Slick
I wonder if other chicks are as splendidly neurotic as I am sometimes. Am I the only one who feels mortified when I feel like I might have crossed that nebulous line from “self-lubricated and ready to go!” into “superfluity of cuntjuice”? I’m not talking squirting here. That’s another neurosis altogether. This is more like when bodies are curling and undulating against each other and tongue is pressing tongue and hands go down to explore my nethers and mouth breathes “you’re so wet“.
And for some reason I want to apologize.
I’m not making puddles or anything. There’s still plenty of friction. I just have this feeling that if my pussy were dispensing the normal amount no one would mention anything about it. So I worry about it. I worry that my glands are belying my “I’m not desperate for this sex I’m dying for us to have, I swear!” act. And it’s not like I’m always wet. No, I just get very wet when I’m turned on. So I can’t say “Oh, it’s been like that for years. Just ignore it.” I’d be lying! It’s really a highly sensitive feedback system saying, “Put something in me, you lovely creature you!” There’s something embarrassing about being completely unable to hide the fact that your body’s clearly expecting something.
Keep in mind that I feel terribly rude expressing sexual interest. But I can’t get around it sometimes. It took me years to train myself to keep from humping a partner’s leg when I was aroused. I’m not even sure I can train this away! I am such a horny, horny girl, and not at all discreet about it. Maybe it should take lots of foreplay before I’m ready to go. Maybe I should require a ladylike dab of lube. But that really isn’t me.
In that way, sometimes I feel like my pussy’s the most honest part of me. I can be very shy and timid in the moment, but once the panties are breached the truth comes out that I’m really into it. It’s not easy to play your erotic cards close to your chest when your knickers are dripping. But damn, sometimes I’d like to have the option of coming off a bit more demure on occasion.
On the other hand, I don’t spend much money on lube.
“you’re so wet” is a compliment, not a criticism. There is something splendidly erotic about a smooth inner thigh slicked with a woman’s juices.
I also get super-wet, but I never really felt neurotic about it. (Actually, it took me a while to realize that I wasn’t completely normal; I always thought lube was only for buttsex, fisting, and maybe post-menopausal women.) I always took “you’re so wet” as a compliment, and anyone who’s in a position to know how wet I am ought to be in a position to appreciate it.
Leg humping is somewhat more problematic.
Good grief, please don’t train that away! The alternative is not a ‘ladylike’ dab of lube, it’s either a ‘frigid-ice-queen-like’ dab or a ‘I’m-failing-to-turn-her-on-like’ dab. Imagine how you would feel about yourself with a man who, at the same age as you, required some artificial external stimulant get him hard; how he’d have to work to reassure you that he was always that way and it wasn’t a failing on your part.
“You’re so wet” is a compliment as ghardin and Holly say, but it’s also a celebration. Like “you’re so hard”.
Won’t take much web searching to verify that porn producers think porn consumers prefer very wet by a ridiculously gigantic margin. A search on dry pussy reveals it’s pretty much only there for Rule 34.
If a man didn’t like wet, I’d guess he didn’t like that you were enjoying it. That’s something I can imagine from Reginald Sleeth.
@Mousie00 You make a compelling argument. I do like hard cocks.
In fact, you all make excellent points. My hang-ups number in the many.
Mousie00 is right “You are so Wet” is sort of the equivalent of You are so Big… or Hard. It is meant as a complement to your sexiness.
You can use your “wonderlube” for lots of things if there is so much. Most guys love it when a woman touches herself… Touch your self and then put your fingers in his mouth. That will likely make him wet also.
As a male, it would be a quite exciting to find such wetness!
I thought it was just me. One of my friends swears by lube and I always though it was her. But i guess it’s me. Oh well. I’ll get a tattoo that says “Niagara Falls” and call it a day.