He held her soft round rump between his hands and continued ramming his thickness deep into her. She kept screaming, “deeper… get it deeper… yeah deeper..” He was tired of her continuous chorus of instructions.

He wanted her to just shut up and let him do his thing. It was monstrous for a women to instruct him at his art form. That’s what sex was an art form. A practiced exercise that only the best excel at… with a line of dames waiting for his stealthness… his hardness… his man ness. Sex was a man thing. The women is a simple vessel waiting to be filled.

A warm hot, sometime wet and ready, hole made for pleasurable penetration. If only she would shut up… All a women needed to do was lay there and move when told to. She would enjoy herself as long as she did what she was told. Not visa versa. He was not the one that was suppose to get instructions. Not him… not the master of masters!

She moved under him and started to complain. He lost his concentration and started to swear. “Man oh man… why did you do that? I was just about to cum!” “It started to hurt! You understand hurt?” she replied. She was tired of this man. She had dated him for almost 3 months. The first month they concentrated on getting to know each other.

At first she wasn’t that interested in him… and definitely not sexually. But not having sex for several months had made her HORNY! Yep she was human and had needs. Being a single women, it was sometimes hard to fill those needs. If you gave out too much or too early you were considered a whore! A cheap tramp that didn’t know when to close her legs. She hated how society viewed sex. Men could have sex with as many women as they could handle. They were suppose to smell and spread their nectar.

A women though was considered cheap, a whore, a slut and whatever other words anyone could come up with, if she followed her needs! So she decided after a month some sex even with him was better than no sex. But when it was boring or it started to hurt… well no sex was better!

She rolled off the bed and headed for the shower. She needed to get his scent off her flesh. Perhaps he would leave. Usually that was not the case. He stayed around and watched TV, hoping that they would do it again. He had sex on his mind. She felt like a tree with a whole.