Men and Women are different. Agreed?

However, in order to understand this it is probably better to think of them as ‘Male’ and ‘Female’, the reason being that the ‘difference’ is rooted in the biological.

You will have noticed this ‘difference’ of course; your knob might even have experienced a little twitch as you read the word ‘female’, your Awareness of gender difference being so intensified in your own biological make up right now (we say this assuming you are currently in your 3rd or 4th seven year cycle, i.e. between the ages 14-28). The desire for a shag doesn’t peter out at age 28, it’s just looked upon differently.

So to return to this ‘difference’, how you consider the subject largely depends on your age. If you are currently part of the age group referred to above your thoughts on ‘Womanliness’ envisage a physical creature you wish to strip naked, fondle in every human crevice then enter, thrusting your cock as deep as you can for as long as you can.

And of course there’s nothing ‘wrong’ with this, at least we don’t think there is – providing the female being entered is as enthusiastic for the encounter as you are.

However, despite all the energy you expend on this and however often you indulge in it you will learn very little about Womanliness. If anything.

Let’s back up a minute and consider the situation anatomically. As a male your tackle, when erect, is convex and shaped for penetration whereas the opening the female offers is concave and styled to receive.

Additionally, what the male ‘shoots’ is shaped like a torpedo, ideal to ‘hit’ the female’s target and begin the Life process all over again.

So much for the physical …. but it doesn’t get us any closer to understanding ‘Womanliness’, in fact we suspect what we’ve just described in terms of ‘male’ and ‘female’ could apply to a chimpanzee or a cocker-spaniel.

And the torpedoes aside, the action is all visible; but whilst we observe the female is sweating as much as you are, it doesn’t reveal anything about what makes her the mysterious creature she is.

So how can we find it, ‘dig it out’, bottle it and take a sniff when we want to remember what it was like, clinging as deep as we can to this ‘female’ even as we’re pumping like fuck? Meanwhile, she keeps her secret to herself.

Or does she? If she does, is

it deliberate or is this ability to spin an invisible web in which we males become not so much caught as absorbed, something which eludes her control?

Our penetrative cock (of which we’re oh-so-proud) can’t get to the root of it, but perhaps nor can she. It’s a primordial essence that’s always been a part of the package, perhaps – and we’re just guessing here – to sustain a balance to offset our greater physical power and, well, Balls.

What we think is that ‘Womanliness’ has to be accepted as a Mystery which is uncrackable. It’s like a lollipop that, however relentlessly you suck it, never loses its flavour; it’s like a fragrance which lingers, inexpressible, irrational, quite beyond the puny power of ‘Thinking Man’ ….

… so don’t make yourself sore fellas, kidding yourself you’ve the tool to plumb the depths; you don’t.

Settle for being a frustrated male and learn to wallow in your condition.

And enjoy it.