Management are happy to announce that the lost sex drive has been found!
Unfortunately none can come to claim their prize due to corona virus.
Authorities report vibrators have been working over time to make up for lost time.
More as this story unfolds....
Interestingly this question gets asked a lot.
What do I like in a man?
When men ask me this, they expect a list of physical attributes, as if I walk around with a list.
As if women were as visual as men are. It’s like they want to measure up to some list that goes:
2. Big Dick
5. X-y years old
When a man asks me this question, I know that it’s time to keep walking…
What do I like in a man?
What do I like in a man??
What do I want to experience from a man is a better question.
Who do I want to be with a man?
I want to be calm, knowing I’m safe.
I want to speak, knowing I’m understood.
I want to let my guard down, it’s tiring holding it up all the time.
I want the man who will let me stop being a lioness, and start being a cub.
Someone who will make it ok to be vulnerable and small, and not dangerous.
I want to purr instead of growl.
I found her.
She was there, buried under worries, stress and a feeling of never been enough
Cowering in the corner she shook, as I lifted the blankets and found her.
She raised her head towards me confused, and blinded by the sudden light in her dark little corner.
I held her hand as she tore down the high walls she had learned to build to protect herself from her partner’s crumbling ego, the boulders which, on occasion would smash her to tiny bits.
I held her hand as she told him to go away and get help.
I held her hand as she called the police to get him to get away from her home.
I held her hand as she called his friends, desperate to hear that he had not taken his life.
The thing about finding me was, I didn’t even know I was looking for her.
But as soon as I saw her I understood something was terribly wrong.
She was almost unrecognizable. Meek, timid, and lacking in passion, scared to let her flags fly.
So here we are. Back to our lives.
Back to sleeping alone, back to being alone.
We are glad for it.
מילים: שירה סתיו
אַל תַּאֲמִין לַגּוּף
בָּאֲזוֹרִים הָרְגִישִׁים בְּיוֹתֵר
לֹא יְמַלְמֵל דָּבָר
הַשְׂעָרוֹת לֹא יִסְמְרוּ
אֲנָחָה לֹא תִּמָּלֵט
שֶׁל הַגּוּף הַזֶּה
אַל תַּאֲמִין לוֹ
חֻמּוֹ אֵינוֹ עוֹלֶה
אַל תַּאֲמִין לַגּוּף
אֵינְךָ מַצְלִיף בּוֹ
אִלּוּ הָיִיתָ מַצְלִיף
שֶׁהַבָּשָׂר אֵינוֹ מַסְמִיק
הָעוֹר אֵינוֹ רוֹטֵט
הַשְּׁרִירִים אֵינָם סוֹפְגִים
הַפְּטָמוֹת רַכּוֹת, רַכּוֹת
לַגּוּף הָאִלֵּם הַזֶּה
לַגּוּף הַכּוֹאֵב הַזֶּה
לַגּוּף הָרָעֵב הַזֶּה
לַגּוּף הַלּוֹהֵט הַזֶּה
Breaking up with someone is hard. Especially when that person is blind to what they did wrong.
I could use a hug .
Last night I fulfilled most women's biggest fantasy.
I was hit on by a tall, handsome, educated, sexy Italian man. He talked with his hands with big passionate gestures, and he is called Moreno.
Because of the absurdity of the situation I decided to go with it. I was at this bar with 2 skinner, sexier friends.. but it was me he was after.
After all the excitement of the pursuit and the uniqueness of the unknown and the sizeable dick (bonus!!), I can still honestly say that Vanilla sex doesn't do it for me anymore...
I don't know if theres something wrong with me. I was myself. I wasn't trying to bed this Italian. He admired my sense of humour and "don't give a fuck" attitude. Everything was perfect... But I was bored. Where was the sense of adventure? The slight fear, the anticipation...
I think I'm taking a break from vanilla for a while.
I sat next to you at the bar during a new years party.
I had taken something and really needed a glass of water. You grabbed a cup, reached over the bar and poured me one and handed it over. Something in your eyes looked safe and warm . We exchanged a few words as I rolled myself a joint and I immediately felt a spark. "He has a calming smile" I thought to myself. I walked away with my friend knowing that if something was going to happen it would happen and I need to look after my friend.
A couple of hours later .
Outside. Fresh air, cigarette.
That smile. More conversation. More chemistry. We go inside together, my friends go home. I trust this man, why do I trust this man. I feel a crazy connection, and as I'm thinking it he says it.
"You're cheeky (shovava)" he tells me .
"You have a cheeky vibe"
"Sure, I know... But how am I cheeky" , I grin as I say it
"You like games of control. You like being controlled."
I blush, he continues .
"That's very good. We will get along."
He continues to read me like an opened book. I let him flick through my pages, which have collected dust. I'm safe, I'm warm.
Later he read my lips, brushed his fingers all over my body, made me squirt all over the bed and spanked me till I couldn't move.
"Are you single?" He asks
"Yes" I reply .
"Great. I happen to have an opening for a naughty little girl, would love to see you apply ."
I am calm .
You came over.
You kissed me .
You choked me
You spanked me and I ask you greedily for me .
I know. Today is about your fun.
I hope it loved up to its expectations.
Thank you for fucking my ass.