Why do men make SEX SO COMPLEX?
Male desires are by far the most confusing aspect of their make-up. And before you guys start ranting about all men not being the same, which will tempt me to ask how you discovered the intimate sides of other men, let me say I speak from wide experience. From the sugar daddies to the wannabe pretty boys, to the bible thumpers to the secret weed collectors, I’ve been up close to the lot, high and sober. When it comes to Jake the Snake, it’s the same strokes from different folks.
Confused? How different guys react to female sexuality, however, is a whole different matter. Complex, even. It’s true that society is a bit more tolerant of lesbian liaisons than of male on male engagements. Hey, call it what you like, when two females come together, so to speak, what you have is lesbian action. (Which doesn’t mean the women are remotely lesbian, as well you guys know!) But two guys getting it on? Even closet gay guys publicly frown on that.
Another puzzle: Why is it heavenly to have two ladies doing you but absolutely unthinkable should your lady suggest some girl on girl action with no boy in sight? Just the other day I learned from a colleague why he always seems to have a huge chip on his shoulders. He blamed his ex-wife whom he said had cheated on him. He divorced her on the ground she had pretended when they met to be what she was not: a lover of female flesh! Two years had passed and still he’d not gotten over the shock and disgust.
It was reminded me of another situation involving a girlfriend of mine. She had confessed to her fiancé her dalliance with a member of her gender. She had not considered what they did cheating; there was no emotional attachment, she had simply gotten her rocks off in her fiancé’s somewhat extended absence. Hey, toys don’t always hit the spot. Why didn’t she consider her action cheating? Well, she said, the other woman was no stranger to her bed.
As she told it, several months earlier her fiancé had suggested a threesome with another woman. At first she resisted; she suggested the third party be another man of his choosing. Of course, her fiancé blew his top. Did she have a screw loose or something? Another man? Was she nuts? But just when she thought her fiancé had given up on the threesome thing, he brought it up again. And again. But always with an invited female. So began the arrangement earlier mentioned.
"Sometimes the toys can't find the right spot, so here comes a helping hand... or two!"
It remained now to hear the other side of the story. Curiosity, you understand.
He was devastated, I tell you. So much that I worried he might do himself harm. Gros pwel can be hell! I asked if he was considering a breakup. He wasn’t, he said, but he was having a rough time getting over the fact that she’d cheated on him. He went so far as to call her a lesbian . . . then let me know how much homosexuals disgusted him. I did say this was a complex subject.
I prodded further. Had he not been the one who introduced the other woman to their boudoir? Pleaded, begged and all that? Yes, he admitted matter-of-factly, but it had never occurred to him that she’d end up loving the licking more than the sticking!”
The story ends sadly. Soon after our talk my friend packed her belongings and moved on . . . alone. Staying with him had quickly become unbearable. The other day she called me with good news: she’s engaged. Yes, to a man, which is not to say she does not, whenever a safe opportunity arises, “seek out a couple girlfriends for a pillow fight”—her former lover’s code for a ménage a trios!” Something tells me my versatile friend’s story has just begun!