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In my life I have learned, unfortunately, that female solidarity is a beautiful urban legend and therefore does not really exist. We girls are 'territorial' and there is little to do, it is our nature. Often or almost always we see other women as 'rivals', even if we try to be friends, or we pretend to be friends - and we delude ourselves that it is such even though we know it's not true - just to show men a common front. Because in the end there is nothing that scares a man more than a united front of women, it terrifies him and, at the same time, excites him. But returning to our way of marking any territory, this happens in an aspect of life, especially when we interact in an environment where there are more men. Even if these men don't interest us, instinctively we women compete to be the most beautiful, the nicest, the most admired and, why not, even the most sluts. I admit to having fucked men only for the satisfaction of stealing them from women I dislike .. why am I such a slut? I have never denied that I am. However, in my experience, there is a circumstance where female solidarity exists and that is when two or more women share the same man. It seems strange because from the theoretical act of being the object of a man's desire we have passed to the practical act of making him enjoy, but in that moment the rivalry disappears and we really work together to enjoy and make our partner enjoy. In that moment the man is in our complete arms and paradoxically the competition becomes collaboration .. we worry if the friend is enjoying, both helps each other up to the moment of maximum female solidarity. I turn to women ... if you have shared your man with a friend and, in the end, you have not swapped his sperm with the other girl, you have only half enjoyed it. When two women make a man cum together there is no me or you ... there is a simple 'we'. And in the supreme act of this moment of sharing we exchange the flavors together with the tasty one of a hot cumshot ... we make it pass each other through our mouths, on our tongues ... until we swallow it. This is the only female solidarity that I feel I recognize ... the rest, my friends, is bar talk.
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