“I love cock” – the daily mantra of Elizabeth Rose
Sex is great. Sex is fun, funny, and awesome. I love the smell of sex. I love the noises it makes. I love the noises I make while having sex. Sex is my hobby, my pastime and my passion. If I could, I’d be constantly banging away and I’d never get anything done. I invested in a rechargeable vibrator as the cost of batteries was eating away at my shoe fund.
But I’d like to know where in the world the ridiculous assumption that guys are only after one thing and that all they want is sex comes from. If that were true (and oh how I wish it was) I’d spend every moment of each day getting shagged (ahhh…sweet bliss).
The truth is – some men do have a high sex drive. So do some women (often referred to as sluts, but I call them friends). Some men do not have a high sex drive, others let emotions rule their penis, and then there are those who will only let you play with their penis after you have engaged their emotions.
I have recently been drunkenly playing with a decent enough sort of penis. It is attached to a decent enough sort of chap who happens to spend a great deal of time in a hotel bar that I frequent. When I suggested that we arrange to meet for sex in the future (I was hoping we might get more sober sex that way) he balked and said…
“I’m not in a place where I can be arranging regular sex.” Then he took a swig of his beer and quickly followed this up with, “But I’m not saying it’ll never happen again.”
Then he went on to explain his baggage. It was legitimate baggage and it would have been legitimate to bring up with me if I wanted a relationship. But I didn’t and I still don’t. I just want a convenient, regular midweek cock to suck on (is that really too much to ask for?). If all men are looking for is sex, then our making a ‘sexual arrangement’ would have been a simple equation for him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. So I now have to woo a new, unknown penis in the hotel bar. A process which could actually take 30 minutes or more – precious time that could be better spent shagging.
Most inconvenient…
5 Comments
Comment by Shans — March 16, 2010 @ 8:20 am
oh my darling Rose, what you need is a John (no not a man who pays for sex). The longest relationship I have been most fortunate to engage in is with my John, we’ve been shagging without string since 2005 and I couldn’t ask for anything better. He’s a lovely man, a friend and well he has a most beautiful penis. I suggest you find this.
Xo
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Comment by jackie — March 16, 2010 @ 10:36 am
I for one question Elizabeth’s professed predilection for pumping. How long did it take to write this lovely essay? That was time that could have been well spent, depriving some man of the millions of sperm he’s spent the last five minutes manufacturing. In the time it took for me to read this, I’ve accumulated a back-up! Should you decide to live up to your words, me and my beautiful penis will be at the Hotel bar.
Til then
JFB
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Comment by max — March 16, 2010 @ 3:47 pm
Oh Elizabeth Rose you are singing my life right now.
It never ceases to amaze me how difficult it is to find a regular source of sex in life without all this relationship and talking taking up valuable bed time. The fact that I spend more time writing about sex than I spend actually having it is one of life’s greatest tragedies.
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Comment by Skye Blue — March 16, 2010 @ 4:04 pm
@ max – totally relate. feeling your pain girl, feeling your pain.
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Comment by Elizabeth Rose — March 18, 2010 @ 6:58 am
@jfb – which hotel bar?
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