Scissoring

April 9, 2012

I’m just going to cut through the crap right now. This is not about crafts. It’s not about getting fancy with a sharp pair of scissors and making festive decorations for any celebration.

It’s about sex between two women.

If you don’t want to read it, stop now. I know how I am. It’s going to get graphic.

I’m hip to what’s up, you know? I’m aware that we aren’t all the same, that people love who they love.

I’m not ever going to come between that.

Look at me. I’m with a woman 13 years older than me, and I’m happy.

Different strokes, my friends.

Some people (gay and straight alike) like doing butt stuff. Some people like to get down with people watching.

The list goes on, but I’ll spare you the horrors of the Internet.

And some women like other women, and they really like bumping uglies with these other women.

Call it what you want. Tribbing. Bumping Doughnuts. Bearded Clam Jousting.

All of these are just other names for the act known as “scissoring.”

Now, I’m not a woman (clearly). I know some women who are lesbian or bi, and the only one that I’ve had the balls to ask about it in-depth HAS NOT ever scissored anyone. She actually doesn’t understand the appeal of the whole thing.

I think I have figured it out.

The act of making love is more of an instinctual act than people like to admit. Frankly, we were made to have sex.

And, in the absence of a penis, I assume that the humping, grinding motion must still continue. Enter: scissoring.

The women position themselves so that their vulvas are touching, and they rub them together until they feel like stopping. The awkward positioning of the legs makes it looks like two sets of scissors, hence the name.

While even my bisexual friend whom I assume wishes to rename nameless can’t understand the function, I believe I can.

One woman takes place of the man (minus the penis). The friction and rubbing of both parties’ “lady junks” together should bring one or more parties to climax. At least, I would assume.

Again, I don’t have a vagina of my own, but it goes without saying that I have at least a baseline understanding and moderate amount of experience with them. I mean, as long as you are rubbing one the right way, it’ll do at least a small amount of good.

So… why not rub them both together and kill two birds with the proverbial stone?

I mean, you’ll catch the clitoris on all the good stuff, and most women don’t climax from penetration alone. It’ll be just like rubbing around with a finger, a dildo, a penis, what have you.

It’s just… another vagina. It’s still sex.

And frankly, I’ll always understand the appeal of sex.

ghjr

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This is not included in the 500 word limit.

Thanks to Jimmy Halpenny for the challenge.

I attempted to be a bit more tasteful with the sex in this one than I have before. Of course, I was trying to prove a point in this, not shock.

I had to pull out my brain and shove it right into a vagina, the very place it belongs.

Truly ghjr.

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