Sex didn’t used to be hard.

Then again I didn’t used to be so fickle. I wrote about losing my orgasm and then finding it again.  Not only did I find my orgasm again we are back to being BFFs.  I call her ‘O’ she says I don’t call on her enough. I say bitch I’ve got other shit to do.  She says bitch nothing that feels as good as I feel.  I say you’ve got a point and then we have a meeting of the minds.

I don’t need sex to visit ‘O’.  I do need ‘O’ to visit during sex though, and while it isn’t hard it certainly is not what I’d gotten used to, over the years.

I come from a place where two words – cum slut – would trigger the faucet and a touch would break the fucking knob of the faucet off. This whole new world is just as foreign to me as Disney.  Never been there, I know there is a mouse, but I’d get lost.

Finding partners is not the issue.  Well at least it is not the issue when folks aren’t talking shit and running in the other direction when you are in their presence.  I’ve referred to it as moonwalking and Michael may he rest in peace, would marvel at the technique.

In a 72 hour period two men who shall remain nameless literally ran in the other direction when they saw me.  A different woman would get a complex.  Me?  I understood.  They didn’t really mean they would tear my back out, and they didn’t really mean that they would be the best I would ever have, and they didn’t really mean that they were gonna make me squirt so much it would leak to the floor below.  They meant I like talking shit and my ass can’t cash the check.

Although that is fairly annoying – I get that. I’ve been fucking for a long time.  I’ve seen most of the moves you think are new and fresh.

I am used to men talking shit and me having to adjust to what the stroke really is for me to get what I need to get out of the experience. I’ve been spoiled in the past years that I didn’t need to do that, but when you are a hyper sexual woman, you learn swiftly that adjustments are necessary or murder happens.

I’ve also learned that my pussy is pretty good. I am 100% positive there is better out there, but mine is pretty good. It likes penis – real or silicone – its warm and wet and tight and I control it pretty well. This type of pussy also means that you learn to make adjustments swiftly or murder happens.

Now maybe its that I haven’t had to make those adjustments in so long that I’ve forgotten how much work sex can be but damn it sex did not used to be this fucking hard!

Like what do you do when you find yourself in a sexual position – with someone you know wants to have sex with you – and they say you are safe with me I am not gonna have sex with you.

Really?

I know you want to have sex because I’ve watched your erection rise and fall for the past 2 hours. I know you want to have sex because you and I just had a talk about parameters and relationships and how to navigate the waters and still be respectful of your relationship.  I know you want to have sex because you were fully clothed when I left the room to get coffee and condoms and you are now in your boxers when I return. So why tell me you are not gonna have sex with me? Is it a Jedi Mind trick?  Are you planting the suggestion so that at later moment I might think it was my own idea?

Is this what I have to look forward to?

Well thankfully not right away.  There is someone out there for the moment who understands me, and I don’t have to hand them a white sequined glove or act surprised when they say – well if you wanna I am down with pre cum dripping through their boxers.

Seriously though – sex didn’t used to be this hard.

Stepping up to the plate in the dating game is vexing.  I don’t remember it being this hard.  Perhaps it is not.  Perhaps my fishing rod is in the wrong pond.

 

Aphrodite Brown