After I finally let Craig go to sleep, tucked against my shoulder, I stayed awake a while reading Shakespeare's
Hamlet
for my English class. I could smell my pussy on his breath and emanating from his face. He'd given me three beautiful climaxes tonight, once before supper, and two after I'd put away my class assignments for the night.
He was very excited afterward. I'd held his cock in my mouth with a warning against coming, even accidentally. I licked him, and sucked, and he moaned in delight until he'd tap my shoulder and whisper, "I'm close." I'd give him time to cool off, and start over again.
Finally, when he was clearly too near the edge to risk any more oral play, I propped myself on one elbow and slowly ran my finger around his glans and down the shaft.
"You know you're not going to come tonight, don't you?"
"I guessed as much, but I don't care."
"You're not at all like other men. How did you become like this?" I loved to make his cock twitch with just a feathery touch of my fingers.
"You mean letting a woman do this with me?"
I nodded. "You seem so utterly devoted to me and my pleasure. I didn't teach you that. You had those ideas before you met me."
"I don't know. I guess I've always been this way. I was five when the men in my family went away to war. For the next four years, I was raised by women—my mother, my aunts, my grandmother—and they banded together for mutual support. I grew up surrounded by all these loving women. The younger ones, including my mother, went to work in the war factories for twelve hours a day, and looked after the kids and the house after they came home. They grew tough, and they got used to doing things their way. After the war, the men came home and expected to go straight back to the head of the table. But some women had other ideas. I watched a lot of power struggles. Some were even violent."
I said, "So what you remember is that when the men were there, there was yelling and fighting, but when it was just the women, it was peace and contentment?"
He nodded. "Since then, it's been like an instinct—I don't just
think
that women are superior to men, I
know
it, right down to my core. Even after the rest of society had gone back to what it was before, with the men giving the orders, I still wanted to live in a world dominated by women."
I stroked the hairs on his belly, kissed the silky skin, and brushed my lips over the tip of his cock, encouraging him to keep talking. This was a precious moment between us, and I wanted to prolong it as much as possible.
"I thought women would be happy to have a man who wanted to pamper them and take care of their every wish. So you can imagine how upset I was when I'd finally reveal my needs to a woman and she'd be horrified. Some were disgusted and stormed out right away; others were more sensitive, and drew away slowly, trying to spare my feelings. But ultimately, they all went away."
"Until I came along?"
"Yes." He sighed. "My life was nothing, until you. Now it's perfect."
