A new generation of feminists and naturalists who realize that pumping your body full of medicine every day, when you are not even sick, can be potentially detrimental to your health. A new generation of women who weren't around for the liberation The Pill first gave us, and are now realizing that it wasn't really liberation at all. True feminists don't try to emulate men, but embrace femininity in all its beauty. All its menstruating, copulating, live giving, empathetic beauty.
But, that doesn't mean we want to get pregnant every time we have sex. There are loads of types of alternative birth control (that don't pump hormones into your body and eliminate any semblance of a natural cycle) out there that young women haven't been necessarily exposed to every since the invention of The Pill: female condoms, the sponge, the rhythm method, the diaphragm, to name a few. Abstinence. But not completely.
Women today have all types of sex, not just the standard P in V persuasion, that doesn't tend to do much in the orgasm department for many women. They have vibrators, they know their bodies and what gets them off, and they aren't hung up on the myth that their partners should do it for them. The coital activity of choice tends to be assisted masturbation. I do you, then you do me.
My long term companion and I; I call him my 'partner' actually, despite being a male-female couple, lie down on our bed, in minimal clothing. Clothing, yes, because it may not necessarily be about sex, but minimal, absolutely, so we can still feel each other's skin against our own. Touch each other's hair, smell each other's scents, feel each other's warmth. The sensation is so pleasurable, the feeling of being completely entwined with your hubby, that it may stop there, in this tight horizontal hug. We sometimes fall asleep, it's so comfortable and comforting. But, more often than not, I slowly begin to press myself against his hip, feeling a fanciful tingle between my legs as I do so. I glance down and notice his boner, straining tightly against his shorts.
My lips drift to his neck, face, then lips, breathing him in, tasting his slightly salty skin every step of the way. Our mouths meet, and I feel his warm, wet tongue graze my lips. How sexy, I think, as I turn myself towards him now, him doing the same, as if he's my reflection. We wrap our arms around each other, pulling even more tightly into the embrace, positioning our genitals into perfect alignment. Realizing the need, we part to ask, "You first? Or me?" He went first last time, so it looks like it's me. I undress.
He kisses me the way I like to be kissed; with lips and a slight darting tongue, not the open mouthed tongue flicks he prefers to get. It starts as soon as the kiss; he'll get his turn, after. My partner gropes my breasts, runs his hands over my torso, down my stomach to my hips, thighs, and legs. He bends to kiss my breasts and lick the nipples. I feel my pussy tighten, straining to be touched, as well. I like a little tease first. I like to feel his large, strong, warm hands on my skin. He tells me to get out my vibrator. I like his confidence.
While on my side, fetching the vibe from the bedside drawer, he feels up my butt. He kisses the back of my neck and shoulders, while grabbing each cheek in his hands, and kneading it like dough. My asshole strains, wanting him, equally as much. I apply a small dollop of lubricant to the bullet style vibe, and reposition myself, relaxing on my back. My partner's lips find mine, as I place the vibe on my clit. I moan into his mouth.
He then takes the bottle from me, and squeezes out a bit for his finger. I raise my legs so that he can access my ass, because that's where he's going. Can't come without it. Every since I first started orgasming with someone else in the room, I've needed to have my ass stimulated. Solo, I can do without it, but with a partner, they've got to touch my ass. Even when I think back to the first time I came, it was because I finally got my asshole touched. And, if it ain't broke...
He massages the outside of my asshole with a lubed finger, and I already feel my muscles down there relax. It takes a few times to learn how to use those particular muscles, and I feel like an old pro. I employ the elusive mix of pushing and relaxing to welcome him in. I turn the vibe on my clit up a notch, as I concentrate on what he's doing to my ass. I might very well call him an old pro by now, we've been together so long. And I can tell by the way he's probing my ass, not slowly and drawn out like usual, that he has something else in mind for my orgasm, besides his fingers. He is preparing me; it's methodical, thoughtful. Pushing his fingers nice and deep, but giving my a bit of width, too. Quickly, though; he's careful not to overwork me. Even though he usually stimulates me manually for my orgasms, it's clear that this act in itself, isn't intended to make me come. My pussy tightens at the thought. He going to fuck me in the ass.
But, it's not like it sounds. Or like you might expect. It doesn't go on for an hour, involve much thrusting at all actually, or resemble anything like the anal sex we see in male centred pornography. Remember, this is my time. It's all about me, and what I need to come. My partner tells me to get on my knees, and stick my ass up in the air. The veil of dominance is part of it, as well as the guise of being taboo. Yes, we're only doing it because I want to do it, but I like to flirt with the idea of non-consent. And no, he isn't fucking my ass as one traditionally thinks of the act, but I like to entertain the fantasy that he is. I get on my elbows, continuing to rub my pussy with the vibrator, only stopping to turn it up a notch. I hear him squeeze out another dollop of lube, and I feel the cool jelly touch my opening. He then does something very essential. He continues to squirt out lubricant, and push it into my asshole with his fingers. He does this three times, practically filling my asshole with lube. The anticipation is unbelievably arousing, and I feel like I could already come just from the thought of him fucking my ass. I violently rub the vibe over myself, preparing.
He then rears up on his knees, and strokes himself with an already lubed hand. I can hear the squishing sound behind me, and I can't help from bearing down. But, I wait. I can't come yet.
My partner then points his cock towards me, and I feel the head enter me. It feels too big, and I rub the vibe harder on myself, giving myself permission to come whenever I feel the urge. It isn't too big for me, of course, with all my experience, but he barely warmed me up, so I'm tight. And let me be clear, he didn't warm me up very much because I didn't want him to. He can fit five fingers in there on a good day. But, believe it or not, I don't like too much anal foreplay before sodomy. Otherwise, I don't feel his dick as intensely. Right now, I feel it ripping through me, opening me up, and he grips onto my hips, holding me there. Holding me against him until I come on his dick.
I rub the vibe on my clit with total abandon, and once again concentrate on what my ass feels like. It only takes about ten seconds before I come. Hard. I cry out, screaming into the sheets, then he withdraws slowly, so as not to hurt me.
Then, it's his turn.
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