It is generally presumed that
women have some sort of genetic predisposition to being degraded during sex,
that we are hard-wired to want to be submissive to men. I have zero submissive inclinations, less than
zero in fact as the thought totally turns me off. I don’t want to be slapped, choked, or spit
on during sex. I don’t want my nipples
bitten, twisted, or pulled or my breasts mauled or squeezed. I don’t think it’s erotic to be called a
bitch, slut, or a whore because I’m none of those things. Who’s my daddy? McKinley Scott was and he was
altogether exceptional I don’t want or need another one. While we are on the subject, I don’t want or
need to be tied up, restrained, spanked, or disciplined. I’m not a bad girl, I’m an amazing
woman. Don’t you dare hold my head when
I’m going down on you or try to force your dick down my throat to make me gag
or vomit or you might lose a nut . . . if you’re lucky. There is nothing erotic about anyone forcing their
entire hand in any of my orifices. . I
don’t want to have casual sex with someone who is undeserving of my body nor do
I want to have sex in a public restroom or alley or some filthy, disgusting
location. Just the thought of having a
train run on me, with multiple men using me like a piece of trash is repulsive. What’s more than repulsive? Whatever it is, multiply that times
1000.
As much as I love a vigorous,
enthusiastic, intense anal fuck, the only ATM I’m doing is Bank of America’s
for cash withdrawals. I don’t care what
you read in 50 Shades, pain is not a motivator nor an aphrodisiac for me. Don’t
cum in my mouth unless I give you permission and until your dick squirts
Lancome Absolue L'Extrait at $360 a pop, literally, don’t even think about
shooting your cream on my face. I’ve
been raped. It’s horrifying and violent,
it’s not a secret fantasy. I’m not going
to wear 7 inch heels or some restricting, oppressive, costume and swing around
on a pole to turn you on because I’m not an object or thing to be used for your
pleasure. Most importantly, no means
no. Stop means no. Don’t means hell no. My body is not a receptacle for you to pound
out your anger, frustration, your low self-esteem, or even your recreational lust.
I can’t tell you the exact number
of women who love each and every one of those things but I’m sure it’s astronomical.
I can with some certainty tell you that
the number of men who need to degrade women during sex is greater than the
number of women who want and/or need it.
That’s cool for other people but I ain’t the one. I don’t feel that being degraded makes sex
hotter and I don’t want to be called names out of bed so why the hell would it
be a turn on for me to be called names in bed? I can see people’s eyes rolling around in
their heads. How dare I even suggest
that I’m too good for those things! I
can hear people screaming at their screens that I’m denigrating others for
their preferences. No, I’m not. I very clear that I don’t like those things but
I have no need to dictate what anyone else should or should not like. But, the common belief is surely that anyone
who doesn’t like those things is a puritanical prude who only likes boring,
vanilla sex, right? Wrong!!!! I
simply don’t want or need any sort of shame, humiliation, pain, or subservience
associated with any sort of sex I have.
What I do have is a genetic predisposition
to being loved, nurtured, pampered, cared for, and being passionately made love
to. I adore being pleasured until my
eyes roll back in my head and the sheets are soaked with . . . all sorts of
stuff. I want to be licked and fingered
and fucked after hours and hours of foreplay.
I want to massage, caress, and stroke every inch of skin my lover has
and in turn have him do the same to me. I’m
not ashamed of my sexuality and I have no need for sex to be shameful, secret,
taboo, or degrading for it to be arousing to me. I am unapologetically in need of passion,
intense intimacy, and communication as the only essential elements that will
have me soaking wet and begging for more.
Play with my nipples for hours,
keeping me on edge until I’m begging for you to fuck me. I love
playing with toys mutually. I love
incorporating role-play and fantasies into sex.
I am aroused by exhibitionism with the person I love and I want to fuck
like an animal until we both explode in a heap of spent love and lust and
passion for one another. I want to cum
in my man’s mouth. I want to be
responsive to his needs and have him be responsive to mine as well as long as
it’s with the understanding that sex is not about power for me. I want to share all my dirty fantasies and
secrets with him. I want to be loved and
made love to. I want to be
respected. I want to be admired. I want to be cherished and desired and fucked
like a beast. Lick my nipples softly and
gently. Rub my clit on the right side
with my vibrator, listening to my moans grow louder and more intense until you
know how to make me cum as well as I do.
Tease my wet pussy with your tongue, fingers, and dick and you’ll be
rewarded with a mouthful of sweet, juicy creamy reward. And when I am begging and screaming for it,
when I have a crazed look in my eyes and I’m waking up the neighbors, FUCK ME. Fuck me hard and steady and relentlessly
until we cum in orgasmic fits of pleasure.
Scottie Lowe
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