1 comments/ 14523 views/ 0 favorites What Women Want By: Hypnotic_22 Ever heard about the show "What women want"? Ever watched it? Well you know how they say all guys think about sex all the time. I found out that's not true especially in my case; because I think of food and sex all the time, mostly sex though. Today I will be taking you on a journey to show you what women really want, since all in all we can't understand them and it would definitely be a waste to try to, and I'll give you the 411. Hi, I am a 26 year old Caucasian male, 5 ft 11", blonde hair, blue eyes and toned but you can call me Justin. I work at a law firm and my boss just happens to be a West Indian female, small waist, big booty and reasonably shaped breasts in short her name is Lashauna and she's a feisty one. It seems she has a knack for taking her Anger out on me, reason being all my other co-workers/her employees were females. She'd bash me every day for their slip ups. I didn't know what crawled up her skirt but I sure as hell wish it would find somewhere else to live. And if things weren't bad enough at work, I had to come home to a heated girlfriend- complaining about the bills, no food in the house and other shit I just didn't want to hear considering she doesn't work and can't cook. Taking a break from all the female drama I just had to go to sleep after I took a long shower of course. As I turned on the shower I thought to myself "I need better taste in women" but I needed so much more than a good fuck. Just as how good men are hard to find I think it's the same way with women- they were either, too smart, too dumb, too ditsy, too conceited, too clingy or just plain weird. As I soaked my head under the running water I thought it would be so much easier if they would just tell me what they want or better yet if I knew exactly what they wanted. After my shower before ling in my bed I sighed "I wish I knew what they were thinking." I awoke early the next morning to hear 'All he does is sleep, he never fucks me'. Turning around I noticed there was no one there, as I walked out on the front porch I saw my girlfriend and her 'girlfriend' making out. I thought wow she's cheating on me but on the other hand I thought 'this would make a good threesome'. I slept naked so walking out onto the porch where my girl and her girlfriend were swapping spit, I walked up to them, thrusting my erection- interrupting their kiss. Breaking from the kiss, they looked at me, then at the erection then back at themselves before I saw her girlfriend Amber who happened to be Hispanic take my cock in her hands. Shocked I looked at my girlfriend Lana who took my dick in her mouth as Amber held it. Staring down at them, both sucking my dick now I felt like a king; standing on my front porch overlooking the city, I felt like a porn star and I didn't care who was watching after all it was the 23rd floor. Lana had now stopped, leaving Amber too suck on me. I looked down at her while she did this- as she fondled my ball sack, I saw here swirl her tongue around my head before pushing the whole thing in her mouth. She didn't gag as I thought she would, making moaning sounds as she sucked hard on me, her head bobbing up and down. Not noticing Lana for a while, I looked up to see her now naked in front of me; taking my face in her hands she pulled me forward for a kiss, as she stood on the chair to suck my tongue out her friend knelt on the ground before me praising my cock with her lips. "Yeah bitch," I began "suck that lolli," as I held Amber's head and thrust my cock further into her mouth and down her throat. I could feel her saliva accumulating on my dick as I didn't allow her time for a break. It felt so warm and wet like a pussy- the more I thought about it, the harder and more excited I got. I wasn't determined to cum yet, so releasing Amber from her busy schedule I pulled her up to kiss her and Amber at the same time. It was lovely, I could taste myself on her as all three of our tongues mingled and mixed, like those seen on 'Girls Gone Wild'. Looking at the lawn chair, I went over and lay down on it; and by instruction of my index finger Lana mounted my dick and Amber my face. Straddling Lana by the hips I held her as she began to bounce up and down on my cock and yelling out my name. I almost told her to mind the neighbors but I wouldn't mind if they joined too so we could have an orgy. Amber hadn't taken off her clothes-just her panties, as he sat on my face I noticed she was hairless unlike Lana who had a thin rectangle of curls on her front. Removing my hands from Lana for a bit as she definitely didn't need my help, I parted the lips of Amber's now dripping wet cunt. As I licked the outer lips of her vagina, through the corner of my eye I saw her grab her breasts and squeeze hard. Paying attention to what I was doing now I began to suck on her lips and lick her clitoris which was the biggest clit I'd ever seen by the way. "Ahhhhh" she moaned "suck me, suck me," her voice echoed as she fondled her nipples. Wetting her fingers with her saliva she rubbed the little buds furiously on her breasts once more. Breaking from her sweet pussy I could feel Lana thrusting herself upon me harder than she was before. Probably jealous from all the attention Amber was getting, I grabbed her by the butt cheek and in rather swift motions pounded her harder on my cock. