“I would recall my mission in life - pleasuring men. That was my condition, my status. And so I would offer my services anew, with renewed zeal, and with a simulated conviction that I even managed to convince myself was real. I faked it. I faked enjoying sex, faked my pleasure, faked knowing what the point of it all was. Deep down, I was ashamed of being able to do it all so instinctively, when others had barely experienced their first kiss.” MenSexWomenRelationshipsFeminism Book:Le Consentement Source: Le Consentement
“What he loved more than anything was making love. Who could blame him? When it came to sex, I oscillated between feeling all-powerful and completely apathetic. Sometimes I was filled with a feeling of intoxication. All this power, how easy it was to make a man happy. And suddenly at the point of orgasm, I’d dissolve into tears for no apparent reason. "Too much happiness," was all I could tell him when he showed concern at my sobs. For entire days, I couldn’t bear for him to touch me. And then the infernal cycle would begin again.” MenSexWomenFeminismAbuse Book:Le Consentement Source: Le Consentement