“Oh? So I can just admire those in the mirror, too?"
You vain little shit. I’m already pissed at you. You’re not helping your case. I’m going to leave teeth marks. Deep. Red. Teeth marks.
nude
Lately, she had been so busy. She was neglecting herself, her needs, just to strive toward the end of all the work she had to do. She have become so consumed in her business that she had completely forgotten that she had arranged for him to join her that night for dinner.
He understood the situation immediately when she opened the door, looking half-surprised and half-ashamed. She assumed she was being punished when he closed the door behind himself and ordered her to strip. She braced herself for the worst when he bent her over her bed. And, yet, nothing.
First, it was just his fingers trailing over her body. Then both hands. Just exploring, navigating the tension and easing it out in firm dips and slides. She could feel herself giving over to him, to his touch, and she soon relaxed, even as he threaded his fingers in her hair.
As her head was yanked back, she felt that final pang of release as she gave herself and her troubles over to him. And, at last, she was at ease.
When I was younger, I saw some speaker get up in front of a group of girls my age and say, “one day, women are going to rule the world”. She made some whole speech about it. At the end, she called for questions. I raised my hand and said, “well, honestly, don’t you think saying something like that is setting us back? Because, really, come to think of it, we were pretty angry when men said the same thing a long time ago. I mean, don’t get me wrong, sometimes I get annoyed and wish we just kept the men underground for breeding purposes. But, honestly, if we said we just want women to rule the world, then we’re really no better than chauvinists.” She had no idea how to even respond and just thanked me for giving an opinion.
I tend to catch a lot of heat from some of my friends for wanting to do some, as they define it, things that act in defiance of all of the work that feminists have done. They can’t stand the fact that I’m not a huge fan of jeans or pants. They blanche at the fact that I enjoy cleaning and doing the laundry. They’re shocked to hear that I wouldn’t mind doing all of the cooking in a domestic situation. Stuff like that.
Part of feminism, in my opinion, is the possibility to still make these choices. Anthony, Stanton, and others didn’t just fight for my sex’s right to get equal pay and go into normally male-dominated fields. Don’t get me wrong here, I expect these things and think they’re incredibly important. They fought for women to have the freedom to determine their destinies. And, sorry, if I like the smell of detergent and get a really fun, accomplished feeling from a day of cleaning, and if I really like cooking, I should have the freedom to take on these roles. Maybe they’re considered antiquated domestic roles. But nobody said I couldn’t do those and, I don’t know, have a career and a life and everything else they seem to think I can’t have if I do that.
I think we get so caught up sometimes in the cause for feminism that we forget what we wanted was equality and not female supremacy. I have a friend right now who, although she intends to get a degree and have a job, really wants to be a stay-at-home mom when she has children. The cause of feminism fights for women’s right to choose her destiny to be a high-powered lawyer as much as it does for her to choose to be a stay-at-home mom. And, I’m sorry, but I think that anyone who thinks women don’t have the right to choose to opt-out or to take on some traditional domestic roles out of their own free will is simply anti-feminist.
“Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved. Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm. ‘Come in,’ she said, ‘I’ll give you shelter from the storm.’” – Bob Dylan, “Shelter from the Storm”.
One more my earlier fantasies was to be a part of someone’s “collection” of girls. What was exactly done with the collection got a lot more graphic as I grew older. It started as just for display and aesthetic, but soon it got a much more…interactive.
daddy has a blonde and a redhead, all that’s missing is you my brunette love
Sigh. See, this is the problem with girlpets. You forget to put your shoes away and, without fail, they get to them. I really need to invest in a trainer.
If only the pre-games at my university were like this. Seriously.
I have the pleasure of owning one of these sinister devices. Her goosebumps are giving me goosebumps.
Sometimes, I like to touch myself in the ways other people have in order to recreate those sensations. But, I never, ever can in quite the way they did. Maybe it’s like the fact that you can’t tickle yourself. I can recreate the motion, but I will never, ever fully recreate the feeling. It takes two to tango.