The Pleasure Principles

Why Do Women Fake It?

The answer is yes. I have faked it on numerous occasions. You may ask why, what benefit do I get out of it? It ends quickly. I have been a one woman cheerleader during sex just to get him to release so I can go to bed. Or get up and shower. Or just relax because I caught a cramp and I’m no longer in the mood to keep going. Or I’ve gotten mine and he is taking an unnecessary amount of time getting there.
I should probably get paid for how realistic I sound.

Truth is, even if you are not a talker during the act, hearing the other person enjoy themselves adds heightened intensity to it; it helps ‘get you there’ because sex has some mental aspect to it.

I do not fake it all the time; that would just give the other person a false sense of accomplishment in thinking they really are doing something in bed. But occasionally, yes, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Women fake it for you. To just lay there when you are not in the mood but don’t want to say no is like saying no. So we play the part and help the leading role reach the finale.

This technique can backfire, however, by giving the other person a false sense of achievement. Meaning, they think they did a phenomenal job beating the brakes off you in bed, when really their actions didn’t even start the engine. That’s the risk we take in faking it.

When it comes to sex, men and women differ in how they express themselves, say, to their friends. When a guy thinks the sex was great he will talk about it like he was a porn star. “Yeah, man, I had her hitting high notes like an Opera singer! She couldn’t get enough of me!”

When women talk about great sex, they talk about how good the guy was. “Girl, he was so good he had me up making him a full course meal!”

If a woman talks about how good ‘she’ was during the act, chances are you sucked and she is simply complimenting herself on her acting abilities and theatrics in the bedroom.
I don’t think faking it is selfish; it’s actually a very selfless act for the other person’s ego. You may be wondering, how can I tell if she is faking it? Sex isn’t pretty. If she’s overly concerned with her hair, or being cute, then you ain’t hitting the spot. When a woman is completely absorbed into the act, she doesn’t care how she looks as long as you keep giving it to her the way you are. Kind of like how you are with us. I know your girl may have teased you about your ‘sex face’ once or twice. It’s not pretty; but it’s so good you don’t even care!

Apologies

So when I started this blog a little over a month ago I think – no, I know – I was quite naive about the blogging world.

I am very ambitious and my intentions were in the best interest of creating a place where sincere advice, comical relief and the love of writing could exist in harmony.

Truth is, I’m 48 days from graduating with my 2nd Bachelor’s in Psychology, I’m stressed about whether I’ve been accepted into grad school, I work full time, this last semester has me stressed out with learning about neuroscience and bio psychology and I’m diabetic and trying to keep my health under control.

I do this often, biting off more than I can chew. But I’m no failure at anything I put my mind to, and I’m very passionate about this blog.

I’ll be changing up a few things. First, I’ll be posting less; I realize my enthusiasm may have ultimately been just flooding your inbox, to those who are subscribed. Also, I was getting burnt out trying to write daily. So for now I will only be posting on Mondays.

Second, I’d like to hear from you and get your thoughts on what you would like to read or hear about. So be on the look out for my new “Contact Me” page. For now, you are more than welcome to like my Facebook page and leave me comments on there.

I want to say a big thank you to all of my readers who encourage me and remind me that I made the right choice in creating The Pleasure Principles. I hope you continue to enjoy the journey as this site ultimately matures along with my novice experience.

Be blessed and continue to seek your pleasure and passion!

Dissolving Ignorance

I held myself back because I loved you.
I thought maybe you didn’t see me.
You saw me clearly – right through me.
Did I ever mean anything to you?
Did you ever really care?
No worries, dear love.
It’s neither here nor there.

I consulted your opinion
Because it meant so very much.
Making you a part of my life
When really you didn’t give a fuck.
I can’t say I was blind
Because I can fully see.
Now I see the truth
That you never meant for us to be.

We will always be friends,
You don’t deserve more than that.
But I gave you my heart
And all the love within it.
I loved so deeply hoping I could love you into loving me.
But the more I gave
The emptier I became.
Until there was nothing left but tears.

I had to break down my own door of illusion
And salvage what energy I could.
Loving you damn near killed me.
At least had me singing the blues.
I held myself back so you would notice me
But more oblivious I became.
Now I realize you’re the one who should be catching up,
But you’re quite content with where you stay.