why?
Why what?
Why, as a woman whose most intense, emotionally satisfying relationships are with other Women, do I still pursue sex with men?
Please, don't laugh at me, I mean this as a serious question! Our refusal to abandon sex with males creates pressure and even invites abuse from those in our circles who feel we "aren't ready to commit" to the "religion" of Lesbianism.
Please understand, I am speaking to specifically those Bi Women whose preferred emotional and physical intimacies are other Women, not those of you who "also have sex with other Women" or the growing group of "opportunistic lesbian/bisexual" Women, those who have sex with whomever they are in love with, no matter gender.
My new relationship with Mickey includes the occasional male. We both enjoy sex with men very much, and 3sums seen to satisfy that desire.
(yes, I still fuck men on my own, when not in a 3um)
So, one night during a little pillow talk, we asked one another that question.
Why?
(yes, I am aware that many of the issues I have raised here start as pillow talk. Lots of interesting ideas come up in these conversations)
She and I are very much alike, and yet still very different, a delicious combination. But one thing we share is the intensely erotic, passionate enjoyment of sex with men, making us both happy members of that interesting societal group, the female *bisexual*.
I have a lot of suspicions about the current "fad" of female bisexuality. For Mickey, myself, my darling Leigh, and many othersm it is a way of life, not a fad.
So, why? Why still have sex with men?
Is it that uniquely female sensation of vaginal penetration?
(Adressing the males here who enjoy receiving anal penetration; having done anal many times, I can say it is totally different sensation. Wonderful, yes, but very different)
I can become very aroused just by closing my eyes, imagining that familiar feel of a man entering me, that feeling of pressure that transforms to the sensation of being pierced, of a sexual stabbing... my vaginal walls giving way, moving apart, the feeling of being stretched...
*ahem*!!
Pardon me, I had to stop for a minute. In all seriousness, I became aroused just now, simply by writing this.
But the sensations imparted by a strap -on are almost the same. And for me, emotionally deeper and more involving. But I prefer the real thing, a warm penis, firm, but soft, a so sexually sublime contradiction that makes me shiver just thinking about holding one in my hand. As part of my D/s life, I have become a devotee of the pratice of "cock worship"
Damn!! I really need to concentrate here.
Is it muscles? I love the feeling of male firmness and tone of muscle. But Mickey is as well developed and toned (she is Physical Therapist and an amateur body builder for years) as many men, and while her strength and physique is a tremendous physical thrill for me...
CONCENTRATION WANDA!
Is it body hair? No. Aside from a past fantasy about having sex with a werewolf, body hair doesn't do much for me.
One thing Mickey and I agreed on was that the rhythm of fucking, the sensation of your entire body rocking back and forth as you are being fucked, feeling your boobs make their little (in my case) swinging, circular patterns as you slide back and forth... that is a HUGE plus for both of us.
It is different than the rhythm of fucking with a strap on. It's not a subtle difference either. I can best describe it as a sort of "lag" or hesitation. When she pulls her hips back there is a definite, small, but definite, pause before the toy moves. I wonder when some genius will figure out how to improve a strap on so that difference is gone?
But I hesitate reduce this intense, sometimes overwhelming erotic passion for men to "rocking".
Is this the reason so many of us are still bisexual?
Or.
Is it the combination of all of this? The combination of the warmth and unique soft/hardness of a real cock, the muscles, the rocking sensation, the fact that my earliest erotic fantasies were all about males?
*Wickd Wanda opens the floor to comments, thoughts, ideas, and sexual innuendo*
WW
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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
So where's MY parade?"
---Margaret Cho
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