My cunt is not a sexual deathbed.
I think sometimes, She might be. I do not feel power, lust, or love from Her. There may be no static in my loins. You cannot strike a match to burn Her up; she may be flame retardant. I can be pressed, pulled, played with. I can be spanked, scratched, serenaded, sweetened up. Fucked, fondled, whining in fun or fear; She does not rise and fall with my heartbeat and my breath. She stays calm; but eager, but waiting.
Perhaps this is why I have always found erotic writing so reactive and unreal. Perhaps only unreal to me. I am relieved I no longer feel ashamed that I do not feel wanting - do not feel sexual desire - the way that is considered "the norm". I do not have a button. I do not have a switch, a magic word or a fingerprint password to all of a sudden want to fuck you. Do not take this for not feeling, not enjoying.
If my sex is taken on as a "challenge", it is one all contestants will lose. I think I will always appreciate my one patient and non-shaming lover. I hope He will always know that His pleasure defies my own; not out of service or submission only. But out of love for being a source of sexual pleasure.
**I desire to be the source more than I desire to contain it. **
The Petals of a loved & cared for pussy...
Bloom beautifully, just like any other flower. She is not more or less special. She is the Queen of the Night ; a strong dusk-loving cactus who does not take to blooming daily, nightly, or weekly. She remains closed and waiting till the hour strikes. Blooming ferociously, widely and unapologetic of how far Her petals reach.
Just because a cactus is well watered, sunbathed, and rested, She does not owe you flowers. She does not need to flower. She will bloom when She needs to, or when She wants to.
Isn't that just beautiful?
Epiphyllum oxypetalum, or The Queen of the Night...
..Is one of the most coveted flowering cacti of it's kind. Their large, luminous flowers only bloom at night, and even then rarely. Some only bloom once or twice a year.
Even then, the flowers stretch wide and brightly, for maybe 12 hours or so, before wilting and starting over, taking however long till another night seems right to bloom.
My Queen of the Night contains pleasure for those who seek Her, respect Her, see Her as a muse. Whether she is in full bloom, or prickled and in need of cutting.
Have you ever seen a Queen of the Night?
They're beautiful.