Women, Girls and the true meaning of Sex

I don't even consider it a role reversal, I'm a girl who like a lot of men, love watching my boyfriend fuck other women, more so when the other women don't want him to, I have helped hold them down until he gets inside them and watch the transformation, once the fucking begins, and the same woman, all snot and tears, is clawing his ass to hold him inside her gagging pussy, so she can have her orgasm.

Every month since our bodies started ovulating, nature has made most women want sex for around five days of the month. An ovulating woman sitting or standing in public transport, secretly desires to be touched, and wants men around her to cum on and in her.

I'm sure, as I have both witnessed and felt en around me try it on, grope my bum and cum on my skirt, was common going to school, at f******n and ovulating, inexperienced in dealing with men wide eyed at a schoolgirl displaying her charms, pressing her bum into their crotches, a massive come-on, and feeling them relieve themselves against the skirt that covered my bare ass excited as their fingers traced my ass outline and poked my bumhole and wet pussy.

I took that particular transport monthly, when my body screamed for sex, when my egg slipped from my ovaries into my Fallopian tube and started my five day of ovulation. I would deliberately miss the school transport and my father would not argue with his f******n year old daughter, now half woman and girl combined, and let me do my thing, getting in amongst those horny men for a forty minute commute and be touched, caressed and downright groped. I felt alive and desired, feeling a mans hand touch the bare skin of my inner thigh right up to my wet swollen labia and finger fucked me school, whilst men around me were oblivious to my sexual assault and continuous orgasming.

I find it hard to comprehend men that don't get it. I bathe before going out. I put on makeup for the sold purpose of telling men I am ready to copulate. My red lipstick, mimics my swollen red labia, and my lip gloss mimics my wetness, look at my pussy before putting your dick inside and compare it to my mouth, opening and closing as I excitedly chat to the owner of the cock I want to fuck me, that's the reality of men who can't grasp the fact we girl are out on town looking to be fucked, just as they are, but we are sluts, whilst they are studs, its both laughable and lamentable.

There is an element of truth when they say men think about sex more than women do, but here's a point they don't consider, a woman or girl does take time to get to a boil, but once she is there, she can fuck an army non stop and have multiple and seemingly endless orgasms, where as for most men, they shoot once and then are limp-dicked for the rest of the night, thank God for cuckoldry and men just waiting in the sidelines for their chance

A few of my husbands friends have tasted my pussy with my blessing, though surreptitiously done on my part. John, a work colleague of my husbands, who told me one night at a dance he always wanted to fuck me, and pressed his bulge against my tight fitting dress, thrilling my pussy as it moved across my camel-toed impression, made because my knickers were in my handbag back at the table with my boyfriend, I pressed myself against John's bulge and kept him talking about what he would do to me if I let him.

That night, because of bad weather we decided to stay at the hotel where his works dinner party was being held and to save on costs, I suggested John share a room with us, he wanted to fuck me so bad, it turned me on to be in the same bedroom as him, and my boyfriend was so drunk he was likely to suffer from brewers droop, so I knew if John were in the room, all I had to do was stick my ass out of the duvet and let him relieve himself as I pretended to sleep.

The room was small and the beds were close, withing an arms reach, and my boyfriend upon hitting the mattress, began snoring, I with John's hep undressed him down to his underpants, at which point John and I entered a debate about sleeping in our underwear, and I being a proud Scottish girl claimed I like to sleep naked and I asked John if he would be offended seeing me naked.

John's face drained of blood as he realised what he was about to witness, all the teasing was in the past tense as he watched my strip down and then saw I was commando, and I made sure he saw what his bulge was rubbing against was real, coiffured and ready for penetrative sex I deliberately turned away from his hardened gaze on my cunt, and showed it from behind, bending to my toes straight legged, and gave him an eyeful of both my holes glistening with my lubrication.

