Sjimeta

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Gender: Straight Male
Age: 41
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Coming To Terms With Being The One With A Uterus

One morning when I was naked in the bathroom with my also naked husband. For those few seconds we stood in front of the mirror and I saw something I had never paid attention to. Females, me, were really quite different than males, him.

Size, he was a full head taller, heavier, bigger all around, arms, legs, hands, feet. Beside him I was so small. After I dried off and he was in the shower I sat on my bed and thought about this. Voice, his voice is so much stronger and deeper. Body hair, I'm sure glad women don't grow body hair like men, face, back, chest, arms, legs. His physical strength is much greater than mine, his speed, his aim, his grip. No contest.

I started to think, if these outward manifestations are sexual differences, what other not so visible sexual differences are there? Aggressive, decisive, assertive, bossy, all those traits that piss me off.

For the next many months I talked to friends, read, threw out obvious biased articles. I sat with my also intelligent equally educated coworker and we agreed, males are superior to females. It's no contest. If they decide to dominate you, you're toast. But in our defense we perceive that and adapt quickly and avoid confrontation. We submit.

We are designed around our uterus, to protect it, nourish it, use it, transport it. Basically the uterus is the purpose of being female. The male's purpose is to impregnate and control the female so another male doesn't get to her uterus with his sperm. Forget birth control and you quickly find yourself having to contemplate your uterus. Why is it there? Why are males dominant over you? Makes sense to me, and my coworker. Nature doesn't mess around, it's only goal is procreation. So then, males are much more different than females than our socialized life wants to admit. And they hold the reins and females dance for them, to be chosen. Females choose males, or they believe they do, because the stronger male eliminates the competition. Literally, the last man standing. My hypothesis.

I'm only glad he chose me, and let me choose him. My uterus says so.

What It's Like To Fuck A Fat Girl

Guys seem to always wonder what it's like to sleep with a fat girl. Since my friends knew that I had a fat gf in college they would ask me what it was like. I just smile and change the subject. Our sex life was great, but not how you think ;)

It didn't take long for me to realize that this relationship was going to be different. It started on our first date when I guided her hand over to feel my erection under the table and she licked her lips with excitement. I knew then and there I liked this girl.

See... I have always had a fantasy of a blowjob only relationship. Literally no penetration, only receiving head. Of course most girls would never go for this but with this fat chick I saw no reason not to at least try.

Between her submissive personality and her low self esteem it was easy to get her on her knees. I barely had to say anything, sometimes I just snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor. It was hot to me to see how long I could make her blow me without anything in return. Selfish I know, but sexuality satifying? Absolutely!

I thought for sure by our third date she was going to say something. It was like a game to see if I would assert dominance. Sure enough, again she got down and gagged. I knew from that moment I had found the one. This girl was so rewarded by having a bf that she was willing to do whatever it took to keep me interested.

I made our intimate moments into special ocassions, usually the end of a date, but also the first thing we did after not seeing each other for longer than a few days. I talked about the blowjobs like a reward I would let her have. Going down on me was a treat she could get for good behavoir. We both refered to the bjs as "sex" and when she was horny I would suggest we go have sex which of course she understood to mean giving oral.

I made sure she kept her clothes on when we were intimate. I let her pull her tits out of her shirt for a blowjob and her pants could come off to show her ass but her underwear always stayed on as a reminder. I liked to see her getting wet as she was going down on me and know that the only way I would enter her was down her throat. I think her sexual frustration is what made my orgasms so explosive. It was absoltely the best stress reliever I ever experienced.

Our weight difference was glaringly obvious and she played into it by pointing out my flat stomach and big arms usually at the end of the date right before I would tell her to get on her knees. She said that I was her greek god, and that she had never been with an athletic guy before. This was her not so suddle way of justifying her lesser role in the bedroom.

I grew into my role as the dominant partner with increasing demands for submission. From mandatory roadhead to keeping her arms behind her back during oral I made the entire relationship into my personal fantasy. My favorite was to require her to swallow everytime. I was blown away by her willingness to do what I said.

I know it to be true that the fact she was fat was the direct reason she was so eager to please. So when guys ask what it was like to fuck a fat girl, I just smile because they have no idea just how good it was.