Ok, some will argue that “cunt” isn’t a word to use by a lady. What a hypocritical statement. Men want their women to be whores in the bedroom, always! How often do you hear of men wanting their female sex partners to scream things like “fuck me, oh fuck me, baby”, or “Stick your huge cock in me”? All of the time! Is it so different to ask their ladies to say “fuck my hot cunt with your big cock”? Of course not. Men want that all the time. And women? I have met many women who also vulgarly vocalize, frequently, but won’t use “cunt” and condemn me for using it! Prudes one and all!
Is “cunt” a vulgar word? Isn’t “fuck” equally vulgar? Or is any word truly bad, or are we just told that? Or do we now “accept” the “f” word and still not the “c” word? What a load of bullshit! I will tell you now, I would never use “vagina” in my lovemaking vocalizations – how prudish a word is that? And “pussy”, my god, what a stupid, insipid word (only the Yanks could have come up with such a trite term for that holiest of places)? When I talk to my mother, or my doctor, or casual peers, yes, I do use “vagina”; but when I talk to my lover, or share secrets with my close trusted friends, I casually use “cunt” as my word of choice – my own “special” naughty word. If I offend you – then fuck off. That simple. I will not live any more of my life sucking up to hypocrites.
My husband and I are normal, for fuck sakes. We take a healthy approach to sex. We try to never allow it to become boring, and have often experimented. Nothing we have done is bad. We both agree, and discuss everything (and have even compared notes, lol). I love to suck cock. It is the one way I can, and do, prove unconditionally that I love and respect my husband. It is the one action I do unselfishly to give him joy. I do get pleasure out of doing it, yes, but I do it for his total pleasure, and his total joy! I know he loves it, and you know what, I love sucking him for that one reason alone! And yes, oh yes, I swallow, every fucking time, every glorious mouth fucking time. And he kisses my cum dripping lips in gratitude! To all of those wives who say “sucking cock is gross”, I say one thing only – “grow the fuck up – you either love him, or you don’t – don’t bullshit about it – prove it!” and to all those men out there, tut-tutting my crudeness, is your cock hard yet? I bet it is, and I bet if any man ever got a chance to read this narrative, they would eagerly stick their cocks into my mouth, and demand I swallow, too. Fucking hypocrites all!
I equally love my own cunt being licked and eaten by my man. Yes I do. It is his way of proving that same trust and love to me. I will tell you truthfully, that as I lay there naked and legs open wide, I am at his total mercy. I am at my most vulnerable, totally without defense; if he should want to hurt, or shame me. I am 100% open to him, and delighted he wants my cunt. My heart swells in pride! And yes, I lick his mouth clean afterwards, and we lick each others fingers, and anything else we put up my hole (including, especially, willingly, I love to lick his wet, cunt-covered, cock). I hear so often of men that won’t eat their lady’s cunts, saying it is disgusting. To those ignorant, ill-informed, selfish fools, I give the same answer as above – “grow the fuck up – you either love her, or you don’t”. It is not ever a conditional thing. If it becomes conditional, in my opinion, then one partner is trying to manipulate the other! Especially those same men who demand they get a blow job, but won’t reciprocate a cunt lick. And how many wives want their fuck hole chewed on, demand it even, but won’t give back? Grow up, one and all!
Either accept me fully, or fuck off. I like my ass played with, especially licked and fingered, and am not adverse to getting a cock up my “back door”. We practice safe sex though, and we only do it if the mood strikes us. We are not animals, we are normal, healthy, sexually curious adults.
Yes we have tried a few threesomes, and once even, a foursome. Why not? Why the fuck not? They were always friends, they were always trusted friends. And yes, both my husband and I experimented with bisexual activities during these sessions. Again, why the fuck not? I love to see him suck a cock (and he swallows too, lol), and I am partial to eating and fingering a nice shaved cunt once in a while. Watching him kiss a man, or me being kissed by a woman is very sensual, to us.
I love my tits getting attention, and love his soft hands arousing my hard nipples, as I arouse his nipples too. Ok, we bite and pull and twist. What a joyous delight that gives both of us.
