Castration and Female Opinions...

[Cybergene2k]

Some women seem to "get-off" on the idea of castration of males, even including
penectomy. Oddly, some males get-off on the idea also... both straight and gay
men can have the fantasy or actually
want this. I have met both sexes, on the internet who have this fantasy.
Circumcision can be a less drastic form of this.

As a writer of erotic stories, I would like any females who are interested or
have personal experience with this rather far-out subject to please write.
All mail is kept in confidence and I
respect privacy at all times.

 

[Deborah]

Hey Cybergene2k, you did ask for female opinions. This rage over castration and penectomy is all about getting even instead of getting mad.

Just a few hundred years ago women were hunted down, strip-searched and tortured by witch hunters. This travesty caused women to fear our own sexuality. Only through the efforts of people like those who give us Literotica have we begun to regain our sexual identity.

Back then during the witch craze, the genital search was a necessary requirement during any witch trial. An enlarged clitoris, like what happens when you are really turned on, usually meant a death sentence, but not always. Sometimes the woman was shown mercy and her clitoris was amputated. Most of the torture and persecution of witches was prompted by the woeful ignorance of female anatomy on the part of men. Some things never change do they?

You get it, Cybergene2k? You and the boys better hold on to your dicks! Wacking off just might become whacking off.

 

[Cybergene2k]

Thank you Deborah for your straight forward and succinct reply to my posting!
Actually while I don't ever recall mutilating any clits or even wanting too, I understand your feeling for seeking
revenge.

It would be fascinating to read just what your creative mind could conceive of regards "whacking". You must have thought up myriad ways of taking revenge?

Repeat and finish this:
"Vengence is mine, saytheth...", LOL.

~Cybergene2k has spoken~

 

[Deborah]

"Vengence is mine, sayeth the Deborah."

According to the words spoken by the prophet Laurel, it is an elaborate dance, pitting one woman's strategy, skill and reflexes against those of a man -- the sizing up, testing the boundaries, trying different combinations until you get the one that works ...

There is only one way to do this right. Drive a man so crazy with wanton lust that he does it for himself. Of course, a man would have to be REAL NASTY to me to deserve such treatment (like saying my stories are BS).

Let him know what getting some would be like but NEVER let him have it. Do I have to paint you a picture? Wear a red dress. Strapless, low-cut, very short. A power dress, as in "I got the power, you can look but no no touch unless I say so."

Show a little tit and a lot of leg, right up (almost) to the forbidden fruit. He has seen almost all of you except for the parts he really wants bad. When you order a Bloody Mary, you tell the bartender to bring you the biggest stick of celery he can find. Oh, the tricks we can do with our lips. If things are not moving fast enough, try the "Oh shit, I forgot to wear panties!" scam. You pull the extra pair out of your purse, the ones you wore last night, and give him a whiff.

You tell him all about what you like to do to a man and what you like a man to do to you. You tell him one of your erotic stories from your past escapades. He says, "That just can't be true!" as drool runs down his chin, his eyes glaze over and you can't help but notice his pants stretch in all the right places.

And finally, when the dude becomes so frustrated with wacking and never getting next to the real stuff, he starts whacking. You know, the butcher knife and "Here doggie, doggie wanna bone?"

Of course, then the dude has SRS (Sexual Reassignment Surgery) with what little he has left and finds out for him(her?)self what we have to deal with. Men!

 

[Cybergene2k]

Rev Dev, can we play that spritzer game you invented... see what comes out of it?

I feel the spirit moving Reverend, deep within my soul... Salivate, er salvation me dear heart.

Can you get Angelique to come over and
growl at us also...?

When you are good, you are very good Deborah, but when bad you are even
better.

 

[Deborah]

Don't call me Reverend. That was in a prior life. Now I'm a hooker. What's the difference anyway?

Some say a pussy has nine lives so I got a few more to go. Next life I'll probably be a butcher. Chop, chop!

Since I backed myself into a corner on doing a boxing story (I promised the prophet Laurel and I always deliver what I promise), I guess I'll just have to do it. Just so nobody whines about the story being true, I'll actually have to experience my fantasy before I write it.

I think the title of the boxing story will be "The Hooker." The theme will be ... girl fights guy; girl wins. By technical knockout. The dude quits in the corner. He is too embarrassed to answer the bell for the last round because he has an incredible erection. Now, how he gets that way, that's the story!

Hey, Cybergene2k, are you ready to rumble?

 

[Cybergene2k]

Hey fallen angel Deborah... hit me with your best shot baby. You know I love it!
Don't pull any punches if I get too
cockey and below the belt is kosher.

Where is the rumble going down (in more ways than one... a double nintendo)?
How about the MGM Grand sweet cheeks?

Who is going to referee... Angelique?

Oh god, I feel a priapism coming on fast!

 

[Deborah]

Cybergene2k,

I assume you can pick me up at the airport? You are a lot closer than me. I will send you my itinerary.

I'll be wearing the red dress mentioned in a previous post. And singing ...

Buenas Noches From a Lonely Room (She Wore Red Dresses) by Dwight Yoakam

"She wore red dresses with her black shining hair."

"She had my baby and caused me to care." (forget this part, I take precautions)

"Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry."

"She wore red dresses and told such sweet lies."

OK, so I'm mostly blond as anybody would have guessed. I'll be wearing the black wig, same one I wore last nite at the ultimate Halloween bash. I did win best costume, BTW. Look for the Salma Hayek clone.

No, not the MGM Grand. I know an underground fight club where we can get it on. They are more, well, accomodating to strange enounters of the sexual kind.

 

[Cybergene2k]

Reply to Deborah:
I already am embarassed and have a whopper of a woody... fight or no fight.
Will you wear those fake fangs (they were fake?) along with the wig? Vampresses
stimulate me also.

I would use my cape and Nic of "Mean Gene"... "Mean Gene vs. The Black-haired Vampress".

Once caveat I bleed and cry easily, being essentially a lover not a fighter.
I might ask Tyson to be my surrogate.

Have you given up your web site then, and sold your soul the Devil?... bummer!

 

[Deborah]

Cybergene2k,

You are really starting to irritate me. My clit is itching.

See you in Vegas!

I suppose everyone will want to know what happens so I guess we ("we" if you are still breathing afterwards) will have to write a TRUE account of the event.

Incidentally, I was hoping Tyson might be your trainer since he probably won't be permitted to fight in Vegas anytime soon. Owing to his fondness for biting off other fighter's body parts, I hoped he might just bite off the first thing that pops up in our rumble.

 

[Cybergene2k]

Ok for you Deborah... Now you have got my dander up (along with other things).

I assure you my Dearest Deborah you will be the one lying on your back at the end crying "No mas!", a la Roberto Duran.

May the best person win!

Male chauvenist pigs uber alles!

 

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