Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare

... sex, and that women do the opposite." I said, "You, as a woman, are taught that actually wanting sex is wrong, and shameful, yet it's perfectly fine for me to want it because I'm a man." "Well, yeah." she said dismissively, "That's the double standard." I sighed and sat up, trying to delay my need for sleep. She moved with me until she was sitting across my lap. I pulled the blanket around us and settled in. "Exactly." I said, "It's a double standard. The problem is that for some reason you still believe it." She cocked her head at me, seeming genuinely curious. "What do you mean?" "You don't have to let other people tell you what to feel." I said, "If you recognise that the shame you're feeling is nothing more than the result of an illogical, bullshit rule, then you should be able to understand that the shame itself is illogical... and bullshit." "It's not really that simple..." she said, frowning. "But it is." I said, "We're all taught that what our society says is right or wrong is so God damned important, but the thing is that our society is almost always wrong about things like this." "You're saying the basic morality of our society is just wrong?" she challenged. "When it comes to women and sex, yes." I said. "Women used to be considered basically the property of their husbands. You couldn't even vote until like a hundred years ago for fuck's sake. Western culture doesn't know shit about what is or isn't good behaviour when it comes to women. It's all just patch-work ...

... bullshit made up of outdated moralities and sloppy adjustments to rapid cultural changes." I shook my head, realising I was getting off topic. "The point is, when it comes to sex, you and I basically grew up in two completely different countries." I said, "As a man, our culture taught me that sex is something I should look forward to, and have lots of when I'm an adult, whereas you were taught that it's something to be feared, something you have to avoid as much as you can or else be seen as a slut." "But I am a slut." she said, angrily. "I come over here whenever I can knowing that you're going to fuck me. I'm a horny, disgusting slut." Her words surprised me, and confused me. My views on sex, just like with most things I knew at that point, were based on what I'd read on the internet. The people I'd talked to, and the things I'd read there had really influenced my personal morality. To me, the idea that sex between two consenting adults could be considered shameful in any way was as archaic as the idea that we should be waiting until marriage, or that a woman's place was at home with the kids while the man has to work. Just old, obviously outdated notions. I'd never felt a single trace of guilt towards my activities Jessica. I mean, guilt about whether or not I was dominating her properly, or hurting her too much, yes. Guilt about keeping it from my sister, yes. Guilt about having to ignore Jessica's love for me because I didn't feel the same way... yeah. But never about the ...