During the 90’s there was this song I liked a lot, Boyzone - Words. I’ve remembered it the other day while browsing Youtube for that oh-so-good 90’s music and it made me think and compare the “old” me with the “new” me.
The song said that it’s only words, and words are all I have to take your heart away and the old me liked that part, I was a hopeless romantic at the time [I still am but that’s not the point]. The new me says that they’re not only words, they’re much-much more, and that you can take my mind and body away if you’re doin’ it right. Which brings me to the point, it being that I love words. I love word-playing and linguistical constructions to the point where if you’re doing it right my body starts to physically show it.
I was talking to a female acquaintance of mine a couple of days ago and she was confessing she doesn’t curse/swear, calling those words as obscene, indecent, not befitting a woman, redneck and straight porn. Long story short, I’ve made a promise: to show her at least one situation where a woman can curse/swear and she won’t look hipsteryish for doing it. For the time being I’ll only allude to one situation.
Imagine this: you’re with another person [woman or man, depending on the case] on the bed, in a restaurant or at the movies and you’re playing with each other mildly, anxiously awaiting to unleash your playfulness and hungry senses on one another. What would rather hear/say: I can’t wait to get home so that I’ll can free your phallus and play with it or let’s get home faster and fuck the bejesus out of me? I’ll take option number two anytime, please.
They say a woman’s gotta be a lady on the streets, a good housewife in the house and a slut in between the sheets. The housewife part aside, ’cause for me it sounds discriminatory and mysogynistic, I do agree with the last one. As long as we’re in between the sheets and our clothes are gone, so need to be the jaundices and misconceptions. We’re naked and going at it, why won’t we put the prejudices aside and fully enjoy the state and moments? As I was saying, a woman who knows what she wants and know how to get it can make a men fully grown only by looking at him and talking. You know, that wait ’til we get home look on her face and that fuck me ’till I can’t stand up line she whispers into my ear …
I may be a bit on the dirty, perverted side when it comes to fucking, but I’ve always admired and respected a woman who’s not afraid to show me what she’s all about, one who’s not ashamed of her desires and, above all else, is able and willing to get what she wants.
Someone sent me an amateur picture she found on some Tumblr page and all I was thinking was how good some of those obscene words would fit that woman in the picture and the general situation: fuck me the way I’m bent over and make me scream. Or something in these lines.
There are quite a few lines I like to hear out of her mouth, no matter where we are or do. Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. Fuck me into oblivion. Fuck me brainless. Fuck the bejesus out of me. Fuck me like we are on the first date. Things like that.
Women, don’t be afraid he’s gonna judge you or, worse, dump you. On the contrary, make him hard only by looking and whispering obscene -yet inciting- things into his ear, especially if you’re somewhere public and he can’t do anything about it on the spot, and I guarantee you he’ll fuck you like he’s never fucked you before when you get home. I know I always do.