Romans & histoires Why Do Women Have Sex

I picked up my phone and went through my facebuok page. A lot of people have answered my question, that's if two persons counts as lot of people. Me: Why do people cry during sex. Ladies I mean. Emperor: Obviously, because they're enjoying the fuck. Do you want me to fuck you?

It was a guilty pleasure, not an expectation. "Well, think about it," I said. "To think a single man can satisfy multiple women is unrealistic. Men have to reload, so's to speak, after having sex. He'd be lucky to satisfy two women realistically. A woman could easily satisfy many men if she was willing. There's no reloading required. One finishes, another one takes his place." "Ahh, biology, the differences between men and women. Still, ten is awfully high. A woman can only satisfy three men at once, unless she uses her hands as well, then maybe five."

"Because all women are beautiful in their own way and unique. Not to mention variety is enjoyable. The women see each other every day but can still have their head turned by another beautiful woman. Seeing a different one is arousing. One can imagine themselves making love to that woman." "Do you imagine having sex with other naked women?" Anthony asked us, the women of the group. "I always imagine myself with women," Rhonda said. "I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting."

"Not come, you stupid girl, I mean, what happens months later when two adults have sex?" "How am I supposed to know what happens months later, well, it's already been months and I'm still here, aren't I? I'm not pregnant, am I?" "Well, with the way your sex drive is going, you could be. You know, pregnant women have this insatiable extremely high sex drive. It never goes away until the birth of the baby." "I am not pregnant, you wanker, I already took care of that." She frowned. "What do you mean you took care of that? You tied your womb or something?"

I trail off as realisation dawns on me. Sex is not just for fun and to solidify relationships, especially not in wolves. For animals, sex is for procreation. Crap. The guys stay silent, looking a little sheepish as they watch me figure it out. “Is there a way to stop it?” I ask, my voice coming out smaller than I meant it to. Ryder covers my free hand with his. “For a she-wolf, no, but you’re human, that changes so much. We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone in this.”

"That’s right. You don’t want to get used to it. That’s what you said before I left." "D-don’t get me wrong, Sir. It’s just that... I’m not sure how it works for men. But in situations like this, it’s usually women who can’t move on easily. Well, I can’t speak for all women, but for me, sex is more than just a physical connection." Noah stared at her, and she continued.

I held his hand. " Why?" He asked. " No problem." A blunt object is now entering my hole, making me sigh. Starting with a slow tempo, his hand touches my body in a friendly manner and he increases the tempo to a fast one way. I put my arm around his shoulder for the long blunt object to go deeper and pump it fast. Our bodies are both sweaty. "Please, don't end." I say as we chase gratification, I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly following his fast tempo and make the long and dull object pierce deeper into my hole. I didn't want him to end this hot day so quickly, no matter how many times I climaxed.

I asked, "Sex, I mean." He turned and locked onto my eyes. There was a deep, burning intensity of yearning and desire behind them, "Sex can be so intense that sometimes your body won't respond. To the point where you're gasping for air like you just ran a marathon. The intensity thrumming throughout your body is intoxicating and addicting all simultaneously." My cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and my body reacted, "Okay, now I need a drink." "I have to go," he reminded.

"Is it true? Does having sex with someone not mean you’re together? Like a couple?" Zenia sighed gently, rubbing my back. "No, Abbie... you have it wrong. Having sex doesn’t automatically make two people a couple. People have sex just for fun all the time. If sex made everyone a couple, think about prostitutes—they have sex every day, but that doesn’t make them the girlfriends of the men they sleep with."

And yet I keep going. “And, well,” I jab at the air, desperate to keep moving, “two cis guys? No risk of pregnancy. Barely anyone has kids, socially, anyway. And we’re not boxed in by the usual…relationship rules. So really, statistically speaking, it’s easier to justify sex when it’s just us. Less regulation, fewer reasons to say no. Compare that to a straight couple and, well… you get more boundaries. Women, statistically, are… more sensible. Less likely to just… go full chaos.” Cole’s eyebrow lifts. “Statistically, huh?”