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We are still living in a world where young girls are pledging away their s***** agency to their fathers, in a world where a woman has no s***** agency inside her own culture, religion or family. Where women are still making s***** choices based on the needs of their partners outside of their own desires. Where a woman’s s******** and desires are still judged and shamed. And taking it deeper still, there is this underlying misogynistic behavior, where society tends to characterize women in emotional states as “crazy.” You know, “She doesn’t know her own mind.” This is used as a way of deflecting a woman’s true expression of her feelings and desires. It’s a misuse of the term, and it’s a way of dismissing a woman’s feelings, creating distrust in a woman’s authentic experience, and point of views. And it’s a covert way of diminishing a woman’s power of her own s***** agency.

Women are more independent than ever before, making their own money and choosing to put off things like marriage and family.

My past relationship struggled for a long time due to my independence and his insecurities. I loved the person that I was with but the fact that he judged me for speaking my mind cause the relationship to be over. Dont get me wrong, I should of done things better, but my ex never opened the door for me to be truly honest about my desires and needs. I was in a relationship with my ex for a long time and the fact that I didn’t feel comfortable telling him how I felt was such a huge turn off. Its tough being in a relationship so young and the fact that he was so insecure was miserable. Our final argument was about a conversation I was having with my girlfriend about one of his friends. My friend Tiffany said that my exes’ friend Josh was cute, and she wouldn’t mind seeing what he was like (Hint Hint: S*******), I laughed and agreed, and said “sometime I think about that too. Meanwhile my ex is in the other room east-dropping on our conversation. I dont mind being questioned but I do not like to be ridiculed or disrespected for what I think. Men talk all day about females they want to have s** with, why is it disgusting or foul to be honest. I actually think its healthy to have conversation like this, I feel like it could make the relationship feel more secure, but in reality this conversation was not for him. After my friend Tiffany leaves my ex starts calling me all these names and yelling at me because of my conversation with my friend. My friends I hang with are beautiful, and I am sure a thought has come across his mind about them, and the fact I cant express my thoughts because of his insecurities was the deal breaker. Why can’t I think the same? Girl talk is not for guys.

Insecurity can drive people to do extreme things in an effort to gain or regain their confidence. Still to this day men do not think women should have their own minds. My ex use to talk so much s*** about my friend Tiffany because she always said “ I am not a relationship type of girl”, my friend just wanted causal s** and there is nothing wrong with that. I told him that she is not a hoe, some women just may want to just live it up for the time being and not complicate their lives with a relationship. Mean while his friend Matt has been with multiple people throughout the year and he is not referred to as a “hoe”.

Men need to grow up and stop thinking women dont know what they want or a women can’t think a certain way. There are women in relationships right now that think about being with other guys. We wouldn’t mind seeing what other men have (Hint Hint: S*******), we are not crazy , we are not hoes but we are human. Men’s s***** jealousy is an evolved emotional response to a real or perceived threat of a partner’s s***** infidelity. It is a functionally flexible response that serves to motivate men to engage in mate-guarding behavior designed to deter intrasexual rivals and to maintain valued relationships. This is what kills relationships, my ex felt threaten by his friend Josh. He felt like I wanted to have s** with him all the time and would ask me questions trying to compare myself to him even after the break up. Notice, if a women cheats in a relationship is the end of the world, men will bombard them with questions about the other guy. “Was he more attractive than me; “Was he better than me”, Was he bigger than me”. Nothing really has any thing to do with love, its like its a competition. Which is selfish and egotistic, men are so worried about the man that they forgot to ask if their women still loves them. Man are so worried about their egos and pride, GROW UP.

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Mr John…she stammered.shhhhh I said. If I tell your mom you were actually f****** on my couch she’ll beat you ground you or? Yeah I know. How can we make this right? Well if I won’t tell you can’t tell. Come over here and sit on my lap. No straddle my legs and face me. Are we going to really f***? No sweetie. You are 13, and I’m not insane. But a little foreplay to give you your o***** would be a nice way to end your night. She edged up to me , saw the huge bulge in my pants. And spread her thighs apart and nestled her tight little a** on my legs. God she was warm. I parted her blouse snd palm ribbed her n******. A minute later she closed her eyes and leaned backwards, her tongue lolling in her mouth. I Slowely began sucking and licking her now hardening n******. Slurp. Slurp. I suckled her tips. Oh oh Mr John you really know how to s*** n******. She panted. Now I ran my fingernails from her spread open knees to her very inner thighs. She felt terrific and parted her thighs wider. I smelled her young eager p**** aroma. It was intoxicating. You smell so fresh sweetie. My name is Lizzie. Call me Lizzie. As I messaged her thighs she respread hrr thighs. Am I all drippy? She asked. I moved my fingers to the edge of her vaginal flesh. Yes swee Lizz you are a little slippery. Met I touch your very soft p**** Lizz? Yes yes I ran my fingers over the slushy slit. From a** hole to her c*** I let my fingers fiddle and wiggle in between her inner and outer lips. Nearly virgin as she was the flesh was delicate and lovely. My fingers and c*** tingled as I played with her p****. She gasped a little. Oh oh oh press on my c******* Mr John. Rub it gently. It’s all on fire down there.what’s on fire? My hot p**** Mr John. I know Lizz but it will get much much hotter . I felt up between her inner lips and gently rubbing her buttonwatcher her face contorted as she bit met bottom lip. Ooooo ooooo. Ooooo she slobbered. Yes honey let it go let it grow wild up into your belly and spread. I will get much more exciting. Her 13 yr old p**** enraged my c*** snd it twitched maddeningly. I caressed the wet button slowly and drew circles around it then tapped it seversl times. Then pinched it and then pressed on it. Then gripped the tiny button. Oh oh oh I’m i’m ( I stopped all movements. She unstiffenefd her torso and nearly collapsed. No no no don’t stop. Just for a minute. Your climb up will be even better. Oh s*** oh s*** I have to peepee. Go ahead let it come. She let loose snd peed into a cup i ok held. I watched her urinate and nearly blew my wad. She finished. I wiped her puss and slid my finger to her wet c******* again. Yes yes yes as I rolled my finger over the now very tender c*** I lifted her Fanny closer to my chest. Now my hot breath covered her c***. But also bared her tiny button slowly and hole. It was pink and puckered. Tho delicious looking I chose to use my other finger to eiggle it over her sss hole. She jiggled her a** cheeks trying to tighten them, but I pulled them apart and slid my index finger up into her lovely little yielding hole as fsr as I could. Once fullly inserted I wiggled it round and round and round. She gagged a bit but I gently lifted the hood on her c*** and sucked it into my lips. My waiting tongue began licking her c*** faster and faster. She grunted. She cried out as her wave of lust built up. As I sucked harder she waved her arms skyward snd grabbed her n******, pinching hard. A wild scream may have begun, but no sound was emitting from her gasping mouth. Her a** rippled and bounced on my legs. She stiffened and then looking into my eyes she collapsed against my body. Gasping for oxygen she sagged into e***** exstacy. Oh god oh god. I hugged her tiny body warmly. Was it good for you Lizz? I asked.

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