I've heard that women are more found of sex in exotic places. By that I do not mean during your holiday to some tropical paradise.
I believe that it's because women aren't as easy to please by just regular sex. I also believe that it's because men get more stimulation from just looking the sense of sight (like pornography). Women prefer words which generates fantasies inside her mind. For both men and women the mind is our most erogenous zone.
I've always dreamt of having sex in an elevator (and a train, a plane and a car). Preferably in a shopping mall, when everyone's left and gone home. I want walls of glass. I want him to take me against that same wall, and from behind. All while we ride up and down in that same elevator. From there I can enjoy the whole world and that's what I want.
I've been doubtful as to weather to mention the rape or not. For me it abviously wasn't sex, yet ofcourse it effected what was to come in my sex-life.
It made me emotionaly numb and the beauty of someone you liked wanting to have sex with you dissapeared. Love ment sex but sex ment nothing therefor love ment nothing.
I thought: "I do lots of things, but not love"
So, I went for the secure thing. A relationship. A brief one. Sex with Joe the plumber.
Except one morning when I fucked him on his balchony. That was fun! It was the start of me fucking people instead of the other way around.
Note: being sexualy abused is in my experience something almost every woman encounters. (Someone touching you, looking at you or saying somthing sexual in a way that scares you.) And even if you don't, just the tought and fear of being raped or abused on your way home (or in your home) has a hold on most women in a way men will never understand. That in itself is a form of abuse.
This blogg is written in order to discribe sex, love and lust from a female perspective. I will not romantisize or overly sexify anything. I will tell the complete truth, from the beginning and onwards. The content is explicit and intended for readers aged 18+.