Full steam ahead, or slow and low? Examining the merits of leisurely lays versus rabbit-quick rutting.
Mankind was shot out of the great gash in the sky to populate the Earth, and presumably as quickly as possible. It’s why billions of blathering yahoos, imbeciles and inbreds now inhabit this rotten planet, making it less than tolerable for that sliver of humanity still operating with a semblance of common sense. And it’s mostly the men we have to blame for this gruesome reproductive boom. Hell, soon after a dude gets his first stiffy in his teens, he sets out on a seek-and-destroy mission to mount as much muff as humanly possible. If a lady so much as dares give that horny bastard the slightest peek at her sweet poontang, he’ll try to take her to Pound Town so fast it’ll make her head spin. While some men eat like they were raised by wolves, others screw as if they were spawned by meth-crazed rabbits, inadvertently causing them to plunge away at pussy as if they were a plumber feverishly working to unclog a hefty shit from a public toilet.
So surely, beating that vagina up is what the ladies want, right? After all, if a man has enough sex with women, he’s bound to hear one of them make a raucous demand to kick that cock into gear, perhaps something like “Faster, you big-balled fuck; fucking fuck me faster!” This is one of those diddle-time declarations made to affirm, at least in his mind, that she needs him to tickle her innards at a higher clip. Women have said this sort of thing enough times that high speed has become a sexual standard for a lot of young studs.
“My favorite position is probably doggy, and the slow, mushy crap doesn’t work for that.”
Laurie
It appears, however, that women don’t always want it fast. Or at least no so fast.
To hear some ladies tell it, the desired speed of screwing really all depends on the moment. Come home from a night of tequila shots and public displays of affection, for instance, and she probably won’t balk at getting railed aggressively into the headboard. A modest night removed from any such drunken debauchery, though, might require a fellow to take a slow and sensual approach. It’s this ever-changing criteria, some men argue, that causes an insurmountable wave of confusion.
