I’ve always been fascinated by sex. Even when I was y0unger..

I’ve always been fascinated by sex. Even when I was y0unger, it was something that always interested me. And not just the sexual act itself (which I never shied away from), but the whole idea of it. “Why???,” I remember constantly thinking to myself. For instance, when it comes to procreation and survival, only the male orgasm is absolutely essential to conception. In fact, some women literally give b!rth to boatloads of chiIdren without ever experiencing a single climax of their own. Which, to my way of thinking, makes sexual intercourse unbelievably weighted toward male pleasure. Take this little fact for instance. During the desire and arousal phases of the female sexual response cycIe, both the inner and outer labia, as well as the walls of the vagina, swell considerably. This swelling creates two important conditions essential to male pleasure - the reduction in the size of the opening of the vagina by almost 66%, and lubrication. The two occurring in tandem is a critical element to sexual success, because the vaginal swelling creates an almost exponentially tighter fit for the male – especially the larger ones 😊 – which means that providing him with a lubricant to ease his penetration into your smaller opening is essential in getting the tip of his penis to where it needs to be to ensure the greatest reproductive success. The lubrication also ensures a nice consistent sensation for the male in both the penetration and withdrawal sequences, which is what will ultimately cause the loss of control over his own ejaculation. The takeaway message here is that being super tight and wet for our men is what has gotten humanity all the way to where it is today. In fact, the vagina is so well designed to elicit male ejaculation that it can often bring a man to cIimax well before even he wanted to get there lol. That, quite frankly, is power in the strictest sense. But oftentimes, the female’s mind and her vagina are not linked with one another in complete synchronicity. And nothing brings home this fundamental incongruity quite like feeling your pussy swell and lubricate for a man you pretty much despise. That happened to me again this past Saturday. My husband’s boss, Raef, and I have always had something of a complicated relationship. In the past, he’s been something of a bully to my husband. And his supreme confidence in himself, which he exhibited the very first time that he got his hand inside my panties two and half or so years ago, has been known to make my bIood boil. I’ll never forget the smirk on the asshole’s face when he felt me wet for him on that very fateful night in an upstairs bathroom at an otherwise boring party. I honestly think I wanted him dead… just not until I had the opportunity to suck his dick. What’s even more interesting to me is that (if I’m being completely honest) I’m generally only attracted to Raef when I’m in heat. During the other times of my cycIe I’m perfectly content to share a bed with Scott. But b0y, was I ever in heat on Saturday. When Raef bent me over with my husband watching and pulled my panties down over my ass just far enough to expose what he wanted, I literally almost climaxed myself. The control and dominance that he asserts when he’s taking what he wants is borderline int0xicating. And when he told my husband how unbelievably wet and tight I was for him (with a laugh no less), it was instantly another bIood boiling moment for me. But at the same exact time I was also completely powerless to keep my tight, wet vagina from pleasuring him. Fulfilling that asshole/stud’s aching need was exactly what I needed on Saturday night to fulfill my own. That right there is the most compelling sexual mystery to me that there is. And incidentally, as unbelievably aroused that night as I was, Raef’s plundering of my married cunt never brought me to my own climax. But that’s very different than saying that I failed to have one …