Once naked I turned back to John and saw he too was now completely naked and standing to attention. I can around the bed and met him in the middle, John's heart as thumping in his chest, as I brushed close to him and his hard cock wiped across my nude body. I sat down on my mattress listening to my boyfriends snoring, and took John's cock into my mouth and deep throated it, timing my throat mussels to relax as I forced his glans past my tonsils and into my throat, and breathing in whenever I freed my air passages. I don't gag, so throat fucking is just another skill set I mastered at age twelve.

John did me a massive service that night, fucking all my open holes throughout the night, and when my boyfriend came alive in the morning, he found both of us in our underwear and seemingly disinterested in each other. I think I carried John's cum in my holes for forty eight hours, telling him daily by phone I still did not have me periods and lay there listening to him promise to marry me should his sperm fertilize my egg.

On the third night we had phone sex, I made John make up a story about fucking me in a public place and when I gushed my orgasm it was tainted with blood and I whispered down the phone that I was having my periods. John genuinely sounded disappointed, he really did want me to bear his c***dren. I rang off that night telling him there would be other times, even if I married my boyfriend, he would always have access to me for sex, a promise I made and kept on numerous occasions, as best man he helped me again put the now groom to bed, and climbed in with me and shagged me for hours, with the other guests thinking my new husband was doing his duty when it was john emptying his balls into the wiling bride.

A lot of men sarcastically mock women when it comes to pornography, "They continue to watch it right to the end to see if they get married", when the truth is once we watch porn we like what we see, and as in real life, when we start fucking there is no stopping us until the regiment is satisfied and balls drained, I watch porn all the way through, even some boring man made shit, because women take time to warm up to having sex, and thirty to sixty minutes of raw fucking will do that for even the most frigid amongst us, just look around the females in the audience and see who is pressing her fist into her crotch, or sitting cross legged and pointing her knees at the guy she wants to fuck her.

I attended college for catering in Aberdeen, and at the end of my first year, still eighteen, I was offered a six month contract of two on and two off working on the rigs, offshore in the North Sea, which I jumped at for both experience and being there amongst horny oil men willing to pay for young fresh tight pussy.

The going rate down by the harbour was £75 up to £500 for a range of services, from hand jobs and ass fucks and I remember one night before going offshore, sitting down with a bottle of wine and writing down my range, and turning myself on at the idea of selling my body I used the empty wine bottle and cummed. I used my vibrator in my pussy and slipped the bottle up my ass, moving both objects in different directions to simulate being DP'ed, I loved the feeling and added it to my list of to do stuff, at £500, a bargain when one man would pay £350 for a pussy fuck and £400 to poke my arse, having two at a time as better for me orgasm wise, and financially better for both men who could stop halfway and swap, but only if they put a condom on after being up my arse.

Like a lot of the girls and women, what they earned over the two weeks, especially if they were young and beautiful, could be ten times their salary, I took eight thousand pound home, stuffed down my knickers after two solid weeks of fucking daily and the beauty of it was all the men married and could afford it. It was difficult to say goodbye to that job, but not long after I started my second years studying, news broke about a prostitution ring in operation offshore and there was a massive clampdown, with women being searched for money and anything t do with earning on the side.

I did six trips and pulled in an average £5000/trip on top of my salary of £1500, so you could imagine why I turned to prostitution whenever the opportunity arose, taken customers whenever they were thinking a mean and a drink would suffice and I reminded them that if they wanted to go all the way, we had to visit the cash dispenser, of which there were four on Union Street, before my knickers came down. I could very easily pull in £1200 on a Friday night, and double that on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, crew change days, horny men coming home from two weeks on, and desperate men looking for consolation before two weeks offshore, I was still raking in an average £4000/week shagging oil men using my pussy and arse and getting some brilliant orgasms up dark closes and alleys.

So you men reading this might be scratching your heads in disbelief as to who women can be so calculating and emotionally detached when it comes to sex. We know you want us, and some of are willing to let you for a cost and as you cynically laugh at us watching porn to see if they marry, we take your money because you can't walk away, like taking a lollipop from a c***d, yes you men are rally that easy. Think about my story the next time a pretty girl looks at you showing the "V" of her knickers as an open invitation, I bet she will charge you to get into them. Who's laughing now,