It’s a long night in Collegetown, I’m batting my eyes, flirting with a few guys. I just got a number, and this one particular guy eyeing me at this bar has this dark mysterious aura surrounding him (maybe it’s just the fact that he’s wearing all black and alone). I go up to him, speak in a low, sultry voice, and after a few minutes ask him to come back to my place. Of course, he’s surprised, this is typically the guy’s part, why would I skip the flirting that most girls require? Why am I so hungry to have him over?
It all comes down to a simple animalistic character trait when it comes to sex and all things related. Ask yourself this: are you a lion or a koala in bed? Do you assume the power, or do you accept it? Neither is better, really, without the lion, there’s no passion. Without the koala, well you’re better off browsing Brazzers with your bottle of Aveeno. The common misconception is that most males are the power-hungry, sex-crazed ones, and females are the subservient, moan-at-the-right-time, ones. I, however, am here to let you in on the fascinating minority of females yearning for power before, during, and after sexual acts.
You see, taking a guy back to my apartment under my terms fills me with this fire in a place that even a sex god couldn’t satisfy. I bring him over, I take my top off, I get right down to business. In fact, oral is my favorite part, because I get to grasp his entire manhood in my right hand, and taste his entire pride on my tongue. I can make him squirm, I can make him shiver, and I can make him grin like a 12-year-old who just got his first boner. I’ve rationalized it so much in my brain, that’s probably why I like head so much. Ha.
Sex is all about power, and it’s become increasingly common for women to crave it. We don’t just receive the glory of the penis anymore, we control it. In fact, the other day I reached a huge triumph of the 100th person I’ve ever hooked up with. Yup, I even have a list where I state the name of the person (if I can remember), where the hook up was, and I rate them with an iPhone emoji, of course. Sure, I went through moments where I wasn’t sure why I was bragging about my list to myself and my close friends, but after some contemplation I came down to the realization that all of these people are my conquests. I was able to woo them some way or another, and I won. I’ve succeeded. Of course, some of these hook ups were incomplete, or awkward, or uncomfortable in some way. But looking back at them now, I am thrilled that each one of them happened. Each hook up adds something to me, and allows me to learn about my sexuality a bit more. Hell, my first blow job was in college, after I blatantly asked a guy to teach me, and led him to my freshman dorm. Since the beginning I’ve had the power, I’ve craved the power. And I believe that’s why sexual acts are so fun for me, I’ve started to need it. And knowing he needs me makes me need it more, and the cycle continues. I urge everyone to try it, if you’re the koala, try being the lion, try assuming the power. You never know how much more satisfaction that will cum. Ha.
Sexy Sadie is a student at Cornell. Comments may be sent to [email protected]. Sex on Thursday appears alternate Thursdays this semester.