Most of us grew up drawing the daddy bigger than the mommy, watched movies where daddy was the head of the family (mother being the neck that can turn the head) and most of us would think twice about marrying someone that would depends on our paycheck.
In this day an age women are being encouraged to ‘wear the pants’, be more vocal and fight for equal rights. Our new found voice can also be heard in the bedroom, where the modern woman is now encouraged to be vocal about their needs, wants and desires. Saddly many women’s voice still aren’t heard as they are abused and mistreated. Would this be the reason why we, generation Y, are now being extra vocal when it comes to sex…are we taking it too far?
This came about us we ( Candy, Alicia and I) had one of our usual catch up sessions. I was telling them about how Nick re appeared in my life.
Nick is the brother of a friend of ours.It was attraction at first sight when we met.
Eventually I went to visit him at work for some free drinks , he is a bartender, got drunk and ended up at the basement of the bar rocking him into ecstasy. It was spontaneous, hungry , raw sex. As we kissed all the way down the passage while his co workers looked with envy and shock . I still remember how he breathed out when I went down on him, how I exploded when he filled me in and how good he was at taking command. His height, his body, his hand holding me tight as I placed my hands against the wall and rode him till he moaned my name.
The next few days I acted as if nothing had happened while he called and tried to reach out. Maybe because I didn’t want to feel played, maybe because I know that I also have the right to be sexually adventurous, the right to get what when i want or maybe because he had a girlfriend. Nick’s girlfriend though pretty and ambitious, was too busy acting modern to pay him any attention or listen to him. And as I listened to his problems and rocked him into bliss without him having to do any work her man kept asking me to stay over instead of asking her.
Eventually we hooked up again, in a bed this time, and it was a sort of rematch. To put it simple: the first time I had fucked him now it was his turn to fuck me.It was a long, freaky session, filled with moans and scratches. After i tried to say no, he simply picked me from the kitchen counter, shut my complains with a kiss, dag his hands into my thighs while we walked to the bedroom. Where the bed was no match for our hunger. Nothing sexier than someone who wants you as if you were the last drop water in the middle of the desert. The lust and desire in his eyes was enough to get me ready for action. The size, the connection, the dirtiness was perfect, however as he repeatedly came , I didn’t.
This got me angry and annoyed, I felt cheated of my right to pleasure. As he noticed my disappointment he started to pull tricks that weren’t working. I, being the new modern vocal woman, instructed him on how to perform them properly or simply let go. We had to stop because frankly I was swollen now and he was in pain. But before we left I made sure he knew I wasn’t satisfied.
And this when my right to equality and my modern woman voice turned me into a bully . I told him how we did it for hours and he still couldn’t make me come, we definitely not doing it again . Poor guy, in his defense the sex is really not bad, the frustration was mine for not coming and I made him feel like less of a man. I don’t know if it’s for the fact that he has a girlfriend therefore I don’t respect him or because I felt cheated out of the pleasure I kept giving him.
Needles to say we lost touch and deleted each other’s number so you can imagine my surprise when he contacted me yesterday. We made plans for dinner as I said we can’t go for drinks because we know how it ends to what he replied ‘yes ,in hours of us having sex and me not making you come’.
I felt like such a bully! Poor man has been holding all this in and provably affected him as a man. Have you ever been a bully to someone over something sexual? Between the three of us we have a couple of offenses: sleeping while getting oral sex, waking up naked next to him without having that after sex feeling and leaving that house with an obvious ‘you ain’t sh*it’ look, calling them our whores, making sure they know we aren’t pleased and a few more I am too embarrassed to mention.
Yet as Nick’s bruised ego tries to get back into my life , I can’t wait to get him to bed because I know he will want to redeem himself. And who am I to deny that ? That angry, ferocious, hungry, you are all mine sex with a guy who is tall, dark, muscular and oh-so-handsome…honey I don’t about you but I want that…I promise to use my voice to be nice this time.