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As part of my willingness to experiment with embracing more of the vulgar side of sex & sexual energy, I’d like to make a bold declaration.
This is something I’ve never admitted publicly, but am dying to express because it’s a special part of my erotic nature & it continues to influence my sexual expression.
Here it goes.
I am a cock crazy woman.
Yes, it’s true. I am a cock worshipper. I love the D, the wang (& not just the ones attached-to-the-skin). I think penises are one of the most beautiful, most interesting parts of the human body (vulvas are #1, but I’m biased, of course). I get such a thrill & excitement at the sight of them.
Especially my husband’s.
It could be considered a kind of sickness how infatuated I am with his cock, how much I admire his girth, his length. Whenever I can, I find ways to commune with it—to touch it, to grasp it, to come up with new ways to arouse him. I’ve even taken photographs of it.
(I’d say that his penis & I are kindred spirits, but I think that would sound weird.)
Admittedly, I have a hard time keeping my hands to myself, & he’s jokingly said that I must have some kind of honing device that can, almost instantaneously, locate his penis—no matter what he’s wearing or how he’s sitting.
Have you ever seen a second-by-second play-by-play of a flaccid cock becoming hard? I find this the most fascinating. I can watch this miracle unfold over & over, & each time it is novel to me, exotic. That I can sometimes just glance at his penis & it begins to lengthen & harden is extraordinary to me.
I saw an article once that went in-depth about why it is women can’t orgasm just off of giving oral sex alone, & reading this I remember feeling flabbergasted. Certainly, some women can’t—one woman’s turn on is not all women’s—but the idea that this article was conveying that all women cannot climax from giving head enraged me.
I love giving head, love watching my man writhe & pump with pleasure when I take him into my mouth.
I feel my most powerful when I have an erect penis in my hands, as though I am the Queen of Penis, a well-skilled maestro of his erection.
I sometimes get off on just that one notion—that I am the Duchess of Dick & he is simply putty in my hands.
Perhaps you’re reading this & wondering why it’s important (or relevant) for me to boldly proclaim my captivation with cocks. And I will tell you.
It’s important because my old story was one of sexual shame, where just the sheer idea of a woman proudly exclaiming she enjoyed sex was radical, never mind the fact that she takes pleasure in the look & feel of penises.
It’s important to me because it’s often misconceived that being a feminist means the disintegration of cock appreciation.
It’s important to me because it’s a significant part of my sexuality, & not only is it vital for me to put words to my turn-on, it deserves to be celebrated—even if it is perverted & unlady-like.
And I realize that this admission might make you lose respect for me, or that it might make you judge my decision to essentially come out in this way.
But I also realize (& am holding onto hope) that my admission will help other cock crazy women come forward in their cock craziness. That they will find a sense of solace in my confession because they’ll finally know they aren’t the only one; that their turn-ons are valid & worthy of being celebrated.
Sexual liberation doesn’t happen in isolation. It happens when we openly witness the sexual agency, ownership, & empowerment of others.
So, if you’re a cock crazy woman, confess it to your penis-having partner. Tell them why you adore it. Tell them how much you enjoy pleasuring it. Tell them how grateful you are that they have chosen you to access & explore this very private & intriguing part of theirs.
Maybe tell your besties, too, that you’re cock crazy, & be OK with the strange looks or remarks they give you, because they’re warranted in their wide eyes. But also tell them of the importance of owning your own sexual tastes. Tell them of the importance of embracing your inner perversions, & encourage them to embrace their own.
Tell them you’re on a path of sexual awakening, & that as part of this journey it’s vital that you create dialogues & release shame around what turns you on.
Or. . . even better: Share this post & proudly proclaim your cock-craziness.
There’s power in admitting, in honoring. And even if it means it’s between you & your secret diary, your sexual liberation depends on bringing light to your innermost desires.
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Hey! Let’s talk about masturbation!
I do it. You do it. Let’s talk about it.
Next month, I’m going to be creating & facilitating a project that publicly highlights stories & discussions about masturbation & the intimate, intricate relationships we have with our sexual selves solo.
I’m looking to feature your personal story to witness, celebrate, & hold space for your radiant sexuality—all in the hopes of provoking sex positivity & others’ sexual liberation.
If you’d like to submit your story or hear more about the month-long project, click here.
*Deadline to submit is April 28th. Anonymity is an option!