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as she wet her fingers to massage her clitoris; grabbing her hair with her other hand, she tugged hard on it as if the sex was driving her crazy. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she screamed as she ended her bouncing. Getting off my cock- still rock hard by the way she began to suck on it as I now fingered Amber above me. Inserting my Index and middle finger into her I massaged her clitoris with my thumb. I could hear her stifling a moan and so increased the rate at which my fingers entered her pussy. She was oozing cum down her lips and onto her thighs, I just couldn't help licking it up. Flicking my tongue over her clitoris, I pounded her pussy with my fingers. "Ahhhhh," she moaned as she tried to push my head away from her. 'Resistance is futile' I thought as I didn't let up; meanwhile Lana was doing some rapid strokes on my dick. As she used one hand to massage my balls, she used the other to stroke me as she sucked on my head with her mouth. The faster she jerked me off, the more I could feel the cum building up inside my cock; as I tried not to think about it, I focused on Amber who was on the verge of her own climax. It was beautiful as I saw her throw her head back, her thighs tightened around my face as she riveted in her climax. Coming off my face, she went to Amber's side to help suck me off. As they both simultaneously sucked on my cock I felt a chill run up my spine before I sprayed my thick and creamy shots all over their faces. Surprisingly they both licked it all up like a candy becoming extinct. Glancing at my watch I noticed I was late for work- an hour late to be exact. "Shit she's going to kill me," I hissed as I got up from the balcony. Kissing both Lana and her friend on the lips I bid them goodbye, smiling as I tasted myself on them. Stepping into the shower for a sudden wash off, I stepped into my clothes wet as I didn't want to go to work smelling like pussy and cock- sex in short. It took me another half hour because of traffic to get there which I'm sure made Lashauna all the more pissed. As I got to the firm I couldn't wait on the elevator so I rushed up the stairs to the 5th floor, soaked myself additionally in sweat as I did so. As I got to the floor before even walking in properly the receptionist said to me "Ms. Lashauna would like to see you before you do anything else," she ended bluntly; I could see her boyfriend wasn't giving her 'any' from her tone. Looking at her she screamed fuck me you jerk. Ignoring her comment, I went to my desk where I saw the girls in the office gossiping to each other. "He's going to get fired," "Nah, he'll just get suspended," "I wonder if she'll demote him," "He's kind of cute," "I wonder if he's single," "He must be smart to get this job," "Or probably slept with someone," They blabbed on and on, obvious gossip; some of it swelled my head as well as other places but others just led me to really wonder. I walked down the lonely dock of shame as I'd like to call it; I saw and heard all the females chatting to each other as their eyes locked on me. Sighing I reached the end of that lone carpeted road. Knocking on the door I heard no response so I went in. Her high chair was turned so that I saw the back of it. "Have a seat Justin," she said in a low husky voice. It scared me as much as it turned me on. Her chair creaked as she got up; I heard the clunk clunk of her footsteps in heels as she made her way toward me. I stared at her. She was tall- on my height with heels on; her hair was long as it ran down the nape of her neck, her skin chocolaty smooth and her eyes green- contacts, but they looked nice all the same. She looked like an Amazon princess with a sharp razor tongue. Facing me she lifted her heel and punctured the soft cushion of the chair between my legs. I held my breath. "Are you trying to damage me lady!" I shrieked terrified she might jam into my balls with her pointed stilettos. Smiling she showed off her pearly white teeth and long canines. I thought for a moment that I was dinner and she was going to suck my blood. Grabbing my collar she pulled me as close to her lips as possible as she whispered the words "Do you like getting me heated and aggravated Justin?" after hearing those words I could see they were lust filled as much as she didn't want to admit it. I