about the amazing sex that you revel in more often than you would like to admit and maybe don’t treat me like your left hand - you are not a jackhammer and there is a reason why you NEED to use lube - I’m not wet, I’m not all there and 9/10 I am lying there trying to get myself in the zone, feeling nervous about it. I’m most likely going to fake it, i’ll feel shitty and bored, you will feel like a man, I will sense it and the resentment shall commence.
You know what - I don’t want to be FUCKED. I want fireworks and chemistry and respect and reciprocation without feeling like I am living under the fallacy that its all some kind of hollywood hoax. The cynic in me tells me that it is. The realist in me tells me that I am young and amazing sex and relationships are definitely up ahead. But I can’t be so sure when it’s left up to people who are only concerned about themselves.
