“First go? A few seconds. Tops. After that initial burst, I can last for hours.”
“The tiny little tells – the shifts in her voice, how the muscles in her back tense, how she slightly moves her hips to push her clit against my fingers, the face she makes.”
“Our vagina has two major emotions, horny or angry. When she’s horny, she’s great. When she’s angry, it’s probably because she’s bleeding.”
Sunsets, books, and orgasms make me happy; and those are only a few among many, many things that do.
“Why don’t you make noise during sex?”
I as woman am used to inconveniencing men with my hysterics,
or inconceivable, unattainable,
too much work
“I decided to see if I could fit my entire hand into my vagina.”
We are given a body to abode in; a body attired with senses, sensations and longings.
I get scared that I can’t authentically call myself an empowered woman if I need a man for this. I shouldn’t need anyone, especially for something concerning my own body.
“Don’t just stick it in, warm me up first.”