A lover should want to bring it...every time

I'm a listener.  I listen to men.  I listen to women.  And mostly I listen to myself.  I'm fully attuned to my needs, my desires, my dreams.  It seems that not everyone is.  So many people are out to get theirs that in the end they overlook the part where they're supposed to be giving.  While Americans will give to charity, to churches, to causes, it seems many forgot to give to their partners.  Regardless of the size of the equipment you're working with or the package it comes in, it should be a point of pride for partners to pleasure each other well.  Not that in the dark, two minutes, missionary style for the purpose of procreation but that hot, midday, sweaty, straight bringing it for pleasure type lovemaking.  It seems too many people aren't getting this, and thus they turn to other outlets such as romance books to get that...to be that heroine who is getting that kind of loving.  Is this a good thing?  For romance writers yes...for relationships, probably not so much.
What say you, lovers?

The Art of Enjoying

Hello Lovers, It's Dolce,
Despite those four days a month, the constant battle with gravity to keep things where they were meant to be, and the skyrocketing price of mascara, I enjoy being a woman.  I enjoy being a woman because I enjoy men (and the occasional woman, and that one time in university I enjoyed two men at once).  Ahh, memories.  Mostly, I enjoy the passion that can erupt between a couple.  I enjoy the touch of a rough calloused hand against my smooth skin.  I enjoy the feel of hands tangling in my hair.  I enjoy the visual of a gorgeous man stalking his woman peeling away layers of clothes with each step.  I enjoy the anticipation of the possessive lovemaking he's going to give her when he has her in his bed...or against the wall...or on the hallway floor.  I love the sting of an open-handed smack on my bottom, the sharp nip of teeth against my shoulder, the feeling of fullness when he surges into me with one powerful thrust. 

I enjoy being a woman.  And I made the mistake of telling my friend who doesn't know how to let a damn thing go.  As a result, you will get to enjoy the things I enjoy.

I write erotica.  Hot, steaming, does your mother know you talk like that passion.  And now I write it for Beautiful Trouble.  I hope you enjoy my tales.  All five-thousand words of them.  I only write teases.  5000 words exactly.  No more; no less because an orgasm should be obtainable in that amount of prose.

Let me know how you like it.  My first book: Sugar Honey Iced Tea (named for my liege's favorite beverage) is coming soon.  Enjoy it like I did.

I will leave you with a quote from Madonna.  "Everyone loves you when they're about to come." 

Enjoy, Dolce