Boys Should Be Boys

I want to talk about a phenomenon I find somewhat humorous without hurting anyone’s feelings. If you’ve done this thing with me, please don’t be embarrassed or think that I’m picking on you – I’m honestly not putting anyone down, but just bringing up an odd, behind-the-scenes reality that I think everyone will find at least interesting if not amusing.

So, a couple times a week, I’ll get an e-mail or a comment on one of my stories telling me how much the reader enjoyed it, then comes the funny part. I’ll get something like: “I REALLY ‘enjoyed’ it, if you know what I mean,” or “There was a big mess for me to clean up. Sorry for being so crass.” Also, variations such as: “I hope I don’t offend you by telling you about what your stories do for me, (and what I do to myself while I read them).” Very endearing, and I genuinely appreciate it whenever someone takes the time and effort to send me any kind of feedback, but I can’t help but be delightfully bemused by these sorts of apologetic admissions and tentative attempts to avoid offending me.

The main reason this gives me a giggle is that I write my stories for the express purpose of inducing people to masturbate with the heartfelt goal of inspiring a full-blown orgasm in all its glory! Explicitly telling me what you did to yourself while reading one of my stories, and the results thereof, is a HUGE compliment to me! The other thing that blows me away is that after reading one of my stories, full of perversion, filth, and the dirtiest words I can think of, that anyone would be the least bit concerned that I could possibly be offended by being told they masturbated and came to my writing! I’m a porn writer, for goodness sake! Jacking off, finger fucking, cum, and orgasms are my stock and trade! I probably masturbate more writing my stories than anyone does while reading them, so how can I be offended by anything at all, much less someone doing to themselves the exact same thing that I’m doing to myself?

My theory is that men have been so beaten down by feminist rhetoric that they reflexively feel any expression of their natural sexuality will be met with hostility if revealed to a woman (even a closet deviant like me). Before I get myself into trouble, I will declare (redundant though it may seem) that I believe in equal opportunity for all women and that there are many problems between men and women that need to be improved (and eventually resolved) when it comes to sexism and gender bias. However, I don’t believe that the way for us to raise our status as females is to tear men down – and I’m afraid that’s part of what’s happening. Men get punished for thinking and acting like men. In some areas this might be a good thing, but it seems to me that we’ve very much making the mistake of throwing out the masculine with the bath water.

As I say in one of my story site profiles (Lush, I think), “I don’t mind crude, but I don’t like rude.” It appears to be a fine line, but to me it’s simple. Be as filthy, and direct, and honest, and perverted as you like with me, just don’t be demanding, condescending, or arrogantly presumptuous. That’s rude, and no one likes that. I’ve had men contact me who have displayed each of those noxious qualities, and their messages go straight to the trash bin (as do the messages that are nothing more than “Hey there,” “What’s up,” “How are you,” or the like. If you don’t have anything more than that to offer, why are you bothering me?). Maybe I’m wrong, but I half expect these kind of inane overtures come from the same place – a man’s fear of saying anything offensive drives him to reach out in as innocuous way as he can in order to increase the chances of making a connection with a woman without “offending” her by revealing what he really wants. I suppose I can’t blame them.

So, many guys are reticent to come right out and tell me: “While I was reading your story I beat my swollen cock like a deranged fiend until my balls spasmed and I spewed a fountain of hot jizz all over myself. If I didn’t have my daughter’s panties stuffed in my mouth at the time, some of my own spunk would have shot straight into my mouth!” I find the kind of wary modesty I encounter funny given who I am and what I do, but I guess it’s also a little sad that men feel they have to self-censor even when dealing with a clearly depraved woman. I suppose I could chalk it up to them wanting to be gentlemen until they get to know me better, but I’m not so sure about that.

Yes, it’s odd to me, but (as I mentioned) I also find it endearing when someone is doing his best to avoid abusing my delicate sensibilities with nasty talk of penises, masturbation, and gooey ejaculate. After all, I am a mother, a wife, and a respected member of my community! One must assume that I don’t hold truck with strange men who would brazenly refer to their tallywakers and willymilk in the presence of a lady!

On a related note, I’ve noticed several women on Twitter vehemently complaining about unsolicited dick pics. Now, I can accept that there are women out there who don’t appreciate such things, but I can’t really fathom why anyone would get so incensed over it. If you don’t already know, I enjoy dick pics (solicited or not). NEVER have I been upset about seeing a cock, even when it’s one I haven’t asked for (although, if I saw one in the exam room while I was getting a pap smear, that might concern me a little). I’ve never been flashed before, but if the conditions were safe, I think I’d rather enjoy it! So, why all the rage over a generous man sending you a harmless photo of their junk? I take it as a gift, and I’m always humbly grateful that some man was willing to take a risk share his privates with me. I also know that men like for women to see their cock, and I would never want to be the one to deny them that joy.