didn't know what she was up to but when it came to sex, I spoke that language. "Do u like me getting you heated and aggravated Lashauna?" I asked back putting her on the spot. She let go of my collar. Sitting on her desk which wasn't that high by the way, she folded her arms and crossed her legs in such a way that I saw her pink thong; she chuckled as she licked the lip gloss of her top lip. Noticing she wasn't going to answer me, I got up and making my way to her put my hands on either side of her body on the table. Looking into her eyes I said "I got your answer from your response," she smiled as she said "But I didn't respond Justin," I got hard the way she said my name "Oh but you did Lashauna," I rolled my tongue like the Spanish did and I could see it sent shivers down her spine. Cutting the crap I leaned in to kiss her; she didn't refuse, taking the bait I reached my hands up her skirt to pull off her panties. Breaking from the kiss she looked at me; I returned her stare as I threw her underwear to the far end of the room. She looked in the direction it fell. Grabbing her by her collar, I see the tables had turned; I pulled the whole front row of her buttons loose exposing her Victoria Secret matching pink bra. It was a push up but it wasn't necessary as her breasts overflowed her bra. Without hesitation I pulled her bra down and began licking her nipples; instead of pushing me off- refusing me she embraced me, pulling my head onto her hard and perking nipples. She threw her head back and in the same instance unfolded her legs, spreading them. I took the hint as I ran my hand up her thigh and between her legs; I cupped her pussy and grabbed on. I never saw or felt a cunt that was so fat I could grab it, I relished in the pleasure I felt just from holding her. Removing my lips from her gorgeous breasts I delved to see how she felt inside. Warm, wet, tight and throbbing- I could feel the blood pumping into her fat pussy. "Don't move so slow," she grabbed my hand and thrust my fingers inside her. It felt so awesome I couldn't wait to get something else in if you get my drift. She was on a role, as I fingered her she unbuckled my pants. She was so starved she didn't even want foreplay, I hadn't even stepped out of my pants before she stroked my already hard dick a couple of times and shoved it into her warm cunt after removing my fingers. Apparently she wanted to be in control as she released herself from me and pushed me to the ground, using my hands to cup her breasts she mounted me like a horse to ride. I had to say twice in one day was rather nice as she bounced up and down on my cock. "Mmmmmm," she moaned "it's been so long," she bent to kiss me without our lips touching, sticking out her tongue she probed me to do the same and we began to knock our tongues together. I admit it's something I had never tried but it felt so naughty I couldn't help. I went along as I squeezed her gorgeously huge tits in my hands; I didn't have to do much work as she strangely pounded my cock into her pussy. I wanted to ask her how long it's been but I figured not to because as a result I was getting one hell of a ride. Every time she bounced onto my cock I could feel her ass slapping against my thighs and it felt so good I just wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind. "I don't want to cum yet, it's been too long," she said; taking the hint I thought it was time to change positions. I got her up against the glass mirror in her office facing the town, she faced it with both her palms laying flat against it and her nipples pressed up against the glass. Although it was the fifth floor it was pretty high and we could see people and cars distinctly but she didn't object as I pressed myself into her from behind. "Ahhhhh," she moaned as her legs were closed and it felt bigger as I went inside her; as I began to pummel my cock into her cunt I could hear the glass squeak as her bare breasts rubbed against the now smeared surface. Her ass also as it rubbed against my thighs felt awesome as it tickled, I couldn't help but use my hands to part her butt cheeks squeezing them as I delved deeper into her warm abyss. "Harder, harder," she began to pant as she was now sweating. Not failing to please I pummeled into her harder but I couldn't go deeper in this position so changing positions she got on all fours on top of the table, mounting the table also I entered her. Without hesitation I went in deep and hard "Oh yes," she smiled "that's it." I smiled as I knew she enjoyed this. I now began to sweat as I grunted hammering into her pussy. Reaching down her stomach she began to fondle her clitoris, stroking it, building up her excitement to cum. As she did this I was building up my excitement also. My movement became more rapid as I became more and more anxious for her to reach climax. "Ahhhhh," I yelled as I spilled my