Novel & Cerita Why Do Women Have Sex

Zavian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as if she'd asked something completely unexpected from a married woman like herself. "You really don't know?" He questioned incredulously. "I..." She began but faltered under his intense gaze, lowering her eyes bashfully. "It's because men and women are built differently. Women can orgasm multiple times during one round due to quicker recovery time." He explained, gently stroking her cheek and studying Emmeline intently as she absorbed the information. "Therefore, it's crucial for a man to maintain an erection for a long time. Premature ejaculation can be quite frustrating for women because it denies them satisfaction."

Then quickly, Lavanya put her hands in front of her breasts so that her twin mountains wouldn't stick to my chest. I looked at her with disappointed, and Lavanya looked away, her cheeks and ears flushed. I smile. "We're not going to have sex every day because, according to the articles I read, it's dangerous for women. So we do it three or four times a week. Then every time we have sex, we do five rounds." I smiled so broadly that it showed a row of teeth and winked one eye. Lavanya pinched my hand, and I grimaced. "No. Two rounds."

She asked. “No. She didn't say anything. She just said that you dropped by for a routine check up,” “I don't know why she didn't say anything, but I dropped by because I wanted to ask how many times she's had sex since she got pregnant,” “What? Why would you ask that?” I asked, confused. “As a pregnant woman, it's crucial for her to have sex at least from time to time if she is to give birth without any complications. It would really help, if you understand what I mean,” she said.

I look at her curiously, “Why was there such a demand?” Tru smiles, “Apparently along with the knowledge of dragons, men forgot how to please women. It was believed women didn’t have orgasms, so when they had sex, it wasn’t enough to fulfill them. The need for physical release manifested in symptoms of depression and anxiety. Doctors would rub the outside of a woman’s sex until she convulsed. Later doctors created a device to make it easier. Then it was sold as a household appliance, like a microwave.”

Her hand rested on my shoulder. Process a little slow when I'm sleepy so it took me a few seconds longer than usual to understand what he meant. My mind traveled to dangerous places, bringing back memories of Claire riding my boner. « Shit, fucking abstinence! I thought to myself. If Chelsea didn't let me go I was capable of missing her without meaning to hurt her. I know that women very rarely have sex for the sake of it , but we have a friend who has her own interests; that traitor woke up to the possibility of a good morning sex.

Davon asks cooly. “I wouldn’t know. But if sex is as good as this there will be no issues.” I chuckle and eat more till the bowl is empty. I feel like I could eat that ten times over. “You’ve never had sex?” Davon asks, almost sad. “Well, no. Sex is for making babies and being a 30 year old woman in a small community and no men around my age to procreate, it’s a little hard.” This made Davon even more curious. I can see it in his eyes, the way he’s studying me.

Sex to be superior must have the proper preparation of the couple, if one of the two fails, the magic is lost. Nowadays we observe that most of the people feel dislike and boredom for the normal, ordinary sex of yesteryear. They look for other routes of penetration, sex between the same gender, with animals, virtual, electromechanical objects and other methods of sexual stimulation. His sexual fiction is incomplete and does not satisfy his Neural need ... All this has an explanation. Lack of preparation and gradual mental development from childhood.

My father asked with a raised brow. I folded my arms with annoyance. "How can you ask me something like that knowing well that I have not allowed a man to touch me in a very long time." I pressed Yes, it's true. I hadn't slept with any man for almost 10 years. How could I? Many things had happened that made me resist such an act. The most important one of all was that sex made witches weak unless of course they did it for a ritual. To witches like me, sex was not for passion or love. It was merely for gaining more power. It created a bond in the spiritual world. But it was also very dangerous.

I couldn’t help but shudder at the idea of intimacy. I wondered why it was needed. It only hurts females. Maybe because people needed to breed. Then, I had to stop using pregnancy pills. Maybe we could do it once, and I could get pregnant. If I give him a pup, maybe he wouldn’t need to have sex with me again. But then I heard that females wanted to have sex, too. I would never understand that. It only benefits men. Not females. I was so lost in my thoughts when I realized I’d been in this place where I had asked Arlo to meet me for a long time already. It had been over thirty minutes, and he was nowhere.

That made me swallow hard. And then, before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. “Sometimes… during sex, I don't feel like myself.” His expression didn’t change at all. No surprise, no judgment. I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s like… I’m still there, but not really. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, just waiting for it to be over. It’s like I hit pause on myself, and my body just... goes through the motions. And afterward, I don’t feel real. I feel used, even if they were gentle.”