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Sunday, March 21, 2010

Do You Listen?

I was reading over some of the erotic lit that I've written in the past (see, I'm not always bitchin' and moanin', sometimes I'm just moanin'), and I noticed a recurring theme.

The guys in my head always know what they're doing.

Opposite of what seems to happen to me in the real world, every male character in my stories knows that it's very important to listen to the non-verbal signals a woman's body gives you.

A majority of males like to boast the e-promise that the woman that's blessed enough to be with them will be very well satisfied.  Everyone swears they're at the top of their game when it comes to lickin' and suckin' and bangin' and fuckin'.

Rarely do you see anyone write about passion, romance, being in tune with someone mentally as well as physically.  No one ever boasts that they're at the top of their game when it comes to connecting emotionally, or experiencing a physical connection on anything other than a base, animalistic level.

No one ever says that they know how to listen.

When you've got your head buried between her thighs, ferociously licking and sucking like the sun ain't ever gonna shine on it again, and she grabs your head - do you listen?  Is she pushing you away, or does she want you to lick it a little more gently?  Or does that mean she wants you to chew on it a little harder?

Can you tell a fake orgasm from a real one?  Do you listen?

When you've got two fingers deep inside her and you're trying to beat it like a punching bag, and she's squirming - do you listen?  Is she trying to get away or are you convincing yourself that she likes it?  Is she enjoying it or is she worried you're going to cut her with your untrimmed nails and careless concern for her comfort?

That sigh she lets escape her lips - was that one of satisfied contentment, or exasperated unfulfillment?  Do you listen?

When she let's you get in from behind, do you pay attention to the hand she puts out behind her, pressing against your thighs - do you listen?  Or are you so enthralled with trying give her a concussion via headboard that you don't notice?

Do you listen?

I want somebody who listens, without me having to say a word.  When I'm being made love to, I want to be taken completely out of my head, away from the here and now.  I want to soar.  You can't do that if you're not listening.