The Art of Fucking
It has come to my attention that women do not know how to have sex, fuck, make love or screw. This is alarming!
We are creatures who practically invented the art of toe curling and hairs standing on ends but some of you out there are making a mockery of this art by not participating or ignoring it completely, Shame on you.
Sex is pretty straight forward:
You find someone you are interested in, no names, no back round checks nothing. You share a common interest in the drink you are ingesting, the music that is playing or the company you are keeping to spark conversation which has nothing to do with your back round. Flirting happens at this time. A flick of the hair, a wink, a nudge with your foot and off you go; men, they are relatively common and simple creatures that need only a suggestion of a sort of compound reason that may kinda sort of lead to sex and they are yours for the evening.... truly it's that's simple. Lick the lips, toss the hair and off you go, especially if your are sexy.
Once at his place(never go to your place ladies! I don't care if he lives with his parents. Get a hotel, make him pay for it, and get your freak on but never go to your own house for festivities.) there is no need for hinting there might be some fun happening, you have already made your play to be frisky so get with it. Grab a drink(for liquid courage) throw it down the hatch, a few if your that timid mousy type, place your hands on his erect penis(who are you kidding? You know it's been erect since he sat down to talk to you.) and lay a fat kiss on him. Off you go to the bedroom and sex will happen.
Staying over night suggest you maybe into him much more than you led on so leave as soon as you can without leaving anything behind with a note of thanks to appease his ego. Yes he will trip if there wasn't some kind of,' Last night was really great. I'm glad I ran into you. Hope you had as much fun as I did. See you around", so that he can have this story about some no named girl rocked his world and left without a trace.....THAT'S SEX!
Fucking, well...that is another type of animal all together.
Fucking has the ability to portrait Discovery Channel vibes at a Bacchus reunion party late halloween. Meaning there aren't any rules to fucking. It's dirty, it's loud, it's primal, it's sweaty and most of all it's fun because you aren't expecting the other person to get off at all, because you are concentrating on yourself. Ladies pay attention! YOU ARE FUCKING TO GET YOURSELF OFF FIRST!!!! It's not his birthday, you don't need to know him all that well. Sometimes it's better when you do because that little escapade will be the talk of your relationship for days, years and holidays to come. You don't care if he is uncomfortable, tired, hot sweaty(but if he displays signs of a heart attack, nausea or other forms of a serious pathology be a decent human being, sort him out) as long as the participating party is breathing it's fair game. No! You do not have to be fully naked to enjoy the fruits of fucking. There can be elevator no panties fucking, night club bathroom fucking, hotel fucking(you don't have to have a room to do so), on top of a car in public during a meteor shower fucking. Whatever tickles your fancy to get yourself off. Make sure it's the big O as well ladies, do so in the spirit of getting what you want when you wanted it.
Making love, my favorite. There is nothing more beautiful than making love.
Someone you have been with for a period of time who knows your ends and outs, highs and lows, joys and pains. This person is going to, hopefully, give you everything they have. The look into each others eyes. The little kisses on the shoulder. The hot breathe on the neck with every pelvic thrust.....until you burst out in tears laughing because one of you got a cramp trying something new. There's this even playing field that happens when you make love and it's not like the t.v. or movies. You don't care if it's not perfect, you don't care if he didn't say the "right" things. You really don't care about anything, to be honest! You just want to be in each others arms and enjoy the scent of one another while melting into each other. Everything slows down during love making. Time has no place during love making. The walls in your room don't exist. The people you talked to that day, aren't alive and your boss who didn't give you that promotion, yet gave it to that bitch Irene who is always late and never does her own work, matter when your making love. It's about the two of you sharing your worlds at that moment without judgement, without malice, without rhyme or reason it just is and it's beautiful.
Screwing is a 10-15min quicky before work, school or any activity you really don't want to go to but have to because you said you would and the last time you didn't show up people gave you the blues for two years so this time you have to make an appearance, that's quicky.
For all those who are stuck up, prudish and basically full of shit about your sex life....listen up! It's about time we women take back what is rightfully ours, SEXUALITY! We own it. We wear it! We sweat it out! We exuded it without force. We are natural creatures of sex and sexuality bottling it up for the "right guy". Where do you think your "right guy" learned his moves? From a women, whom of which you should shake her hand because you know you love that thing he does with his tongue. If you have not explored the fine art of sex, fucking, making love, screwing...I suggest you get on it. Learn a thing or six about your body. Learn a thing of twelve about yourself and for fuck sakes, learn something about men's sex and sexuality. We are not in this alone nor are we helpless creatures without a brain. Ask questions, make notes and most of all....enjoy yourself. You only live once <3
We are creatures who practically invented the art of toe curling and hairs standing on ends but some of you out there are making a mockery of this art by not participating or ignoring it completely, Shame on you.
