Being married to a woman is far more difficult than being married to a man. I know because I have experienced both. Men are easier to manipulate. Their thinking is linear and goal oriented- straightforward ( excuse the pun). I never had to worry of hidden agendas, mistaken interpretations, or any of the emotional baggage that usually corrupts the ever flowing ease of any relationship. It makes sense women are emotional creatures. I have spent many countless nights “talking” my way out of the dog house. As a straight woman ( that would be me), I have had to adapt and learn how to handle my wife as opposed to how I use to handle my husband. I will get into more on that but for now let’s talk sex. I quickly learned that there is no such thing as a “quickie” with a woman. It is exhilarating, exciting, and fucking exhausting all at the same time. A quickie usually means 1-2 hours with my wife which is a far cry from the 2-5mins I had with a husband. Having sex with a woman takes skill, finesse, and a shit ton of energy.
Sex with a man is so effortless. It does not require thought, skill, or even emotion for that matter. To have awesome sex the responsibility falls on the woman. If I have to explain why then you will never understand. Men are just happy to get laid. Period. Sex for men is like how pizza is for men- even cold it is good. In past, I usually would get woken up with a dick pressing the small of my back. If I continued to “fake” sleep hoping it was a deterrent and he will get the hint. No such luck. I lay there silently thinking it would probably take LESS time to fuck him than fight him on this matter. He will not give up. He keeps pressing harder and harder that dick into my back. Like a “bat signal” for ‘it’s fucky- fucky time’. Where do guys get this shit?? Rarely I am ever in the mood at 4 am dead asleep. But let’s get this over with because once you have a dick in your back – there is no turning back- it is time to fuck…… so in order for me to get back to sleep as soon as possible, all I had to do was wiggle my ass which is his que for “you may proceed” then moan a few ohhh and ahhhs …BOOM it was over. I am back in dream land in less than 10 minutes. Not so much with a woman, especially my wife- that fake shit doesn’t fly- at. all.
A 4 am booty call from my wife- well I am up for the rest of the day. There is no going back to sleep, no quick pelvis thrusts and done, no negotiations, just pure amped hormones gearing up for a wild romp in the sack. I am NOT going back to sleep and any plans for the next couple of hours- like sleep- well I better change them.
Having sex with a women is more than the physical act. It involves an emotional connection. There is just sex yet female to female provides a platform of intimacy. It is a degree of baring the soul and with this it leaves a vulnerability. Any sign of resistance is taken personally. I have to show enthusiasm, willingness, eagerness, and be on point with everything. If I even show the slightest bit of tiredness or grumpiness- then instead of sex I will be arguing. A long exaggerated argument convincing her that I DO love her, forever and ever. She is the only one, my soulmate. Energy is spent solidifying my devotion to her. Yes, it is exhausting. I much rather spend my time showing my love and devotion through the art of love-making.