Despite the equity of it, some sexfights do not start mirrored with foreheads, nose tips, and mounds pressed together. No, some women find themselves seduced by the moment and challenge, expecting without doubt that the battle to come will be a long one, with turns taken and positions exchanged. Such assumptions may on occasion be born out, but with equal and perhaps greater frequency, does she who welcome her rival’s tongue find herself screaming, defeated, and broken as her will gives way to want, and her daring dissolves into desire.
Daring Dissolves into Desire