What wouldn’t I do? To be frank, as long as it is mutual, consensual, and health risk free, I think I would say YES to anything he asked for, and I know he would never refuse me. The petty, uneducated, inhibitions of lesser people are no longer my concern. We even tried piss games once. Neither one of us was offended, but nor were we particularly excited afterwards. His piss tasted nice and salty, but what a fucking mess we had to clean up. Another lesson learned though.
Oh yes, most men expect women to be angels in the kitchen and living room, but total sluts and whores in the bedroom! Total hypocrisy. I am me, I will always be me, and I am a lady, and (proudly) a whore (for my loving husband), too!
I am sorry, I seem to have wandered away from my story, but I did want you to understand why I use certain words as they will appear in this narrative. I also wanted to introduce myself, fully and frankly.
One thing I now fully resolve is, I will never again “justify” myself to anyone.
I said it before, either accept me or fuck off, but don’t waste your time being superior, condescending, self-righteous, holier-than-thou, and fucking phony. I just want you to know I consider myself a normal, healthy, sexual woman. I know who I am without lying, or fooling myself, which is more than I can say for most people!
I just cannot get over the fact that I would have eagerly and willingly sucked the bastard’s cock for hours, rather than be humiliated and hurt, if he had only asked. But he wanted to hurt me and humiliate me, not seduce me. I would never have sought him out, nor flirted with him, but when I realized the inevitability of my situation, I did not resist him, for fear of being hurt. I just let him get it over with. But he had different ideas, as you will read . . .
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Several months ago I was asked by my boss to travel interstate for a week of training. I had done this several times before, and never had any previous problems, so I readily agreed. Nothing different was planned, and all usual arrangements were made.
When I go out of town for these training sessions I normally drive because I carry a large amount of equipment with me, and find the airport hassles so bothersome. It is easier to pack the car, head out in the early morning, pop in a CD or two, cup of coffee close at hand, and drive leisurely cross country. I have done this many times without incident, and had no reason to suspect this trip would be different. The total drive usually takes between 6 and 7 hours, depending on traffic etc, and I always plan my trips to leave home at around 7 and arrive in the mid afternoon.
What I didn’t know was that there were also major freeway constructions being carried out that initially delayed, then blocked and eventually forced me to detour. And that’s where my problems started.
I knew the major roads well enough, having already had several prior trips on this same highway. I had studied the maps, knew all of the major towns, and was confident of both my destination, and my time needs. However, after driving for about 4 hours, I was stopped dead in a gridlock traffic jam. I sat, and sat, along with my fellow travelers, not even knowing how long, let alone why, we were stopped.
After about 20 minutes, the traffic slowly took off at a snail’s pace, and we crept car-length by car-length forward. Stopping and starting repeatedly. After about an hour of this, I came to a detour sign, and like everyone else, I took it.
I was familiar enough with the general area not to be concerned, but I quickly realized that the detour was moving further and further away from the due west route I had planned. I was now traveling along a thin two-lane road, still busy, but moving more south than west.
I needed to move west, so at the next intersection, I turned right, onto a road that I hoped would return me to my intended direction. I was wrong.
I didn’t know I was wrong immediately. You never do. It took me about half an hour to realize I was still heading in the wrong direction (now going nearly north again – almost back towards where I had come from), and worse, I was now alone. When I turned off I left the main traffic behind, and slowly but surely all the other cars still on the road had pulled off to their intended destinations, leaving me very alone. There was one car on the road, about three quarters of a mile ahead, and in the distant view of my rear mirror there was no others. Shit!
My car is a new Ford with all the bells and whistles (including a built-in compass) – an SUV, strongly built, and I had sufficient fuel for at least another hour before panicking, so I wasn’t worried. But the day was getting long, and I was driving around lost.
Yes, I was lost. I admit it. Ok, why didn’t I just pull over and look on the map? Want the truth? I was scared to stop on this lonely road. I thought my earlier turn would correct my direction, and now the road was not pleasant looking, very dark, with lots of curves and trees. I decided to keep driving, using the rational that there had to be a town up ahead soon.
I wasn’t applying (silly) male logic, I was genuinely worried, and didn’t think it safe, or sensible, to just pull off the road, without knowing where I was. I continued driving, and after another 35 minutes I was beginning to panic. It was now close to 2 in the afternoon. I had been driving for well over six hours, my fuel was getting extremely low, and I was lost. Fuck!
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