I’ve come to wonder about women who wear strapon dildos and use them with their lovers. If you are such a woman, do write back. I’ll try to wade through the potential wash of lonely guys (like me?) who are posing as women online and see where things go.
Ahh, the power of the strap-on. I’ve craved its feel forever, but now I’m just confused. I don’t know what I want. Check that. I want a big fat cock or cockish substitute, and I want it in my ass, but I don’t want any of the gender baggage that comes with it. What I mean is, whether taken by a man or a woman, there’s no free ride. When it comes to men, well,–dicks turn me on, not guys’ bods. I’m just not attracted to men as people and would not be able to reciprocate with hugs, kisses or any of the other niceties of sexual exchange. With a woman, well, I’ve begun to wonder whether strapons in real life are mostly worn by sad-eyed women who are dealing with their own issues. I pray that's not the case, but I do wonder. I know, I know, you protest that I’m forgetting about all the beeyootiful gay women. Well, I’m sorry, but I suspect that surrogate cocks are far less prevalent in the lesbian world than most straights fantasize. My lesbian friends tell me that most lesbians are truly not attracted to men in any form, so aside from some hetero-imposed sterotypes, why should anyone expect that they're more into dildos? In the straight world, though, my experience suggests to me that most women aren’t going to be wired for that sort of fucking. I don’t mean to suggest that only fucked up women would want this. The two general issues for many people are a) the “icky poo-poo” factor and b) that deep-down concern that opening oneself to this “dirty act” means that one is not worthy of respect. See what I mean about issues and baggage? With those sorts of social stigmas to overcome, few people seem truly interested in stepping into the harness. Whenever I’ve read about women who strap it on, they’ve always passed themselves off as young, hip voyagers on the road of sexual discovery. Those women are beautiful in so many ways, but really, do they represent? Are they writing just to show the world that nothing fazes them? If so, go for it, sweet soul sister, but saying you’ve done it is a lot different than saying you love it. The saddest thing is, I suspect that with the right person, wearing a strapon is wonderfully empowering, and yet few are open to the possibility.
I’d really like to correspond with a woman who is into this activity. We’ll never meet in real life because I’m here and you’re there and that travel for sex thing is never the meet-n-eat that’s portrayed in Lit Fiction. So, if you’re real, please respond and share it all. I’d love to be wrong about all of this.
Ahh, the power of the strap-on. I’ve craved its feel forever, but now I’m just confused. I don’t know what I want. Check that. I want a big fat cock or cockish substitute, and I want it in my ass, but I don’t want any of the gender baggage that comes with it. What I mean is, whether taken by a man or a woman, there’s no free ride. When it comes to men, well,–dicks turn me on, not guys’ bods. I’m just not attracted to men as people and would not be able to reciprocate with hugs, kisses or any of the other niceties of sexual exchange. With a woman, well, I’ve begun to wonder whether strapons in real life are mostly worn by sad-eyed women who are dealing with their own issues. I pray that's not the case, but I do wonder. I know, I know, you protest that I’m forgetting about all the beeyootiful gay women. Well, I’m sorry, but I suspect that surrogate cocks are far less prevalent in the lesbian world than most straights fantasize. My lesbian friends tell me that most lesbians are truly not attracted to men in any form, so aside from some hetero-imposed sterotypes, why should anyone expect that they're more into dildos? In the straight world, though, my experience suggests to me that most women aren’t going to be wired for that sort of fucking. I don’t mean to suggest that only fucked up women would want this. The two general issues for many people are a) the “icky poo-poo” factor and b) that deep-down concern that opening oneself to this “dirty act” means that one is not worthy of respect. See what I mean about issues and baggage? With those sorts of social stigmas to overcome, few people seem truly interested in stepping into the harness. Whenever I’ve read about women who strap it on, they’ve always passed themselves off as young, hip voyagers on the road of sexual discovery. Those women are beautiful in so many ways, but really, do they represent? Are they writing just to show the world that nothing fazes them? If so, go for it, sweet soul sister, but saying you’ve done it is a lot different than saying you love it. The saddest thing is, I suspect that with the right person, wearing a strapon is wonderfully empowering, and yet few are open to the possibility.
I’d really like to correspond with a woman who is into this activity. We’ll never meet in real life because I’m here and you’re there and that travel for sex thing is never the meet-n-eat that’s portrayed in Lit Fiction. So, if you’re real, please respond and share it all. I’d love to be wrong about all of this.
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