The only thing that puts me off a little is when the lovely gift comes with an obligation. “Here’s an unsolicited picture of my dick, now you owe me a picture of your tits, pussy, ass, feet, armpit, bowel movement (yes, I’ve gotten that one), or all of the above.” The other common obligation attached to an otherwise welcomed gift is, “Tell me what you think of my cock.” I understand the desire to have your penis praised (or, in some cases, belittled), but it puts me in a bit of a spot. I’d rather just enjoy your dick for what it is rather than be given the added assignment of having to provide a review.

Okay, I’m wandering off topic. So, bottom line: Always feel free to be open, honest, and explicit with me. When it comes to that, I’m all but un-offendable. Secondly, all those snotty bitches out there need to stop complaining about dick pics, and be thankful anyone is willing to share their naughty bits with them (even if they’re a lesbian – it won’t kill you to look at a nice cock once in a while!).

Hmmm…now that I think of it, I’ve never heard a man complain about unsolicited pussy pics. Perhaps we will never resolve this sexism stuff as long as men and women are so different. And maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world when you come right down to it…

15 thoughts on “Boys Should Be Boys

  1. Rachel, I love how thrilling your stories are. I regularly stroke my cock to completion while reading them. As a matter of fact, I have my cock in hand right this moment, stroking it to full hardness because I need to cum so badly. Your stories are fantastic, and having a good orgasm as a result of the fruits of your dirty mind is an experience I have repeated so many times I’ve lost count. Looking forward to more stories… Especially Open Door Policy…
    https://i.imgur.com/I7Xunxn.jpg

  2. Thank you for this, Rachel.

    Yes, I think you’re right. Male sexuality is highly stigmatized. There is so much fear and revulsion connected to it in the public sphere. Just admitting to masturbate is a challenge for men of a certain generation. Men are either dangerous monsters, or pathetic losers, largely depending on how sexually comfortable they are. “Creepy, “”rapey,” “entitled,” “gross,” there are a whole lot of words used in thousands of articles talking about how men need to be sexless automatons.

    It seems strangely worse if you’re on the progressive end of things. There is almost no greater punching bag than the Feminist male. At least as far as how much pride must be swallowed, crow has to be eaten and shame displayed. It seems strange that the favored target of some Progressive groups are not people like Limbaugh or Hannity as much as people like Joss Whedon or Jon Stewart. The circular firing squad forms up quickly for any male on the left.

    All that said, of COURSE etiquette is what’s important, and that’s something it seems we have stopped teaching several generations back. It seems ever since the 90’s attitude and sass were in. Men can be all those shameful things, but I think it has less to do with what is between their legs and more to do with whether they ever learned empathy or manners. And the exact same goes for women. It seems like what women learned was that empowerment came from a sharp tongue and a self-righteous ‘tude. Three snaps and a wagged finger.

    Maybe “fish riding a bicycle” was a slogan that had some use in the 70s, but it only ever seemed to apply in one direction. Men are directed that the BETTER need woman. If not, they were pathetic losers or possible threats. But now I return to the beginning of my comment, so I’ll just close with this; I hope we can all try to be nicer to one another and more empathetic to the other’s perspective.

  3. Just my opinion / guess, based on experience: I think that many men have attempted to be ‘direct’ with a woman – and it didn’t work out well. I love it when a woman tells me “talk dirty to me” – but I’m still wary unless I know her extremely well, because few things can ruin a good time like the discovery that she doesn’t like the “c-word”. Or the “b-word”, or the”w-word”. Believe me, it only has to happen once to make a life-long impression.

  4. @JoeQ: Thanks for sharing your yummy stroke meat with me and everyone else! I’ll be thinking of you yanking that hunk of fuck flesh as I’m writing my next story. Also, thanks for the bathroom design porn as well – I’d love to get naked and play with myself all day in that luxurious looking sanctuary!

  5. Very interesting take on the subject. And very correct in my experience. Men, as a general rule, won’t get “crude” with a female they don’t know well or at least have an idea how she will react. It’s like walking in a minefield, at night, blindfolded. You are very fortunate if you survive. :)

    Finding females you CAN be “crude” with is a joy and a blessing. Thank you Rachael, for being one of those blessings.

  6. Billding, you’re right about that. It takes a little bit of beating around the bush (No pun intended) and playing a little bit of “do you like this or that?” to find out where people draw the line in the sand. People have varying degrees of taking dirty. Not to mention, “talk dirty to me” is different than “call me names”. Now, the real reason I’m commenting….What’s the “W” word?

  7. I blame Queen Victoria’s idea that women do not like sex and sex is an impolite subject of discussion, especially in mixed company. Although the idea predates her.

