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Cute description too. Gracie wrote it. So what do you think of my boudoir?

I've also been asked to write for another website, Marquis de Libertine. I've decided to do it but haven't made any breath catching plans for what I will write. Sometimes the best stuff just pops into my head when I'm sitting with the keyboard and space to write.

I wrote this, a rough draft, for another website. But, now that I sent it to her I've changed my mind. It still feels scattered and too angry for what I want. Not focused either. So, I'm sticking it here, likely the only place I will end up using it, as is. I can always break it up as individual, more focused essays.

Real Women

What is your body for? Some people might think it's a mode of transportation for their brain. Some people might think it's something to be used to lure men to their doom, like the legendary sirens. Some might talk about procreation, having babies, continuing the species, all that sort of stuff. Some others might think it's just a advertising in motion.

Whatever it's for, do you know much about how it works? How do breasts make milk for babies? Why does your vagina leak even when you aren't having an orgasm? Why do women have hair in odd places where only men should have hair? These and other questions can be answered if you care to find out. Most young women don't know about milk ducts, or how the vagina cleans itself by leaking mucus. They don't know what makes a woman's breasts start having milk. Why are they so ignorant?

I think it's because we are so focused on making women's bodies into sex toys that we have forgotten there is a real purpose for women being different from men. It's not just a way to turn them on. No, Virginia, there really is a vagina, not just a pussy.

Women have babies, that's the whole point of that period thing women get monthly. Women feed babies, that's why we have those pair of lumps stuck to the front of us. Women give birth to babies that's why our hips tend to be wider than men's. No, it's not all there to sell cars, sorry, you have been sadly misinformed.

The saddest thing of all is that so many women are getting breast implants. A breast implant turns what starts out as a natural thing into nothing but a sex toy. Once implanted with those plastic bags of goop a breast can no longer function for breast feeding a baby. Is that such a small price to pay for having the biggest hooters. Is that all there is? Is that all you want to be?

Real women have breasts, not tits. Real women have a vagina, not a love tunnel. Real women are women, not sex toys or a great marketing campaign. They might not be size 2 with a D cup bra but I can tell you one thing, real women live for themselves, they don't wait around for some man to approve.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash.com: Friday January 17, 2003  

It was old, dusty and had traces of what could be dried blood on it. But, the bottle seemed intact. Jake blew dust away from the surface, peering at the label. A tiny spider trailed down over his hand and onto the floor to be lost in the clutter, dust and dirt. Whatever the label said was lost on Jake, he couldn't read the language, wasn't even sure what language it might be. Under the grime the bottle shined, something inside might have glittered. Peering through the dirt, he gave it a shake but couldn't tell what might be in it. He packed it up in the cardboard box of things to take downstairs and out of the abandoned house.

The box was nearly full, generations of treasures passed down to the current heir, himself. It was too bad the house was in such sad shape structurally. The whole thing would have to come down. So, Jake had rented a truck, gathered packing boxes and arranged to spend a weekend clearing out whatever was salvageable. There was less than he thought. …more

The main problem with having a period is the bloody mess. After that the problem is the hormones, or lets just skip a few steps and call it the horniness. Yes, here it is day one and I'm already muttering "squish, squish" and then thinking about all the ways I'd love to make lustful sex with some nice, warm body.

Having sex at this point isn't really what I want. I'd rather just let all the bleeding go on in peace. But, there is plenty more sensuality to sex. At least there should be. No wonder men are from Mars and women are from Venus.

Anyway, once upon a time I found a Yahoo Club called Blood Sisters. In theory women were able to talk about their periods. But, all too often some horny dick posted about how much he wanted to fuck us all. What desperate morons.

Mostly, it made me angry that they had to spoil even this womanly ritual. It's not like any of them have anything to contribute. I don't care who they are, they don't bleed once a month, they don't have cramps and moods and they don't get aggravated because their cute new panties just got stained. Don't you just hate when you get those surprises?

I do. That's why I've resorted to wearing cotton granny panties when the mess starts.

Back to the desperate morons... do you ever think that the real reason men like women to suck their cocks (become cock suckers) is to feel accepted by us? I've wondered about this. I mean, everyone wants to feel accepted. Men do have that silly looking thing. Maybe what they really need is to feel we aren't laughing at it behind their backs. Not that we aren't. But, maybe the illusion would make them feel better.

Though, why do we want to resort to being cock suckers just to spare their feelings/ ego? From what I've read in the Adult BackWash messageboards if they get into the gymnastics of the whole thing they can suck it themselves. Would they call themselves cock suckers?

I'm so curious. That and contrary. Right now I think I will go out and get myself some ice cream. Diet be damned. No wonder I was craving the stuff yesterday. At least I was spared all the pre-period zits this time.

Does anyone have links to something about an erotic mad scientist? Yes, I'll be looking for industrial erotica tonight. May as well just go right to IRC and troll bait.

Originally posted to Adult Backwash.com: Wednesday January 08, 2003  

What is so attractive about the man in charge? Unless he slobbers, has a face full of puss or some other horrible problem, I have always been attracted to, and flirted with, the man in charge. Not, of course, my own Dad. That's not what my Ode to Daddy Dearest is about. I'm not into incest.

It's more like seduction and letting go, knowing he will be there to instruct, discipline and coddle as desired. Not that most men even get a hint of that. I think you really do need to draw them a map for the finer points of seduction. But, there is no guide to seduction that works for every woman. There are too many different kinky ideas, fetishes and perky bits to satisfy. No one man could be that perfect.

But, a woman can fantasize. In my fantasy it's usually some Daddy Dearest that seduces me. Leads me down the path to sex, pulls me along, guides me, and finally fills me with his big cock while sucking on my breasts and playing with my clit. Damned if I know how he has that technique perfected! But he does, almost every time.

The other times it's not Daddy Dearest (who comes in the form of teacher, scientist, alien, and so many other unique forms) but it's me! I'm not quite as nice as my Daddy Dearest though. In fact, I can be on the nasty side. But, men have tough hides, they can take it, right?

Fantasy men can take it all and last as long, and as hard, as you want. At least I haven't managed to break one of them yet. I'll just have to keep trying.