Stop...

...sending me naughty e-mails. I must confess that I peeked at a few during work day, and could not help but to orgasms right there in my office, without even touching myself. Do not worry, the only tell tale sign was the blush on my face. This is the advantage of being female.

Upon glancing at pictures and feedback of some very nice men, a thought kept intruding in my mind. I recalled an Italian movie, about a widow in a provincial town who took a shy lover. The plot evolved that men in that town came to seek her favors. Her reputation grew in the small town, as more of a comforter, teacher, healer, therapist.

For obvious reasons, be them health wise, moral, or safety issues, this would be but a mere fantasy. As a widow myself, I can relate. The sexual experience is there, and don’t we all have needs? To be able to use the feminine force to pleasure, heal, comfort, disperse unconditional love and acceptance, guide in matters of the heart, offer encouragement, sexual expertise, and simply listen with empathy would be in fact an altruistic endeavor.
Yet society has demonized our sexuality, and this would not be acceptable. So let’s just stay with the fantasy concept for now. The men I would make love to would be the most deserving. Not the ones with the moola necessarily, for in reality men do not hold the purse strings anymore. Little girls don’t harbor now fantasies of prince charming in a white horse, to sweep them off their feet into happily ever after. Now girls’ dreams harbor acquiring power for themselves; for such power can be intoxicating. So if the power held for so long solely in the purse strings for survival, where is it now? Where it has always been, in between a woman’s legs. Think about it. What is the motivational force which galvanizes commerce, the tenet of advertising, the beauty sector, and luxury toys etc, even one of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs? It is love. Getting pussy is what motivates men to be successful. Some men sent pictures of their fancy cars, as well detail the many luxuries acquired in life, which without an enraptured audience to applaud such feats, would depreciate somewhat in satisfaction.

For this to be an altruistic endeavor, and to fully utilize my psychic, intuitive, mental, and physical attributes and faculties to heightened levels, it would entail making love to the ones that deserve it most. The one that lost his job, or a loved one. A soldier broken down psychologically, as well as physically. The one in pain, to which a soothing, caressing, and thorough massage would alleviate such pain. The one in despair who is lonely and would simply like to be held and listened to. I would let him cry if he felt need to; for crying truly alleviates a great burden. I could be a mother, a whore, a friend.

I've felt sadness when I‘ve read some e-mails from men who think they are perhaps past their prime. With the advances in medicine, that is not true at all! If nothing else, I would straddle your lap for you to feast on my breasts; they are warm, full, and delicious. Perhaps that would motivate you to gently guide me back on to the kitchen table and to indulge in another type of spread. After a while, this has encouraged you enough to tell me to turn over on my tummy, for you have other intentions in mind. I would he happy to oblige, for it would give me pleasure, for you to enjoy pleasure.

I truly wish I could do this unselfishly, well not really as I would get multiple orgasms of it as well….but alas, it cannot be…will have to settle for just one …or, this being a fantasy, I would do you!