    I do not know about now, but when I was growing up, I was taught women are delicate creatures, that do not want to hear or talk about such things. So Rachael, to old farts, like me, you are an enigma, a woman who is not ashamed of talking openly about sex. I want to thank you for that. The silence has gone on long enough, it is time for men and women to openly discuss such matters.

  8. @Andy: From some of the things I’ve read, those Victorians were at least as kinky as we are today, if not more so. I’ve been toying with the idea of writing something based around a Hellfire club for a long time now. Now you’ve got me thinking that maybe I should make it a time travel story. Modern perv gets transported back in time. He is bummed out to find himself in such an uptight and staid society (no online porn! How can one survive?). Then he introduced to a Hellfire club and discovers the modern mode of beating off alone in front of a screen doesn’t compare with the debauchery that naturally arises within a sexually repressed population!

    I also think the persistent fallacy that women don’t like/want sex, and that it’s their role to resist sexual advances and be disgusted by any kind of sexual display, plays a big part in the blossoming of kinkier and kinkier porn. I believe that the attraction to some of the more extreme forms of pornography (gang bangs, bestiality, and (yes) incest) has more to do with seeing a woman not only enjoying sex, but being so desperately horny that she’s willing/eager to indulge in the most depraved sex acts that can be conceived. I also think this is an element of lesbian porn, but I don’t want to be politically incorrect and label that as extreme. If both participants are female, then at least one of them has to be enjoying it, right!?

    These antiquated ideas about women and sexuality are clearly wrong, but at the same time they do add an extra dimension of zest to our porn. I think it also enhances the sense of accomplishment when a man is able to get a woman into bed. If women were all as slutty as they wanted to be, it would take the challenge out of fucking us, and where’s the fun in that? Treating the pussy like the ultimate prize may be a hold over from a time when women were considered property, but it does have it’s advantages.

  9. I hope I won’t be too forward in saying I agree with what you say here.

    I hope I didn’t presume too much in saying that.

  10. I got a lot of mixed messages on how to talk to and behave around girls when I was growing up. My dad, despite being a self-described “pussy hound” back in the day, tried to teach me to treat women with respect and restraint. My mom, on the other hand, vehemently encouraged me to be as outrageously flirtatious as I could be, telling me things like “every girl likes a little pop on the ass, now and then.”

    A modern feminist would probably be horrified by her, but at the same time, my mom has never let any man tell her what to say or do, and openly expresses her sexuality in the way she dresses and talks, yet somehow doesn’t come off as wanton or slutty. She treats sex as something that’s supposed to be fun and not taken so seriously. For example, despite going to church every Sunday, she’s planning on buying my 94 year old grandmother a gigantic realistic-looking dildo for Christmas! Why? Because I heard my 94 year old grandmother watching a late night sex-toy infomercial (she had the volume all the way up) and told my mom about it because I thought it was hilarious. Apparently my grandmother is not quite the sweet old lady she pretends to be. I really enjoy my ability to talk openly and even explicitly about stuff like that with her. I used to hate it because it embarrassed me, but over time, her brazenness has helped me to loosen up and not be afraid of saying what I want to say regardless of the consequences.

  11. An insightful post.
    After I was done reading, I scrolled up again to look at the magnificent portrait of Zach Galifianakis and I started to stroke my hard cock like a monkey on crack until my I could feel it pulse in my hand and I shot a big rope of cum that made me groan out loud. Good thing I was holding my aunt’s dirty thong against the head of my cock at the time, otherwise I would have sprayed it all over my computer screen.

  12. I read to be aroused, nothing to be ashamed of but most women will belittle me for admitting it.

  13. Finally a woman who enjoys a random dick pic!! I have wondered about how I should phrase things when I respond to your stories, nice to know cocks and huge volumes of baby batter are welcomed. Love your stories,drive on with your internet persona!!

  14. Rachael – it goes to how men watched their father deal with and treat women, including their mother. I knew my father had a wandering eye, even though it took me a while to catch on, but my mother was another story. Sure she was prim and proper to those who knew here, but… I found a secret none of my siblings knew. She was a slut behind closed doors. Now, that doesn’t mean she bedded many men, but she certainly had her share of suitors before my father married her. Keep in mind, my mother was the daughter of a US Navy Captain, so she was in tune with the male psyche.

    Now, I typically don’t talk using “vulgar” language around ladies, but get them in bed and the shades come off. I’m not afraid to tell my woman what I want and desire (suck my cock, eat my ass, I’m going to fuck your ass and fill it full of my cum), nor have many of them been hesitant to tell me the same (cover my face with your cum, gag me, fuck my ass). To be honest, what goes on behind closed doors is my and my lady’s (or should I say ladies) business.

    I certainly hope your husband tells you in no uncertain terms what he wants from his little slut and I’m sure you’re not afraid to tell him to launch his splooge across your face. Keep up the great site and I await with bated breath upcoming chapters of Scavenger Cunt and Open Door Policy.

    Rupert

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