Sexual Power for Women

Sexual Power for Women  by Georgeann Cross is well written and fascinating essays on women’s sexual power over males, especially through masturbatory control of the penis. The hosting website is http://francescaspizza.com/ Here is a sample:

The first time Francesca let go of Roy’s cock as he started to come, she teased him about the show he was going to give her. “What I get to see!” It was a good tease, but it would have been even better if it had come a few seconds earlier.  The way it actually went, she started speaking as Roy’s muscles relaxed in preparation for the first spurt.  She waited that long because she wasn’t sure she could recognize the onset of ejaculatory inevitability and because she didn’t yet understand how much more intense Roy’s experience would be if she spoke sooner. By removing her hand and saying the same thing just as his cock reached maximum stiffness, she would have catapulted him suddenly into a trip very much like Patrick’s.  Faced with the prospect of having to ejaculate with nothing holding his cock, he would have made a desperate attempt to regain control.  It would have been impossible, and he would have had several very long seconds in which to experience the conflict between his egoistic compulsion to save himself from embarrassment and his physical need to ejaculate.  During that time, he would have been acutely aware that his cock was sticking up, not just in a normal state of erection but obscenely, and that if he relaxed the muscles that held it that way, even for a moment, they’d immediately contract again and his cock would bounce back up and spurt.  Not only that, but he would have felt Francesca in there with him the whole time, fully aware of what he was going through and intending every bit of it.

Sexual Power for Women, Chapter 11

Friendly Bev

Friendly Bev

from Antonius, circa 1995

[ Bev lived next door. She was from Germany and had an unbelievable body, with large, shapely tits that bounced under her sweater like puppies, and a startingly narrow waist. ]

Bev M. was a good neighbor. She had agreed to give me a hand-job every other evening while my lover was away, “to keep me from getting too horny,” she said.

She had a refreshing, matter-of-fact attitude toward the act, as something a friend could do for a friend. Robert was going to be at work until 10 pm, so Bev and I had a nice, relaxed, dinner together and then went into the living room for the handjob. She got a small towel and some hand lotion from the bathroom and then had me pull my pants down. She kneeled down in front of me as I sat and laid the towel on my thigh.   Continue reading