Women are not unicorns

Not out loud, but it seems to you that he is in command. Like a man's penis.

You know, such a small dude, a rudiment of a penis, a kind of masculinity in us.

They say we didn’t want it, but they gave it to us.

So a woman should only receive seminal fluid with the help of a hollow tube on the way to the uterus, then bear an heir to her husband, and finally give birth. And then suddenly it turns out that she also has a penis. And that she can cum no worse than a man.

Well, no, what are you talking about, these are all the machinations of the devil. Certainly Eve and the early women of the Bible did not have such a thing. It was then that someone’s labia mutated and their skin grew on top of the opening of the urethra.

Just an evolutionary error, a satanic creation, a genetic mutation of alien forces.

Brad, really?

A woman is not a reproductive robot. This is a man. The human body of both sexes experiences orgasm.

The clitoris is not a rudiment of the penis; in my opinion, it is a real penis that does not need to be inserted into anyone, and looks more aesthetically pleasing than a man’s.

There is no need to be ashamed of him. Take a mirror and take a good look at this beauty. This thing is yours. It was not slipped to you by accident. You chose it yourself.

Do you know how it could be?

You are so sexless, wandering around somewhere in space, I don’t know, in the clouds, in the hardware market.

— Here are some. Brown, pink, white, curved, S, M, L, XL

— Oh! What's so cute about this?

— And this is the clitoris, small, but the effect is the same.

— How much it costs?

— Just a vagina, a uterus and painful childbirth to boot.

— Hm. Is it possible without them?

— Only if you choose those “Georgians.”

— I don’t want “Georgians”, they are funny. Let's make it more expensive.

That's about it. Well, I'm lost here. Someone could have had such a conversation.

— …Only if you choose those “Georgians”.

— Come on, they're cheaper. I will tell everyone that this is the latest fashion, this thing is the coolest.

Men, sorry, this is a book for women, your insults will not be accepted.

Girls, stop considering yourself a scum of evolution or a devilish creature. Your penis is no worse than a man's. He is just as sensitive, he can erect and cum no less often than a man.

And don't look at the fact that there is no sperm, it is needed as part of the process of childbirth, just like your uterus.

For pleasure you need two penises and their stimulation, that’s all.

Ideally, when inserting the penis, the clitoris is excited by the friction of its legs at the entrance to the vagina.

But this doesn’t happen for everyone, and you have to stimulate the hood itself with your fingers and tongue so that both partners get what they want.

Therefore, perceive your clitoris as a dignity no worse and no less than that of the stronger half of humanity. I guarantee you, your self-confidence will increase exponentially.

Menstrual cycle and hormones.

This is another part that you and I don't fully understand.

Let's go in order.

A cycle is something closed, going in a circle.

In the dictionary, this is a set of any phenomena, processes, or works that complete a complete circle of development over a period of time. (Greek kyklos, lit. wheel)

That is, between bleeding there is something else that happens in the body and we do not see it. Otherwise, our periods could be called recurring bleeding.

But inside the body preparations for conception are taking place. And every month it is the same.

The uterus has opened and is sitting there waiting, folding its arms and looking down the tube.

The ovaries are as follows:

— I’m on duty this month, and you take a rest.

— Agreed. (and started snoring)

He sits sculpting the egg, growing it in the follicle, like a teacher over a schoolboy during an exam. He knows that the bell is about to ring, and the student will run away headlong towards adventure.

This is all the first phase of the cycle. Follicular. It has its own set of hormones.

Then comes the second — ovulation. This is the moment when the uterus is already impatient, fidgets in the chair, bites its nails, and cheers for its own.

He looks towards the pipe with his palms up.

Ovary, saddened: his best student has just run away from class. Well, at least I passed the exam with an A. A healthy egg came out of the follicle.

The sperm did not come. Like a pimply teenager, she went home crying. Or maybe like a beauty imprisoned by a dragon, if the pipes are sealed.

Or maybe the guys came, but were too weak to charm the girl. Or worse, she has allergies.

During ovulation, the body is controlled by other hormones. Their composition is the same, the leadership is different.

The third phase begins — Luteal.

Ovary has covered the desk of the runaway student with a yellow bow and won’t let anyone in there anymore. Therefore, there are no more eggs. Our teacher is simply losing students and, strangely enough, is not recruiting new students.