long stream of sperm into her pussy but I didn't stop as I didn't want to leave her hanging after all I'm sure it's been long. I thrust into her after coming, so much so that it began to slush out every time I went in. I could now see her massaging her clit furiously and I couldn't help but want to help. Removing her hands I stroked her clit for her as she rammed herself onto me. "Ahhhh," she moaned "Ahhhhh!" she screamed now and I felt my dick being doused with fluids, pulling out I noticed she was squirting. It was very rare for me to find girls that squirt; amazed at the lovely sight- she began to squeeze her nipples hard and suck on her fingers, still in a crouched position, I saw her moaning and screaming aloud, as she spewed her cum all over the table. After she was done she came over and began to suck on my cock, instantly getting hard again. "Mmmmmm Justin that was lovely" she said with my cock in her mouth- muffling her words. "Mmmmmmhmmmmm," I smiled holding her hair as she sucked on me. Releasing me from her mouth she said "Can we try another position now?" I smiled thinking to myself -- I may not know what women want but I sure know what they needed... a good fuck every now and again. "Which position would you like?" I asked as I pushed her head down on my cock once again. The End What Women Want In my experience, the kind of guy who writes an essay entitled "What Women Want" has been to bed with lots of women -- maybe a hundred or more. I haven't. I've petted and played with a few in high school and college, but I've actually fucked exactly three; the number between 2 and 4, and I was married to two of those. How presumptuous of me to write this essay when I have so little experience. It's not necessarily my experience I base this on, but the experience of the women I've known. My ex-wife screwed around on me. (Hence, the term "ex-wife") Before I acknowledged this and did something about it, she began to tell me what a great lover I was. She told me I had a gorgeous dick, but she was a nurse and got to see some dicks. She had an orgasm every time we screwed and sometimes two. I appreciated the complements, but since we were both virgins when we met, I wondered how she was able to make the comparison. I mentioned she was a nurse so she felt the need to fuck a couple of doctors (at least two, maybe more) and I was better than they were -- not much surprise there. I find most doctors to be personality and socially challenged. I'm big on loyalty, so when she betrayed me, I split. In the process, I took up with a woman who had some real experience. I was number 25 or 26 or 27(she couldn't remember) and she was 10 years younger. She had fucked her two husbands, a guy in a wife swap, a guy she went to the Caribbean with and knew for a total of a week, a guy she worked with who slept on her couch and smoked pot every night, a guy she worked with who was married, a telephone repairman who was married and whose wife left him because of the affair, her brother, her ex husband after he remarried, and several others. This girl liked to fuck and didn't spend many nights alone. As with the ex, she told me time and again, that I was the best. You are likely thinking, "so?" Of course she told you that, she told everyone that. Maybe she did tell all the guys, but she told her girlfriends, several of whom were also into recreational sex. This lead to some problems because a couple of them made moves on me and it got pretty tense at times. Finally, I married wife number 2 and for her I was number 7 in terms of actually fucking and number 9 in terms of blowjobs. She's still with me and tells me I have the best looking dick she has ever seen and that I am the best lover she has ever had, by far. Since we are both in our 60's and have been married for over 20 years, I tend to believe she's telling me the truth. Therefore, what do women want? Well, women like to fuck. It's in their DNA. How will humans procreate the race if men and women don't fuck each other? It's simple science. Accepting that women like to fuck, it's important to make the experience one they enjoy because, and here is a key point, the more they enjoy the experience, the better you will enjoy it. If you want to get a really good piece of pussy -- make sure she has a good time. Let me explain a little further. Women like to fuck; they do not like to be fucked with. Treat them with respect and affection and it will be returned. One way to let them know how important they are is to show them your hard-on. When I'm ready to screw, I let my wife know I'm erect. I may just put her hand the front of my jeans so she can feel it, or walk around in my bikini underwear with my dick straining to get out, or just walk up on her naked and say, "Look what you're doing to me." She (and most women) get hot when they know they have to power to get your blood from your