Treat me like a lady. Take me like a whore - The fine line

There are worse things than being fucked like a whore and that’s not being fucked like a whore.

This is a woman’s most common complaint and a man’s biggest dilemma.

We women are a law unto ourselves. What one lady likes, another may despise. What gets you hot and bothered one day; may just piss you off the next. Men don’t know where to turn. He grabs your ass, you slap him away. He comes to bed and rolls for sleep – can’t he tell you need laid? Honestly, why we don’t see them in droves, banging their heads off the nearest wall, I will never know. But good on the boys, they have stuck with us. Grown with us. Morphed into the understanding, gentle creatures we know them to be. Then shit, we go and send them spinning again – yes, we want to be treated like a lady, but not all the time. Wasn’t that obvious? This is where things get complicated. This is where some men get confused. Because 80% of the time, we want them to leave that polite respect in the hallway and slam that door, along with us, HARD.

What it comes down to is manliness. Yep, plain and simple. It’s pulling us right back to the cave, where our hairy beast of a man threw the week’s kill on the floor, then threw us down after it. There were no kit gloves and tenderness then, just good old fashioned servicing. Now this doesn’t mean to say we want it like that all the time, hell no, that’s a sure fire way to end up in a ‘we need to talk’ conversation, but honestly boys, when it comes to most ladies, there’s nothing quite worse than gentle, smoochy loving, 24/7.

This is where being a man in the 21st century is a double edged sword. Suddenly we have them in touch with their emotions, and more importantly, ours. They cook, they clean, they are stay at home dads. Thanks to the last few generations, sex is as much about us as it is about them and these guys know their way around female genitalia almost as well as we do, but….and there is always a but – of course there is, we’re women….. being so soft and so tuned in in one way, makes it essential to man up in another. And by that, we mean love us like you mean it and fuck us like it too.

This concept started in my circle years ago when one of the girls had had it up to there with lovey loving, so much so she whimpered at the mere mention of being slammed and got flushed at the implication of rough and ready. She was at her wits end, her entire being longed to be banged against the wall and all she got were butterfly kisses and sex that made her feel breakable. She wanted to scream at him – there’s no sign here, nothing saying ‘fragile, treat kindly.’ Fuck me god damn it, fuck me!

What happened? He got the chat. And everything changed after that.

The thing is, this gentle, contemporary man thing, only truly works if they can Jekyll and Hyde it in the bedroom. Pay the cheque, open the door, then take us as soon as the key’s out of the lock. No if’s, no buts, just own it.

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