SEX ON CREDIT.

PROLOGUE.
Women live under many delusions and illusions, but the greatest of these delusions; the sweetest of these illusions, is that sex for them is free.

WOMEN ARE HAVING SEX ON CREDIT.
There is no such thing as free sex. Only dumb Women believe sex doesn't cost them a thing. That it costs only the man. They mock and laugh when a man is broke but burning with passion for they know he has no hope of getting relief. It feels so good dangling sex before thirsty men, cruelly declaring, "there's nothing for free!"

True, there's nothing for free. But it goes both ways. There's nothing for free for women too. In sex, everyone pays, one way or the other. Sooner or later. And the irony of ironies is that sex is cheaper for men than it is for women. Men pay for sex IMMEDIATELY with money. Money they will make again tomorrow. It may seem like they got the short end of the stick. But as economists will advise, it's always cheaper to pay upfront with cash.

But women, on the other hand, pay for sex much later, with something much more valuable and impossible to make again: THEIR BODIES. If it appears as though women are having sex for free it is because women are having sex on credit. Every round of sex recorded in their Account Books and tagged "To pay later". And they're in for a shock on the day they have to settle their accounts.

THE GENIUS OF THE PATRIARCHY.
The Patriarchy was, is and will always be, the greatest idea of all time. It understood this concept intimately. A woman is given her beauty and fertility early in her life and has to use the beauty to get the best man to marry her for her fertile womb. After serving it's duty in the woman's late 30s and early 40s, the Womb expires, taking the woman's beauty with it. The man who married the woman for her beauty and fertility finds that his wife, after menopause, is no longer attractive and no longer productive. He longs to leave her for some nubile early 20s girl. But the children he has fathered with his wife make him stay.

Thus a woman, gives a man her best years so that the man can be there for her in her wretched years.

A WOMAN WITH NO MAN.
Now, remove a husband from that equation.

Meet Sandra, a pretty, fertile young lass screwing her 20s away receiving cash, gifts and favours for her pussy. She imagines men are unfortunate losers who have to pay for what she gets free. It's like watching a movie free and getting paid to watch! Thank God she was born a girl.

But come mid 30s Sandra makes a startling discovery: she has to use more and more make-up to maintain her good looks. Which means one thing: Her beauty is fading! Five more years even she can't stand her morning face and applying makeup is becoming a two hour exercise. Then more bad news. Male attention starts drying up. Where per day she gave her number to no less than two men, she's now lucky if one man asks for her number a week. It's hurting her, because No male attention means no sex and no sex means no cash and gifts.

She starts going broke. How she wishes she had a man to call and unburden on. Someone to lean on. Then the words of her 20s self come to memory, "marriage is not for everyone" , "Marriage is outdated!". She remembers the young men she rejected with those words when they asked her to build a future with them. Oh if she could have that future now. She sees those guys around town. They are married. They have wives and they look happy. Most of all they look Handsome. Gone are the weird looks the men had. They have matured with age, like wine. Time has been kind to them. Unlike to her.

Then Sandra sees the men who used to fvck her giving her cash and gifts. These men have similarly aged nicely and are easy on the eye. And what pierces her heart like a burning sword is this: THE MEN STILL HAVE MONEY. Despite spending on her over the years, they made more. She looks at her body. Years of sex have left their toll. Saggy breasts. Saggy ass. Loose thighs. The dead look in her eyes. The slut face that gives away the hedonistic life she has lived for so long. The dozens of babies aborted that have left her womb more cemetery than life-giver. The dozens of STI cured that have left their mark on her pussy. Envy fills her heart. She approaches those men offering her body like old times, but they reject her. They are running with fresh young ones. Her time is past. Her body is spent.

Envy turns to anger as she realizes she will never again get these men to spend on her.

THE END OF ILLUSIONS.
The illusion finally lifts from Sandra's eyes: The sex all those years was not free. She has paid for it in perhaps the worst possible way: with her body. The only thing of value we all have in this world. The men she fvcked had paid in cash. But cash is recyclable. The men have made more cash to continue fvcking. But she has paid with her body and her body isn't recyclable. It is gone now and it can't make her money because no man will want it. Sandra is hurt.

# MeToo.
But fvck it!! They are still making money aren't they? Those men? She will get them to spend on her whether they want to or not. Even if she has to force them to. There are men who are always ready to help a woman out in these situations. She knows where to find them. Those men are the Police.

And so, one fine morning Sandra walks into a Police Station and lays a rape charge.

Her story begins something like this, "15 years ago some men raped me... "
By next day her story is trending on Social Media with the hashtag MeToo. A few more innocent men ruined. One more whôré saved from starvation by the TV appearances and book deals she'll get relating her story for the world to sympathize over.

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