There is something very ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ about the vagina. ..

There is something very ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ about the vagina. When a female’s not in a state of arousal, it’s honestly not a terribly accommodating organ. Her labia almost form a barrier to a tightly collapsed orifice poorly suited to provide a man with any semblance of the sensation he’s after. And even when penetration is achieved, it’s often only the man’s precum that facilitates the minimum amount of pleasure required to accomplish his objective. And forget entirely about even an ounce of pleasure for the woman. When it’s all said and done, a dry vagina benefits no one. But when something triggers a woman’s arousal (like a gorgeous caddy taking a break to apply lotion to her backside at the club pool, for example), the vagina undergoes an almost butterfly-like metamorphosis. It elongates, swells and lubricates into a sleeve with but one purpose - to stimulate the lucky male to that point where he’s no longer physically able to prevent his ejaculation. Even the outward appearance of the vagina undergoes a massive transformation. No longer a barrier to a man’s entry, a bitch’s engorged labia splay themselves obscenely open, putting her delicate feminine parts on full display. It’s a literal blossoming of her womanhood designed solely to signal her receptiveness to a complete and thorough penetration. But the ultimately infuriating, and sometimes humiliating, aspect of this entire process is that the female is fundamentally unable to pick and choose for whom the beautiful transformation of her reproductive organ occurs. And I assure you, there’s nothing worse than when a man who knows you absolutely despise him on a personal level also knows that you can’t prevent your very own body from turning into his little pocket pussy cum dumpster. Raef is this man for me. I literally blushed in humiliation the very first time he slipped his hand inside my panties and felt my cunt. I desperately did NOT want to be so unmistakably in heat for him, and I most certainly never wanted him to possess physical confirmation of it. The bastard actually laughed when he slipped his middle finger between my slick and blossomed folds, immediately filling me me with an uncontrollable rage and urge to scream and gouge his eyes. But all my body could muster in response was a soft, instinctive moan that signaled my surrender. It wouldn’t have been more clear to him had I been frantically waving my little white panties. Less than two minutes later I was on my knees with his thick cock enveloped in my mouth. Incidentally, hubby and I had an interesting couple of happy hour drinks yesterday with his asshole boss and their colleague, Chrissy. More on that tomorrow😊