If You were thinking about fucking me, read this first:

I am a 21-year-old white woman. I am hot, and I like to fuck. I was exposed to the Power of the Erotic by Audre Lorde during my first real relationship. I absorbed the intellectual material about sexual oppression, yet I felt oppressed by my relationship. Soon after our relationship ended, with the support of my friends, I took my now-ex out of my sexual equation and began going at it again. It was important to me that women know that sex isn’t bad, heck it was important to me that everyone knows it! I began getting really interested in feminist porn directors, and institutions promoting the spread of female pleasure. I felt personally called to this slew of information about sex and sexuality due to the emotional resonance I felt with discourse surrounding female sexual oppression that was based in my own experiences with hook-up culture. Here are some theories I have:

-If a man is never taught how to pleasure a woman. He will not even try. 83% of heterosexual porn on internet does not even feature a woman finishing, so, men must learn from women. (Betty Dodson shared that statistic on GOUP).

– And if, the man is more attractive, then women are less likely to risk the repercussions of explaining that the man does not make them cum. The hot man has more sexual privilege in that way, and as sociology informs, the more privilege you have, the less access you have to knowledge of the oppressed. It doesn’t matter how nice and open and beautiful the hot male seems, they cannot know because they have never learned.

This is where it gets tricky, because if the hot male cared, couldn’t they seek information out? I think yes, but as a woman myself who is viscerally effected by the results of my endeavor into female pleasure, it’s nonetheless been hard for me to dig up accurate information. I was extremely implicated in the results, so it seems that the stakes aren’t as important for the hot man, seeing as coming-up short in the areas of female pleasure does not sacrifice any of their pleasure.

So, I rest my case: it is up to women, to teach men how to navigate a woman’s body.

I’ve often thought, if it isn’t working then it just isn’t working, and I shouldn’t waste the effort on him because he sucks because he can’t make me cum, or if he really wanted to know how to, he would ask.

BUT that may be a hard question for some (hot males) to ask, especially some with so much privilege. I want to empathize with both parties in this situation because I want to figure out a plan that will produce the best and most effective results. I want to formulate some ways in which to help prompt this conversation to whoever you’re sleeping with, no matter how hot!

OK-

Go down there, I’ll lay on my back

Look at my vagina straight, breath in my stench

Put your finger at the opening

Do, you feel that? I’m wet.

Your eyes wide stroke me before you act

You are a painter painting a volcano,

God carefully ingraining a

timeline over its cathartic life

You’re the rhetor, obscuring your moves and your intention

You are dancing with the old queen

Slow and careful not to go past your step

You’re whispering your secret imprint, the message you want to send

To me

Ecstasy.

Those are just some general ideas, but I’m here to get to the meat!

my personal mechanics:

Your easel is full, now paint! I want you soft gliding over my left inner lip, cross to the right one before you reach to my clit. Go down again to refill and then travel up the middle, pause in the space between my vagina and my clit. Massage, add some pressure, and take the pressure back down. Stick your finger inside of me and press it against my upper wall. Take out your finger by pumping it a couple of times, really slow, don’t remove your hand from my body; slide it out and let it travel, softly up, softer, the higher you rise, don’t pause at the space between this time, and barely feeling me, above my clit, tickle me ever so gently. In a circular motion or a U shape around the top, the less direct the contact, the more uncontrollably you get me wet. If you want to bring in your tongue, this is the best time. But don’t forget, light, barely making contact. If you’re feeling passionate and you want to press down direct, go to the place between my vagina and my clit, you have permission to devour, suck and all of that. Doing a little bit of both is never bad, it’s a transition that helps, if your looking for the time to pass, but regardless of the job up top, I want one of your fingers inside of me. You can keep it in there and massage my wall or you can penetrate me with it. Eventually, I want you to put another finger in, and you’ll know, I’ll trust your timing on when you think i’m ready for that. Soon, Probably after about two mins of that, I’ll be ready to cum. I’ll just need it another min or so to make it the best ever. Here’s what you need to do. Press a little harder than you were before, on my clit. Maybe try wiggling it, or jacking it off like a penis, and I want you to take your fingers out of me, replace your hand with mine, up top, and bring your dick to my mouth, I will suck it until you are able to fuck me, with your full potential, and then you will, and I will cum on your dick, so that you can feel me pulsating on you. You did that- you helped me feel that. You might cum unexpectedly, at the convulsions wrapping around you, breathing you in, so you need to wear a condom before it happens because I need you to stay inside me for this. Seriously.

Published by movementperpetual

Forging a link between my life and the universe. A metaphysical self-improvement guide to navigate societal conventions surrounding sexuality as a sprouting feminist in hook-up culture. Hoping to share some life recipes that whoever reading can integrate into their own!

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