Are Today's Ladies Different from the 70s?

We were sitting around at the Health Club over the weekend listening to the chit-chat from the ladies. As one conversation blended into another Mitzie offered her opinion that it really was somewhat different from the chats we had in the 60s.

Back during the sexual revolution though women realized that they enjoyed sex, they really had not learned to talk about it as freely as the women of today. Sure, if you went to a bar with a couple of your friends and left with a man it was understood that you were going to have sex. But, you didn’t broadcast it about the office or the gym. Yes, you might discuss it with your very closest friends, but not like today.

Today I can sit in the steam room and listen to three women discuss the fact that they had all screwed Jane’s last night’s date. Not only do they say things like, “Oh, sure, Jane, I screwed him a few months ago. I didn’t think he was anything special,” but women seem to relish the fact that poor Jane was getting second best. What if Jane really liked the man? Forget that!

I have always held that a woman must have a friend or two who she can discuss sex with. I learned this early on. You simply can’t keep it all to yourself. What happens if you need a special doctor and you don’t have anyone to talk to.

Besides that who can you laugh and cry with about sex if not a close friend. I’ve found that sex can lead to both laughter and tears, sometimes both. It can also lead to sheer giggles. If you don’t have anyone to share those giggles with, more’s the pity.

I have a small coterie of very close friends who I call, discreetly of course, my “Fuck Friends.” These are women who are my age and who’ve had adventures similar to mine. They are ladies who, for want of a better description, are women who enjoy fancy fucking. I have built this group up over the years. Some come and go, others have never varied and who I’ve known for years.

They also serve a very important purpose. As we are great friends, having dinner once or twice a month so we can catch up and have that giggle. They are available for travel, parties and other necessaries. Let’s be honest here, if a man you’ve been banging asks you to introduce a friend of his to a friend of yours who are you going to suggest? Some twinkle toes from the health club with pouty lips, fake boobs and an ego worthy of Cleopatra? Of course not, hell, the man you know is asking for a women for his friend just like you. If a skier I know asks me to go to Lake Tahoe with him and Jack is going to go to. I sure know that Jack doesn’t want a novice he wants sophistication, nice looks and a fuck at night.

Part of this is keeping my two lives separate. I think I’ll blog on this whole topic one day, but for now it’s simply this: I’ve got my personal life that includes being a national officer of my professional association, teaching classes, writing a bit, and having a Mom who loves me and thinks I should remarry. The other is my gambling, Las Vegas, fuck around and still enjoy a good orgy now and then.

Never the two shall meet. I keep them separate and though I’ve had a few funny situations, I do not purposely blend them.

In other words I will never, under any conditions, sit around the steam room of my health club talking about last night’s conquest and how big a cock he had or how great it was to have him buy me dinner and suck him off in the parking lot. Jesus, I wish some of the modern women would get a grip.

Oh, yes, one last comment – There is nothing new about sex so stop talking like you’ve just invented the wildest blow job ever given to a man.

See you all next time!!