brain to your dick. Keep your dick looking nice. I shave mine -- the shaft, my balls, and an area of pubic hair around my dick. When she gives you a blowjob, she wants your dick her mouth -- not a bunch of hair. Find out what she wants out of sex. It may be different every time. Sometimes women just want to cuddle. You can fuck them and you can cum, but they just want to be held. If that's the case, go along with it. Don't insist they have an orgasm. Maybe, on a different occasion, she wants it a little rough. Possibly she wants to be spanked and fucked hard. No matter how tired you are, oblige. There are a number of toys out there that do a great job of bringing a woman to an orgasm. For example, the popular "rabbit" has a short dick that rotates in her pussy while a vibrator stimulates her clit at a range of speeds. She will explode with this thing. If that's what she wants, do it. The machine will enhance her experience and she will be so turned on, you will have your brains fucked out. If she wants you to eat her pussy or pinch her nipples or suck her toes -- do it. You'll enjoy it and she will make sure you have a good time. I've covered her pussy with chocolate syrup and eaten it; I've put a plastic sheet on the bed and greased us both down with warm baby oil and we slid all over each other as we fucked. If she's into games or a little light bondage, go with it. Don't be impatient. Let her get hot they way she wants to. If she wants you to watch her masturbate, watch. I've blind folded her and tied her hands to the bed. Then I nibble on her tits, kiss her stomach and lick her pussy while I also give her drinks of champagne. Then I stick my dick in the champagne and she licks it off -- still blindfolded and bound. When we finally fucked, she had an orgasm that shook the house. Many women I have not fucked but have talked with about sex like to show off. I believe (and I could be wrong) that a large percentage of women are at least closet exhibitionists. If yours likes to show off, don't get jealous -- get hard. It can be a real turn on to have other people notice the one you're going to take home and fuck. If that's what she wants, let her have her fun. Maybe she wants to do it outdoors with a chance of getting caught. And what if you are caught? Big deal. Most people will love it and go home and fuck like bunnies themselves. Let her pick the porn. If she wants to watch or read a little something to get going, let her decide. What guys like may not be what she likes. Remember your goal -- to get her so hot and so wet all she can think about is fucking you so let her decide how she gets there. Lot's of women like to give blowjobs. They like the oral gratification and the idea that they control when you cum. If your partner swallows your cum and then wants to kiss you -- do it. She just took your dick in her mouth and then let you cum all over her mouth, tongue, and throat -- and you won't kiss her? It's just cum. If it doesn't hurt her, it won't hurt you and she will remember you were willing to kiss her with your cum in her mouth -- it is some kind of a turn on. To reiterate, women like to fuck but don't like to be fucked with. Treat her with respect and affection, let her have what she wants in bed and you will have pussy for life. What Women Want From Men Having seen the recent (and EVERY) Mel Gibson movie, about what a woman wants, I’m no closer to knowing what women really want than he was and I am one. I, however, will admit, that what I want varies some, and I wouldn’t mind sharing it if I could figure it out. And I think perhaps the reason we’re so hard to understand is we even hide knowing what we want from ourselves. We call that changing our minds, it’s just semantics though, for I forget or, I’m not sure I know, or what I want today may, in fact, be different tomorrow. I think its sort of one of those, if NO one knows the secret, it can’t get out things, so we don’t even tell ourselves. You know it’s kind of a good thing we’re cute at times, isn’t it? Searching through the twisted halls of the Inner Sanctums of Feminine Logic, even when one speaks the language, isn’t easy. We want LOTS of things, and we keep losing the dang list! We want to be blonde, no brunette, no maybe a redhead or wait can you just put some highlights in for me? We want to be smarter, no dumber, well, maybe only sort of smart. We want to be taller, or shorter, or maybe, more medium and we ALL want our butts to look smaller, except the one woman who reads this and says, I don’t! Not me, my butt is fine the way it is, she’s wrong! So okay then, the rest of us want our butts to look smaller and you just don’t care what yours looks like! And I think the key to it is, as long as we can get out of any conversation with anyone, by saying, you’re wrong, we’re almost happy. And that seems to be a pretty consistent trait with