I’ve been asked many times since starting this blog, “Do you really feel like a woman?”, “Do you really want to be a woman?” “Why do you want to be a woman to a Man instead of being a Man’s Man?”, “If a Man wanted a woman, wouldn’t he just be with one?” I once had a post on my blog, one that Tumblr doesn’t allow anymore, that showed two men ejaculating, one by stroking his cock, the other by working his hole with a dildo and the caption read, “Men and manwives may have the same plumbing but they’re not wired the same.” On the other hand, manwives and women are different physically but our wiring is similar therefore we share many of the same traits and emotions all hidden underneath a manly exterior. However, being that manwives are still male, we realize the importance of supporting Men and building them up instead of tearing them down which seems to be the norm in today’s society.
I’ve never had an actual desire to be a biological female but I have a female mindset in addition to my male mindset. When I played football, I didn’t want to be a female cheerleader but I wanted to be wrapped in the arms of the quarterback like one of the female cheerleaders. I wanted to feel safe and secure in his arms, I wanted him to protect me and look out for me the same way I protected and looked out for him on the field. I wanted to go out on dates with him and be made to feel special just like one of the female cheerleaders. I use to make him cookies and cupcakes and tell him that my mom made them, however I did take credit for the leather belt I made him because that was considered a “guy” thing. I remember our last game he got hurt and had to be taken off the field by EMS. Whereas that made the other players angry and play that much harder, I began to shed tears which made me play much harder; scoring two touchdowns one of which was the winning touchdown; I did it for him.
When I become aroused, my body responds similar to that of a woman rather than a Man. For example, at the first instance of arousal, my cock isn’t the first thing to respond, my hole starts to twitch first, then I feel pulsing sensations between my legs. It’s like my cock gets hard, well semi hard, as a result of everything that I’m feeling inside of me already. While having sex with a Man, I just naturally moan like a woman, it’s nothing intentional, I just do. During intercourse, my cock takes on the role of a woman’s clit. It’s not a primary source of simulation, but while the Man is inside of me, I find myself rubbing it the same way a woman rubs her clit while getting fucked. When I orgasm, it’s rare that I spill any of my seed, rather, I feel a strong throbbing sensation between my legs that feels the same as if I were spilling it. From time to time, it does rise to the occasion but I love it when it stays within. My Man’s nipples are not sensitive at all but mine are very sensitive and get hard when I’m aroused. When my nipples are sucked, pulled or bitten, my hole responds and not my cock. As far as wanting to get pregnant, who doesn’t want to have a child with the Man they love and share a life with?
Now, where I part ways with many women of today is that I love being a support system for Men. I love helping Men in anyway that I possibly can. I love using my life and career skills to help them in all areas of their lives. Being a support system doesn’t mean fading into the shadows and waiting to be told what to do but a supporting role, might mean taking the lead from time to time and maybe for a good length of time. When he’s down or feeling overwhelmed, you’re gonna have to step up and come through for him. Working as a team doesn’t always mean you’re going to be side by side, just know that you’re working to accomplish the same goal(s). Other areas where I part ways with many of today’s women is that domestic duties don’t bother me. I mean who wouldn’t want a clean and healthy environment for the one they love or want them to eat good and healthy meals and nurse them back to health when they’re sick? If you really love someone, these things aren’t a burden at all, in fact you’re always trying to figure out what more can you do for that person to make their life easier.
In closing, I guess, I’ll just say that whatever I am, I love what I am and my Husband loves it too and that’s all that matters in the end.
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