I keep trying to write something, and every time I get started the Expensive Kitten starts up with her mating calls and I feel my hold on sanity start to go.
Part of me feels bad for Expensive Kitten. When I'm horny, I can just say to the Russian Lover "Hey look, I need to borrow your penis for a bit." Then I can go on my way with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, and I dare say the Russian Lover isn't exactly put out. But there is no satisfaction for the Expensive Kitten. She just has to writhe around in the agony of lust until we yell at her to shut up.
I remember what it was like to not get laid on the days when it was absolutely necessary to get laid. Biology has set it up so that men WANT to get laid all of the time, and women NEED to get laid a few days each month; anyone who thinks that male horniness is more potent has not been around an ovulating woman. It's like we condense all of our sexual desire into a day or two. This is good news for men, because women tend to be picky. Most days of the month we have standards, and we evaluate men based on their intelligence, their socio-economic status, their charms, etc. But for a few days each month, every man that walks by looks attractive to us. And this is why women have vibrators. Otherwise...we shudder to think what we might drag home.
If you're a guy that gets a call from a woman once every month or so to come over...don't worry about dinner, she'll just grab take out and wine...then you are just a dildo that doesn't need batteries. Some guys might find this demeaning, but most guys will appreciate that they get to sleep with a girl every month without also having to bring her chocolate and listen to her btich for an entire week afterwards. The common term for this is a bargain. And women, they appreciate not having to do the work of getting off themselves. Everybody wins...unless you are trying to use your sexuality to validate some sense of intrinsic self-worth. In which case, the part where she tosses you out so she can get her beauty sleep instead of cuddling for hours will probably be devastating. But I'm sure she'll be happy to console you and your honorary vagina with some chocolate.