women, we like to be right. We can be argumentative, we can be deliberately confusing, but we do confusing almost by confusing ourselves, and then try to explain it from the standpoint of reason, like we’re serious, and sometimes we are the only ones we really convince we are serious, let alone making sense. That also confuses us into believing we aren’t confused, and further confuses whom ever we are out to confuse, did I make that clear enough? It’s a case of. insert part ‘a’ into slot ‘b’, only remark it slot ‘a’ so there are now two slot ‘a’s and then put part ‘c’ into any slot it will fit in and call a plumber. Got it? Every husband and male in a relationship just agreed, didn’t ya guys? It’s not you ‘got it’, it’s you won’t even try to go there, and we sort of know that…see you guys are kind of predictable that way. That would be score… home team two, visitors zip. And we don’t need mirrors to do it either, we come by it naturally. And the reason they don’t let women play football is, we’d get out there and change the rules, we would! It’s a dumb game anyway, so it needs remodeling, so maybe a pale lavender for the other guys pants, and a sprig of lily of the valley for the brunettes and? See? It’s sort of instinct with us females to change things. And without us, you men would all live in bachelor hell. Consider that. For every good thing there is a counter part in an alternate universe. And sour cream may even go “good” when it’s left out all night in some of them. Ah, and the world then had this sexual revolution and now we don’t have to cook as often, and then they have women’s rights so we get paid more, and then there’s chivalry although slowly it is becoming out of style, so we still get our seats on the bus from some of you, life should be good for us ladies about now, but I think the truth is we’re at least as confused by all of this stuff as men are. And I’m not sure we’re always happy with how the world is. And in that may be a key to what makes us tick I think… Once upon a time, men did battle, they slew dragons, they wore shining armor and rode great white horses. They dashed, and we called them dashing, and women swooned and you guys caught us before we tumbled to the ground, if there was a puddle in life’s sidewalk a man threw his coat over it, which still makes no sense to me, now my feet get wet, his coat is dripping and we’re supposed to find that helpful and courteous? Sounds like some dry cleaning company put that idea together if you ask me! But you were our heroes, you solved the world’s problems, you provided comfort and gentility, you took us dancing, you fought for our honor and our hand, and you took care of us, and all we had to do was wear dresses and look cute. Or so the stories say? There were bad guys and good guys, and they wore the appropriate colored hats, so we could tell who was who, the music played to signal danger or dastardly deeds about to unfold, we had little princess phones that lit up and we all dreamed of some guy showing up with a glass slipper and it only fit us. And away we all flew in the arms of a dark stranger with deep mysterious eyes and a smile that promised delights we had never considered. We twirled in our dreams, we pranced, we wore silk and satin and lace. We were Joan of Arc at times, yielding the sword of the righteous, we were Jackie O foxhunting in a her pill box hat, we were Tinkerbell flitting to and fro to warn Peter of danger, and we had a fairy godmother to rescue us from a cruel life of drudgery and we ended up comparing Maytag and Frigidaire and trying to budget enough for pizza on Fridays.. I seriously suspect I’m not the only one wondering what the hell went wrong. I keep waiting for the old broad with the magic wand to show up to clean house for me, sigh. So when it comes down to what we want, well we’d like life to be simple again I think, or more glamorous, or less exhausting or more exciting, we wish some of the fairy tales were true, we want illusions sometimes and delusions of grandeur, even if they only last until the kids wake up, and I almost doubt I’ll get a lot of argument on that, other than that one girl who still is cranky about the comment about her butt size, we women also bear grudges you see, we’re like elephants, we don’t forget! We want flowers in the spring, and maybe on special occasions, we want thoughtfulness, which is maybe the biggest key to it all, we want to know we’re in your thoughts, and whether its flowers or candy or just a cute note, that’s what we’re after, constant reassurance you love us, and we’re you’re little princess, even if we aren’t so little or anyone else’s. We like to think you think about us, and we think about you? It’s a girl thing to think about you boys, and it amazes us you men don’t seem to ever think about us like we do, because you guys don’t talk, probably cause I used up more