How sexuality plays into the feminist movement.
At some point in time I have to type some words about pornography. So, where to start? For awhile I thought the Batgirl bondage scene from fifty-something years ago was important. It just proves that there's no such thing as community standards, meaning kids have always and will continue to be subjected to hardcore pornography. That is to say when they themselves are not the object of it.
My clit jumped with anticipation of feeling her hands on my curves. Feeling her breathe on my neck, licking my ear as she whispers “come closer baby.” Then she slowly kisses me on the cheek. As she lays me down my breathing quickens, I start to lose control as warm juices flow so smoothly down my legs. Soaking the sheets, I watched her bend down reaching eye level to my fat, wet pussy. She starts kissing my inner thighs so soft and passionately, then gently takes a bite of my thickness. I whimpered but in lust and excitement. Just as I started to sit up to kiss her, she slides one finger inside me real deep. I gasped and moaned uncontrollably. Going in and out real slow, as if she wants to mentally capture each breathe I took. Looking down at her she met my gaze. Staring so seductively at her as I bit my lip with enjoyment. At first my body tensed but after a few strokes I let go and released more juice. She let out a slight moan noticing how wet I got, Well how wet she made me. Still on my back she moved one of her hands up and started rubbing my breasts. Grabbing them with such a beautiful force, I moaned her name softly almost whispering. Her other hand still near my pussy she shoved two fingers in and said “say my name louder.” So turned on I threw my head back, closed my eyes and moaned louder. Thrusting my hips faster to the pace of her fingers. As I got closer to orgasm she stopped. I looked up sad and confused. Wondering why the passion had to stop. I saw her walk over to the closet and I knew what was about to happen. Arching my back, assuming daddy’s position getting ready for her. Rubbing my clit, anxiously waiting until she comes back towards me. Letting out Sporadic moans, making sure she hears me. Bent over, she comes and slaps my ass. I yell her name. Once again on my other cheek she slaps again. This time I moan even louder. One more time she slaps both cheeks and spreads them apart. But she’s still, suddenly she tells me to rub my clit. I do as I’m told. I look back at her, lick two of my fingers and starts rubbing. She moans and slaps my ass again, I whimper in heat. Wanting more pain. It felt so good. Still watching her as I play with my clit, she stares at my pussy. Watching it clench as I get so turned on. Paying attention to my moans and my pace she stops me. Telling me to put my hands on my ass and keep it open. She slides 8 inches in me, I gasp. Breathing heavily as she pounds my wetness. My moans get louder but softer. As she speeds up and goes deeper. Squeezing my pussy tight around her 8 inches of goodness. She pulls my hair, jerking my neck back she grabs it. Choking me while she grinds in me. Losing myself to the rhythm of her precious strokes. This is what love feels like. She pulls out slowly, watching me drip on her. She caresses my ass as I lay there quivering, trying to catch my breathe. She sits up, lays me flat on my back. Climbing on top of me she kisses my lips so gently. Sliding her tongue in so smoothly, intertwining hers with mine. Breathe taking. Her strong yet soft hands start to explore my body. From my neck, down to my breast she lowers her direction and starts to head south.
Feminism. What is feminism? It is a word and accompanying action that happens every day. Men think that because they are bigger, stronger, and swing a penis between their legs that they are the rulers of the universe. I got news for you men. Women are making a comeback and gaining the edge that you so cherish. It is not because we are bigger, or stronger, or that we even have a small penis called a clitoris between our legs. It is brainpower. We are the ones who are smarter, sophisticated in our actions, and in some instances, your helper because you can not do it without our help.
There's two types of people, those who talk about their sex (and masturbation) life, and those who don't. Despite it being 2020, we are still in a day and age when women are judged for being horny. Some women are arguably more horny than men, yet it's a fact that is rarely understood by the general public. Why is it assumed that dudes are the ones who enjoy casually masturbating on a Tuesday afternoon? Are men the only ones allowed to randomly get horny from simple, nonsexual events like the sound of an electric toothbrush? Enough is enough. It would be nice if society embraced female sexuality as the spectrum of intensity it is.
I couldn't help but stare at my toy that rest on his heels before me He was ready to please me WITHOUT question or hesitation the way his long shoulder length wavy hair scatter across his shoulders, his face, his neck
Let's be honest, waiting for marriage in today's day and age is almost unheard of. Because let’s be honest, we have all been teenagers, or we have all had that weak moment. And the fear of being vulnerable with the wrong person can terrify people. I know it terrified me. Unlike most people I had made the decision at fifteen years old to wait until marriage. And I had done a pretty good job up until 21. It was not until I met my current boyfriend that I broke that promise. I had held out with him of course, because I had never really had any sort of intimate interactions with other men, other than a make out session. So, when he decided to make moves, I was terrified, not of him but of me, my body. I am sure we have all been there with our body, we are not the most confident we think we are not good enough, etc. I was no different. But of course, things progressed, I almost felt scared to say stop or not to keep going, but of course I feared rejection, I feared of what he would think if I said no. But I did it, when we were about to, you know, I said no that I was not ready, and of course I was terrified of his response. But he surprised me, he was kind and asked what was wrong, and I told him of course that I had made a vow with God to wait until marriage. He told me that he thought it was nice that I wanted to do that, and I could set the pace. And we could do whatever I felt comfortable with.
Hi everyone who has found my story, hope you'll enjoy the reading. So, we can all agree we love sex, like who doesn't, really?! I'm a woman so I'm going to write based on my experience and the people who I have been with so please do not get offended, and if you do, maybe you should change something about how you treat a woman as you clearly recognised yourself in this story.
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The media often talks about men pleasuring themselves – by which I mean there’s a lot of jokes made about masturbation and genitalia, but only for men. This is because there are a lot of men in the media, they are all over television shows, movies, politics. Sure, there have been improvements over the years, but we still have a lot of work to do. That said, when remarks about the area between one’s legs are made, they are often about men, and not about men. In fact, the closest thing to comments being made about female genitals is a John Oliver sketch featuring his Catheter Cowboy saying, “and that little feller there is what we call the clitoris,” mispronouncing that final word.
Women over the age of 30 are either feeling really sexual, or suppressing it. And I’m talking to the ones that suppress it. What’s wrong with the word sexy anyway?