"What are you looking for?"
"I'll know it when I find it."
When his tongue touched my clitoris, I said, "You've found it."
He ate my pussy for a while. I enjoyed having him grovel between my legs. It was good for him to recognize his need to humble himself. He knows how to put his tongue on just the right spots and rapidly tease my clit until I lose control. He swirled his tongue around the entrance to my vagina. I'd like to pull his entire face into my hole.
"Put your hierarchical male tongue in there and give me some reparations for all the years that women have been oppressed."
He slurped away at my pussy. I finally pulled him up. I wanted him to fuck me.
He asked for permission to screw me, and I granted it. I convinced him to dispense with the written forms and witnesses, taking a chance and trusting each other.
Trev was pumping away at my pussy. He was approaching his climax when I called for a little equity. He seemed to be ahead of me; equity dictated that we both should come at the same time. We might have started from different states of arousal, but equity demanded that we both have our orgasms simultaneously. We managed to do it and finished our session with a sense of relief at not having offended the other partner.
We took a shower, together of course, wanting to save water. The drawback is that we tend to use a lot of soap and our showers usually last longer than normal, so it may not really be beneficial to the environment. Trevor always adds a wellness check, examining my breasts closely and I perform an inspection of his scrotum and his anus. I checked his prostate with my soap covered finger. He loved it. I made sure to give him a good check-up.
We dried ourselves, donned robes and relaxed a bit. We both peed, flushing only once to save water. Trevor wants me to keep my hair short so I don't use a blow dryer as much; we save electricity.
I would like to have had another round of sex with him, but it takes his dick longer to recharge than his electric car. At least the car has something it plugs into something when it's charging.
Over the past few months, we have been talking about having a baby, but Trevor has gotten all worked up evaluating the environmental impact of another person on our overcrowded planet. He thinks too much. He worries about disposable diapers (he can wash the damn things), and whether the child would advance human consciousness and relieve suffering. He was pleased that I would breast feed so we wouldn't have to buy formula.
I said, "He or she will just be interested in sucking my tit for a year. We'll teach them (notice no male or feminine pronouns) to be a good person and contribute to the future of mankind."
He said, "And I can use my paternity leave."
Trevor insists that we buy organic foods. They may be more expensive, but don't require pesticides. We also get our eggs from cage-free chickens. He's a vegan. I'm not, but I only eat free-range chickens and grass-fed beef. He deviates from his vegan diet when he eats my pussy. I tease him about letting my pussy be free-range, but he doesn't like what that might mean.
When we were dating, he wanted me to sign a form, prepared by family lawyers, where I agreed to have 'consensual sex' with him. The form was three pages with a preamble about how women had historically been exploited and often had been forced into non-consensual sex. There was a section on paternity where I (party of the second part) had to affirm that birth control was my responsibility and my partner (party of the first part) had no financial or parental responsibilities if I got pregnant. There were boxes indicating consent for specific acts (vaginal intercourse, fellatio, cunnilingus, anal, bondage and few others I'd never heard of). We had to have witnesses; to signing the form, not the sex, although we haggled about that. I wouldn't sign the form. I finally said, "Look, do you want to fuck me or not." I gave him a form that said, "I, Betty, agree to fuck Trevor." He accepted it; he was horny.
Before he proposed, he had my genealogy checked to be sure none of my ancestors had owned slaves or shot Indians. None had. He had a hacker check my old emails for anything I had written, all the way back to third grade, that might be embarrassing.
Our wedding was a simple affair. He had groomsmen of different ethnicities and tried to impose diversity requirements on my bridesmaids. I reminded him that our wedding vows didn't say anything about me obeying him.
His mom and dad think he's nuts. His mom says he should be home making babies in instead of protesting. His dad just says, "Quit worrying about this political bullshit, go home and fuck your wife." I'm with Mom and Dad on that.
A few months ago, Trevor was contemplating a class action suit on behalf of all male persons, asserting liability for faulty design of female persons (women). His primary claim was that women had inherent defects. With our menstrual cycles, we are not available for sex about a quarter of the time. He thought that was simply unacceptable and the fact that women become emotional for much of the cycle (bitchy) added to the inconvenience. He thought with some process improvements, the gestation time for babies should be cut in half. Finally, he mentioned menopause, after which women are no longer suitable for their primary purpose. The more he went on about the subject, the more annoyed I became (it was that time of the month). He gave up when he realized he'd have to sue God, but since he didn't believe in God (I do), he became hopelessly confused.
More than once, I've threatened to cut his dick off and make him one of those transitioned people (transsexuals) that he worries about. He might even like that.