than my share of words, but? The point is we do…we just gush out our feelings, we say, we whine, we carry on, we vent, we wheedle, we rage and we storm, and sometimes we just chat for fun too! that you think about us enough to see through all the mystique and confusion, we want to be your puzzles. We want you to solve us, put us together. We want to be understood, is part of it, and that may to some extent be, because we can’t figure ourselves out either! So we’re hoping you can, cause you did put that silly “requires some assembly” thing together, and I think, most of us require some assembly. Or if we don’t, we will! We like it when you assemble us, but? Careful now, don’t tell us we need to be different then we are or we’ll assume you don’t love us. We’re fragile, we’re tough, we’re evilly wonderful for moments and sometimes we’re just boring as hell. We like attention, we like to be the focus of yours, and to us, it equivalates carrying, we want to be cared for, and not just tangibly. We want to come home to candles and wine, we want to have our backs rubbed at times and asked how our day was, and maybe even listened to intently! Not this mumbled, unhuh, or that frozen deer caught in the headlights look you men get when you’re sure any answer will invoke a fight. The reaction to does my butt look big in these pants, and the correct answer IS! Honey, you’re butt, no matter how it changes over the years makes me just grin, you know I love your butt, and I will always love your butt, and yes I like how you look in those pants…or if the pants look terrible, say, and yes, those pants aren’t your most flattering…I like the GREEN ones better, that’s all it takes…women are like guns? If you aim us we’re fine, but don’t just pull the trigger and don’t look where we’re pointed or we could hurt some one, and it may end up being YOU! There are studies, and I’ve read a few, and I’ll probably misquote them some in this,but in one, I read that women use some 20,000 more words daily on average then men do, which just boggled me as I started to count the words I used, going I don’t use 20,000 words a day do I? Let alone 20,000 MORE words, good heavens! And most of the men who know me are hiding the laughter behind their hands, thinking oh she uses more than her share, oh boy does she! And in that same article it said, men’s thumbs were twenty times as strong as a woman’s from generations of pulling triggers and bows and arrows and things, and that I’ll buy into, and now I know why you get the jars open, when I can’t, it’s heredity! And ya know, I think it wasn’t just triggers you strengthened those thumbs on guys… Now in all that somewhere are some statements about evolution and our less civilized backgrounds that sociologists could probably explain at length in great detail. The hunter and the gatherer thing, being part of that, where men evolved as a hunting creature, who had to forget and move on if he missed the mastodon, or it was not an option to call for pizza, so he must move forward, he couldn’t dwell on things or seek solace for a bad day, and he couldn’t be chatting or the mastodon’s would here him sneaking up on them and if he didn’t get meat? the woman was gonna leave him for a guy who could hunt, and women had to stay by the cave and protect the young, and remember where that patch of blackberries was each year so they could go gather them, and worried about predators attacking, and what time Martha Stewart came on, and whether to do the cave in a faux wash of mint greens to match the moss or to leave it sort of natural and just accent it, so the learning skills and thinking processes evolved differently for each gender is I think what happened. And then civilization added it’s madness to it all with clothes and morality and rules and neighbors, and then churches got in on it with the thou shalts and thou shalt not’s…and about them they came up with this good girls do, and nice girls don’t, or do I have that backwards, and so every little princess out there isn’t really sure what it’s about. And without meaning to sound sacri-religious, even Mary didn’t have sex? So in all that is how we came about, the modern day woman, we need to be androgenous at work, we need to think like men, we need to grow the bacon, catch it, butcher it, cure it, slice it, and cook it, and about then any one who expects it served too, is gonna get hurt! We need to be mothers and self reliant, smart and less concerned with being female, we get bombarded with marketing showing us as intelligent and capable, and I think what we are losing touch with is OUR feminine side. It’s not men who need to get in touch with theirs, it’s women who need to refind theirs. Things like pleasures and relaxing and enjoyment of sensuality and feminity don’t fit well with being super Mom and upper management execs. So what we want from men, hasn’t really