Maybe Freud was on something.
Feb. 11th, 2007 09:09 pmThe other day as I was reading some doujinshi on one of those shared viewing forums, some cutesy girl-on-girl porny thing, I happened to see one of the other readers say, "OMG, clitoral stimulation. So unlike het comics where it's the cock that gives the orgasm!"
I don't know the age of the speaker, but I have a difference of opinion. I'm in my forties and, quite frankly, I have had a number of lovers in the past, and most of them have been around my age. And most of them, at any rate, seem to prefer intercourse over oral.
I'm a little disappointed by this, myself. I was in the wild oats stage of life when Dr. Ruth and Penthouse Forum were both telling us that being a cocksman was more or less irrelevant to a woman's pleasure, it was having a tongue that could do 300 revolutions per minute that was the important thing. I still have a callous on the frenulum that secures my tongue to the floor of my jaw. I'm proud of that callous.
And there's something a little ironic about my reaching forty only to learn that, after all that, as I'm reaching the age when the machinery is showing wear and tear and is a little unreliable, the women who marched through time to reach this age with me now decide that they like fucking more than anything else anyway, and stamina in those hips (y'know, the ones that'll need replacing someday) is more important than a willingness with those lips.
I'm not complaining. My friends and lovers are great people, and it's no heroic effort to trade powerful pleasures back and forth. Just chalk me up as yet another fool who will never, ever understand women.
I don't know the age of the speaker, but I have a difference of opinion. I'm in my forties and, quite frankly, I have had a number of lovers in the past, and most of them have been around my age. And most of them, at any rate, seem to prefer intercourse over oral.
I'm a little disappointed by this, myself. I was in the wild oats stage of life when Dr. Ruth and Penthouse Forum were both telling us that being a cocksman was more or less irrelevant to a woman's pleasure, it was having a tongue that could do 300 revolutions per minute that was the important thing. I still have a callous on the frenulum that secures my tongue to the floor of my jaw. I'm proud of that callous.
And there's something a little ironic about my reaching forty only to learn that, after all that, as I'm reaching the age when the machinery is showing wear and tear and is a little unreliable, the women who marched through time to reach this age with me now decide that they like fucking more than anything else anyway, and stamina in those hips (y'know, the ones that'll need replacing someday) is more important than a willingness with those lips.
I'm not complaining. My friends and lovers are great people, and it's no heroic effort to trade powerful pleasures back and forth. Just chalk me up as yet another fool who will never, ever understand women.
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Date: 2007-02-13 07:13 pm (UTC)He paused, stared back at me, and then said "I think ALL women should have to date other women so they understand that!"