As Opposed To Loving MenI do love men but I also love women. Those two things are so very different to me. Almost in opposition to one another, as in how can I do both?
A bisexual woman understands better than anyone, I think, the sharp contrast between sex with a man and sex with a woman. Utterly strangely unlike each other in almost every way. At least to me.
Men are so very agressive, driven by such urgent hungers, with that primal need to dominate, to possess, to control, so barbaric and savage, venting their powerful lust upon a woman, ravaging her, demanding her submission, forcing her to surrender to their seduction. Without surrender, there can be no seduction with a man. He must flood you with his potent seed, render you his eager *** ****, possess you, fill you, own you. Mmmmmmmm, oh I do so love it.
But a woman, is something else entirely. Much more about how bodies in space are drawn together, than about domination. Much more like flowers with their petals brushing against one another as they sway in the wind. So sensual. So tenderly mutual. So gentle and with such a different pace. It is amazing how two such different paths can lead that same orgasmic delight. Equally pleasureable, equally powerful, and yet so foreign to one another. Oh my, how I love being with a woman.