“When you have accomplished this act of love and delicate penetration towards a woman, the balance of power in the relationship is forever flipped towards your side. In fact, there is no more balance. The primal energy of a woman. Loves you. And whatever the woman’s ego feels when it reforms, you have already interacted with her primal true self. The Ahhhh. Ahhhhh. Ooooo. Self.
“She will love you unquestionably and irrationally. Nothing can release her until that shell is broken again.
“Every time you thrust in when she looks up she sees you looking in to her giving and taking pleasure. Controlling and managing her hormones and sensations. There is no woman that can go through a passionate slow encounter of love and not come out of it helplessly obsessed if not in love.
“She can deny it, she can try to forget it in the arms of another man, but nevertheless, something has happened. For this reason alone, I recommend that you all are very sparing in your love making. Try not to overwhelm a woman with too much passion. Dull the senses, use condoms, don’t last too long, etc. Without a condom, without a man with some restraint, to make love is to Make Love. To really make love to a woman unless you truly as a man have already committed to loving this women, is completely unethical and dangerous for the woman. Caution!”
It was this very thesis that I was explaining to my friends one evening at the local bar, with my typical erudite aire of excellence, when a girl that was listening, interrupted, and said, “You are so full of it. You are probably even a virgin.”
We all had a laugh including myself at her spirited response.
And then I looked into her eyes and said who is it that you love and smiled with perhaps a bit of a smirk. A thing I felt bad for doing it, immediately. I like to think of myself as being above petty cruelty and altercations. But she had interrupted with the intent of destroying my story and so I thoughtlessly reacted.
She said, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” And walked off.
The evening went on with nothing of note happening and no more thought paid towards this girl.
However, the next night when I once again was at the bar, this time unaccompanied by my friends, I noticed the girl come in, and she immediately caught my eyes, and she kept them and walked over. She said, “Hi, I’m sorry that I overreacted to your story. I probably shouldn’t’ve even been eavesdropping…”
“Oh that’s quite alright. I believe it was I that was rude, in any case. Allow me to apologize and offer you a drink.”
“A beer for me and two shots of vodka for my friend,” she said with a confident smile.
“Thank you.”
We discussed ourselves and where we lived and such small pleasantries for a while when she broke away from the conversation and said, “By the way, you are really wrong about your theory. Perhaps not completely wrong but still wrong about the most important things.”
“How so?” I asked, ever ready to improve my understanding of the human condition.
“Well,” She smiled, “for one thing it has nothing to do with the penis or the woman or the man.”
“It? What?”
“Well, for example you, could be made to love just as intensely as that girl over there. You could be indoctrinated just as easily in fact by any girl, if she only thought enough of you to bother.”
I smiled, “Ah yes, I am certainly one that appreciates the efforts of a talented girlfriend. That’s for certain. But do you really think it’s the same? When a man cums he is released and releases. Nature has made it so that when a woman orgasms she is preparing for a long term commitment for a family and for a child.”
“I think you are wrong.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t think that there’s anything that I could tell you that would make you agree with me. You are in love with the concept of the power of your sex over mine. Your mind is closed.”
“Closed to what?”
“Well for example, what about lesbians. They fall in love, too.”
I smiled now, “Well this just proves my point more. Even a woman can press those buttons with a prosthetic device.”
She smiled a bit exasperated as people are prone to be by me, “You still don’t get it. I am almost ready to show you just because you are so clueless.”
“Get what?”
“Get anything”
“Oh please” I said. I took her generality as an admission that she was wrong.
She seemed a bit aggravated now. “Come with me.”
“Why?”
She said, “Please don’t talk. I’m going to teach you a little lesson.”
I was about to talk and she shushed me and I just followed her sort of enjoying her hand holding my arm. Enjoying those fingers which seemed pretty strong for such a petite and, yes, cute kind of girl. I followed. She seemed somewhat intelligent for a girl and was certainly passionate in her debate, if not eloquent.
We went to the parking lot. She took me to the door of her car and opened it and pushed me in and said, “Sit.”
She drove me home to her apartment. Every time I tried saying anything she just said, “Shhhh.”
We reached her apartment I sat down. She said, “Take off you clothes.”
I tried saying, “what?” but she just shushed me again. And so, ever willing to serve the fairer sex, I stripped naked. She then grabbed my wrist again and led me to her bedroom. She sat me down and said, “Please don’t say anything, if you want me to show you that you are wrong. If you say something you can just leave and continue to live in your chauvinistic fantasy world without ever knowing what I will teach you. Don’t even nod, just sit.”
I sat, she then took some ropes from under the bed that were attached to the legs of the bed and ordered, “Lie back and spread your arms and legs.” I listened.
She took each of my wrists first and tied them down. She then took my legs and tied them down.
Here I was, ever the removed character. I just watched her with a look of an adventurer visiting a primitive tribe. What was she up to…
She left for a minute to the restroom and returned. She said, sit on this, and placed a pillow under my butt.
She touched me on the leg gently showing me that she was nice and that she wasn’t going to be violent, no doubt. Ah, this was nice. She was going to show me how she could be good enough in bed that I would love her, nice.
Before long I was aroused and she crawled up to the bed and started kissing my body my chest in particular. She nibbled on my nipples and pressed and rubbed them. Her hands were quite good. She then kissed her way up to my neck and then finally to my mouth. What an intense probing kisser she was as her hands once again rubbed and pressed my chest and nipples. And then I left something a bit hard between her legs on my thigh. I thought nothing of it. I was enjoying kissing her so much.