Sex is pretty straight forward:
You find someone you are interested in, no names, no back round checks nothing. You share a common interest in the drink you are ingesting, the music that is playing or the company you are keeping to spark conversation which has nothing to do with your back round. Flirting happens at this time. A flick of the hair, a wink, a nudge with your foot and off you go; men, they are relatively common and simple creatures that need only a suggestion of a sort of compound reason that may kinda sort of lead to sex and they are yours for the evening.... truly it's that's simple. Lick the lips, toss the hair and off you go, especially if your are sexy.
Once at his place(never go to your place ladies! I don't care if he lives with his parents. Get a hotel, make him pay for it, and get your freak on but never go to your own house for festivities.) there is no need for hinting there might be some fun happening, you have already made your play to be frisky so get with it. Grab a drink(for liquid courage) throw it down the hatch, a few if your that timid mousy type, place your hands on his erect penis(who are you kidding? You know it's been erect since he sat down to talk to you.) and lay a fat kiss on him. Off you go to the bedroom and sex will happen.
Staying over night suggest you maybe into him much more than you led on so leave as soon as you can without leaving anything behind with a note of thanks to appease his ego. Yes he will trip if there wasn't some kind of,' Last night was really great. I'm glad I ran into you. Hope you had as much fun as I did. See you around", so that he can have this story about some no named girl rocked his world and left without a trace.....THAT'S SEX!
Fucking, well...that is another type of animal all together.
Fucking has the ability to portrait Discovery Channel vibes at a Bacchus reunion party late halloween. Meaning there aren't any rules to fucking. It's dirty, it's loud, it's primal, it's sweaty and most of all it's fun because you aren't expecting the other person to get off at all, because you are concentrating on yourself. Ladies pay attention! YOU ARE FUCKING TO GET YOURSELF OFF FIRST!!!! It's not his birthday, you don't need to know him all that well. Sometimes it's better when you do because that little escapade will be the talk of your relationship for days, years and holidays to come. You don't care if he is uncomfortable, tired, hot sweaty(but if he displays signs of a heart attack, nausea or other forms of a serious pathology be a decent human being, sort him out) as long as the participating party is breathing it's fair game. No! You do not have to be fully naked to enjoy the fruits of fucking. There can be elevator no panties fucking, night club bathroom fucking, hotel fucking(you don't have to have a room to do so), on top of a car in public during a meteor shower fucking. Whatever tickles your fancy to get yourself off. Make sure it's the big O as well ladies, do so in the spirit of getting what you want when you wanted it.
Making love, my favorite. There is nothing more beautiful than making love.
Someone you have been with for a period of time who knows your ends and outs, highs and lows, joys and pains. This person is going to, hopefully, give you everything they have. The look into each others eyes. The little kisses on the shoulder. The hot breathe on the neck with every pelvic thrust.....until you burst out in tears laughing because one of you got a cramp trying something new. There's this even playing field that happens when you make love and it's not like the t.v. or movies. You don't care if it's not perfect, you don't care if he didn't say the "right" things. You really don't care about anything, to be honest! You just want to be in each others arms and enjoy the scent of one another while melting into each other. Everything slows down during love making. Time has no place during love making. The walls in your room don't exist. The people you talked to that day, aren't alive and your boss who didn't give you that promotion, yet gave it to that bitch Irene who is always late and never does her own work, matter when your making love. It's about the two of you sharing your worlds at that moment without judgement, without malice, without rhyme or reason it just is and it's beautiful.
Screwing is a 10-15min quicky before work, school or any activity you really don't want to go to but have to because you said you would and the last time you didn't show up people gave you the blues for two years so this time you have to make an appearance, that's quicky.
For all those who are stuck up, prudish and basically full of shit about your sex life....listen up! It's about time we women take back what is rightfully ours, SEXUALITY! We own it. We wear it! We sweat it out! We exuded it without force. We are natural creatures of sex and sexuality bottling it up for the "right guy". Where do you think your "right guy" learned his moves? From a women, whom of which you should shake her hand because you know you love that thing he does with his tongue. If you have not explored the fine art of sex, fucking, making love, screwing...I suggest you get on it. Learn a thing or six about your body. Learn a thing of twelve about yourself and for fuck sakes, learn something about men's sex and sexuality. We are not in this alone nor are we helpless creatures without a brain. Ask questions, make notes and most of all....enjoy yourself. You only live once <3
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