Being a man comes with it’s own set of perks, and disadvantages, as I suppose is true for being a woman. I mean, women after all have smaller brains…that’s just a fact. Lol. I’m such a dick.
Joking aside, (btw, that was a joke for you small brainers), there really is a sense of freedom I feel in embracing your innate sexuality. Being a man, grabbing a beautiful woman by her hair, and completely losing yourself in your passion for her.
Totally animalistic in your aggression. Yank that fucking hair, hands around her delicate and graceful neck, and shove my hard dick right up inside you with the anger of a mythical beast.
And women, embracing their femininity; there may be nothing in this world more beautiful to witness than a woman just being a woman.
I fucking worship everything about them. Their hearts. Their minds. Their picturesque forms. Their scent. Their voices. Their noises. Their smiles as they sleep. Their innocence. Their caring ways.
Their grace under fire. Their ability to do things us men can’t. Little things. How they can so easily multitask when we men look like Neanderthals trying to do two simple things at once.
Their essence of just being a woman.
Everything. All of it.
Fuck. 40 years later and I still see them as if I just discovered them yesterday.
And when they embrace this feminine side, in the bedroom, it’s a magical moment that levels me every time.
Submission is the pinnacle of this feminine essence. Eyes batted unknowingly and peering up at me. She doesn’t even know what she is doing to me.
She opens her feminine mouth as an invitation. Levels me again. Lips encasing my manhood. Wiped out. She aggressively thrusts me into her and sends the message to me that the gagging bothers her, but she does it, “For Me”. She is sacrificing, “For Me.” What did I ever do in life to deserve this grace?
That’s when I give her the best this man can muster.
She will now get my masculine form engulfing her wet and beautiful pussy. Shake for me, Kitten. Delivering a life-altering earthquake to you is the only way I will feel like I am worthy of what you give me. So I deliver.
But I can’t stop there. So another, reaching inside You with my clean firm hands to pull from Your soul another orgasm. And another.
Hands around your neck. Eyes inches from mine. I never will look away. You need to know what you do me. Then. Hard and deep. I give you the best I have. Until I see the flood wash over you and I finally feel vindicated, or at least, I can sleep at night.
Women. To me. Nothing else in this world comes close.