We joke that if I got a dick, we could reverse roles. I would need to have an 'adda-dick-to-me'.
We've talked about using different pronouns, but dickhead and slut weren't good options so we gave up on that too. It's hard to just think about all this stuff. 'Asshole' seems to be a male pronoun and 'bitch' seems to be a female one, so we use those to refer to each other.
Trevor and I have different tastes in television. He likes to watch MSNBC and those environmental shows about threatened wildlife. I think he just likes to watch the animals screwing. I watch Fox news and the Hallmark Channel. We keep a log of the time we each spend to be sure it's equal. Occasionally, we'll find something we both like.
We watch porn, and I tease him whenever the number of women in the flick are fewer than the men. My rule is cocks = cunts. He likes interracial porn. Having men of color (black) fuck white women seems to align with his feelings about racial equality. He says, "Everybody should have equal access a pussy. If a white guy can fuck a white woman's pussy, a man of color should have the same opportunity." I mention that the same rule should apply with both races fucking a pussy of color. He was a bit reluctant to agree, referencing the domination of white males as part of colonialism. It's a bit of a conundrum. Sometimes we start to watch porn and get into an argument about whether there is exploitation and equity. We often lose our enthusiasm for sex and sleep in separate beds instead.
There was one time when Trevor accused me of racism because I wouldn't suck his person of color friend's cock. That really hurt my feelings. The reason I didn't suck the guy's cock was because of some misogynistic language that he used (He called me a 'privileged white cunt'.). As a result of that incident, I refuse to suck any of his friend's cocks because he might accuse me of racial bias or insensitivity. If I began to blow his friends, I would have to suck off a white guy, a black dude, an Asian, a Native American and a Pacific Islander, etcetera. Trevor has a lot of friends, but I don't think he has all the categories covered, so we'd have find a stranger for me to blow.
I did offer to fuck a male 'person experiencing homelessness' one time when Trevor was whining about how tough this one man had it.
He was thinking of taking in a refugee until I saw that he had picked out an eighteen-year-old Ukrainian girl.
He argues for equality at the beach, wanting men and women to wear one-piece suits and all be topless.
When I dress sexy, he likes it. I tell him men have forced women into wearing sexy clothing as a part of the historic exploitation of women by the dominant male hierarchy. He counters that women freely choose how they dress, as if we invented high heels because they are more comfortable. He comments that women willingly wear attractive clothing because of their inherent insecurity about their appearance and desirability. In his mind, we do it because we instinctively want to get fucked and having babies is our primary primitive objective. Maybe he's right, I don't know.
He complains that it is unfair that there are larger areas in stores for women's shoes and there are more stalls in the ladies' room.
We talked about the LGBTQ thing and wondered if we wanted to try one of the letters, but nothing really appealed to me. I like to eat pussy and so does he, but I guess that's not enough for us both to be lesbians. If there was a 'W' for 'Whatever', I'd choose that.
I mentioned earlier, that he is a vegan and it strains his conscience when he has to eat my pussy. I'm not, so I have no problem sucking on his meat. It's gluten-free and cum is non-dairy. With the women's equality things, I keep track to make sure he eats me as many times as I suck his dick. Actually, I'm pretty far ahead. I like to exert my newly gained liberation to make him do what I want if he wants to get in my pussy.
I have a lesbian friend and she and Trevor had an argument over eating pussy. My friend was saying that eating pussy is a women's sport and men shouldn't be participating in women's sports. Trevor said there are both men's and women's categories to which my friend's answer was that more men than women eat pussy, which is a violation of Title IX. I suggested they give college scholarships for eating pussy. Trevor suggested a degree in 'Vaginal Studies'. We didn't resolve our differences.
Trev and I had another discussion about books in schools when he suggested we donate our collection of 'Penthouse Letters' to the school library. Then when they banned them, he could make a big stink about it and compare banning dirty magazines to Nazi Germany. From a practical standpoint, I said we could write off the donation on our taxes as a charitable deduction. We'll have to ask our Middle-Eastern accountant (He's Jewish, it would be a stereotype to mention it.).
We tried to boycott products that advertised on networks that we didn't like, but since we are of opposing political beliefs but there wasn't much that we could buy, so we gave up that idea.
Anyway, enough talking. Trevor's male appendage has revived and I'm hoping he will use some of his toxic masculinity on me. We are having a discussion over who gets to choose the position we use and have forgotten who chose last time. I hope he agrees that I'm the one who is supposed to have the babies, but who knows.
He says "MAGA- means Making A Girl Ask-for-it." I say, "Maybe you Aren't Getting Any"