changed that much, we just almost forget what we want, and in that, maybe what we need is to be reminded we are women, and ladies, and lovers and friends and sexual creatures. Once upon a time, men so feared women’s sexuality, and that it would lead to promiscuity and disloyalty that they, you guys, took it away from women. You did, you taught us not to want it, that it was bad to want it, and that only THOSE kind of women did want it, and it’s message comes through early and consistently. Ladies sit like this, ladies don’t swear, ladies do this…and blondes have more fun! So we want masculine men, period, we all do, we love your maleness, it appeals to our femaleness on a primal level. But with that, we have to have the time and the inclination to shift from our daily living as mothers and car pool drivers and business people, and for that we need romance or gentleness. We need to be understood, that actually we do love being sexual, we just can’t remember that at times. So we need to be reminded gently. We need to be believed in, we desperately need to be loved, and held and stroked and petted. Just like men do. We need to be included in your lives, as something important. We need to matter more than going fishing on Saturdays or to the gym or even to work. We need to be able to talk to you, to tell you things without being afraid you’ll be hurt or won’t listen too. Things like our fantasies and our hopes and dreams, even our feelings. It’s not that hard to do even, dedicate a song to us on a radio station, agree to listen to the same radio station together at certain times of the day. Bring a flower home for no specific reason, even pick one and bring it in, small things touch us, things that say I think about you, or even I had this spontaneous thought of you, and you matter. Send a post card on a business trip from the airport, that says If something should ever happen to me, I want you to know how much I love you. Things like that, are what we want and need. Do the dishes once, and say, Let me, your tired. Arrange to send the kids away one evening and surprise me with a dinner out, or a dinner in, or just pizza and you! Take time to reach our feminine side, and make us want to reach out to you, is about all it takes. Sexual technique is great it is, and women do take more to warm up then men do. Men externalize sex and internalize feelings, and women internalize sex and externalize feelings, so when you guys don’t talk and don’t say and don’t argue, we take it to be indifference and lack of caring. Because to us, we’d say something! But in seventh grade, I looked up, intercourse in the dictionary, in that curious stage of what is this stuff, ooh, and was terribly disappointed to learn the definition was a conversation, well, in someways, that is about all one really needs to know about sex. It is communication, physical, emotional, intellectual, primal and basic, communication between people who so love and so care for each other that they need to unite as one. And if you keep that in mind, the rest is pretty easy. Without communication, physical, verbal, or written, we are separate entities. And it has to start somewhere, before it can reach all. Most women’s fantasies do revolve around being ravished and taken, swept off their feet, made to be sexually uninhibited, and they are away to get past those societal bonds we’ve all had placed on us, and they feel very very wrong to have. But they’re real. They are. And they are a way to deal with things like inhibitions. But to get to those, we have to trust you really do want to know, it’s not going to be misunderstood, or lead to places we really don’t want to go, and that you actually love us for being sexual. That good girl thing again. We have been taught, good girls get, and bad girls oooh, get left behind. We’ve learned about each other on TV, and movies, and through marketing hype? Through articles written by people who don’t know and don’t even like, the other sex, and through negativity. We’ve learned sexuality is overrated and unnecessary and can be evil, that men are bad, men need to be tamed and civilized, men are too primnal, they’re tough and mean, and you men aren’t! And we women aren’t all witches either…and I guess what we all need is a little private time, to explore each other, be attentive, listen with our hearts and eyes, and hear with our souls. Take the time to enjoy our trip together, and each other, and the differences, and when an orgasm is the only goal, well, we miss a lot of the joy of the trip, and we often don’t get where we want to go that way. What we want is to be part of you and your lives. We want appreciation shown and verbalized, we want regular reminders that you care, and we want to know that to you, sex is about showing feelings, and the rest should pretty much fall into place. Or it did at my house. Hope this helps!