I'm a REAL Woman Now

Sometime over the past couple of years I FINALLY became ... a REAL woman. You know, how they told me we are: completely able to resist sex. IN CONTROL. Disgusted, even, by people controlled by their grody sex drives. Able to forget that ... I was one of them the whole rest of my life. Nauseated by things other women complained about but that never ever triggered my gag reflex before. So fucking weird. I guess I have more genuine empathy now? Aces are awesome, I've just never felt that kind of absence (though I did fantasize about it sometimes ... the relief).

It's been a strange, unfamiliar territory to wander. Seductive in some ways. I know this is how REAL women are able to make money on it. But so far I haven't quite gotten there to exploit this newfound immunity to hunger. I've just been reveling in this cruise over other kinds of pleasurable seas.

But ... it's wearing off. And I haven't been *completely* able to resist it. But when I come here to masturbate just for VERY QUICK & EFFICIENT RELIEF ... that's all it is. I find the shortest video possible, get off as fast as I can ... and forget about it. Almost. Sometimes. Anyway ... more than ever before. But it does look like maybe it's been a passing phase.