I want to press soft kisses to your skin, like sacred secrets kept safe in the angles of your hips and the curve of your back. Weaving worship and want between your fingers, your lips and filling your ears with sweet carnal blasphemy.
I want to wake wrapped around you, darling incubus, equal parts mischief and wisdom. My partner-in-crime, protector, possessor and possession.
Hi everyone! So the book came out last week and it’s been kind of a whirlwind since then, although I will say that I have achieved a life-dream, which is to utter the phrase “go look at pictures of baby otters” live on Fox News.
I’m sorting through all the book giveaway entries, and will have some winners announced by Wednesday; in the meantime, go check these answers out because oh man, you guys are so wonderfully adult and are slaying it out there.
The Internet is a great place to learn how not to have a meaningful discussion. Rather than respectfully sharing our point of view, any lengthy conversation on sensitive matters such as politics, religion, race, sexuality, or the Oxford comma quickly devolves into a lot of mudslinging and comparing those on the other side to the Third Reich. If you’re wanting anyone’s opinions to actually be swayed by the argument you present, whether on the Internet or in real life, here are some tips to remember:
Porn is about male fantasy. The fantasy is that women like everything you do to them, as man.
So how does this translate into real life? Women spend a lot of time and energy trying to please men. We learn early on that we are being looked at – that we are to be looked at. That we are performers. It took years before I actually started enjoying sex. YEARS. I think what I enjoyed most about sex, when I was younger, was the feeling of being desired. The actual sex part was super boring for the first while.
We learn, as girls and women, that the performance is more important than the actual feeling.
Certainly a valid point but not something I can really relate to. Asian and living in a modern patriarchy, yes. But it started with discovering my own pleasure, what *I* wanted. Being desired is a huge turn-on for most people so it is fallacious to say it was never important. However pleasure is requires mental and physical stimulation. The idea is never enough. Furthermore, knowing that ‘performing’ a particular way in order to be desired is perfectly human also. But should always be a means to the end goal, not the sole goal in itself. At least that’s what I believe.
TL;DR I was more concerned with getting off than primping like a porn star for malekind. So far, the sex is great.