My Take On The Way It Should Be Between A Man And Woman

I read this other confession about pleasing a man, I agree. Here is my take on it.

What is a balanced relationship. I dated a man who worked hard to make sure that we had a balanced lifestyle, he vacuumed and I cooked. But after a while that got boring and quite frankly not very attractive seeing a man vacuuming. Not sexy at all.

I had another man in the wings. He was a Marine and got hurt and all and was discharged. A real asshole of a man. He had it straight though, men who can't walk with other men, aren't men. When he got together with other men they knew he was top dog, the real one. They didn't fuck with him, he was a natural leader. I liked that about him, putting up with his bullshit was another matter. But I got used to his bullshit, yes I had the pussy and he had the dick and he used his dick to put me where he wanted me, under him.

I got to enjoy being under him, a whole lot more than pretending. Yes foreplay and all was nice and I rode his dick and sat on his face and all, but sex really didn't start until he put me down and fucked me. I learned my lesson, I wasn't the man and never was going to be the man.

One day I was washing my pussy and he came into the bathroom and asked me what I was doing. I told him, I had to take care of my pussy for him. And he said 'that's my girl'. I keep my pussy nice and neat for him, nothing overgrown or out of place. Yes it takes time, and yes it means a couple of hundred a month at the 'pussy beauty parlor' but it's worth it, he likes my pussy that way. I wash my pussy real nice when he is watching, I've watched his dick get hard.

For his birthday I decided to bake his cake. Nothing store bought. I followed the instructions, watched the heat and time, and I iced it over with chocolate icing which he likes. I put fresh strawberries on top and when we were together with friends we sang him Happy Birthday. That night I was nice and clean for him, and I got some whipped cream, prepared a pussy Sunday with a cherry on top and enjoyed while he ate to his heart's content.

I'm over with men who think that being nice is splitting chores at home. That's not nice, that's sissy, pussy whipped. I'm glad that my man is a man amongst other men and he knows who he is and knows who I am and doesn't mind fucking until he is content. Yes, I get the leftovers, but those leftovers are so much better of the half of nothing my other boyfriend offered.

P.S. I'm glad I found this out while I'm still young enough to enjoy it.