If I were a man for a day

No, I wouldn't do what Beyonce says - drink beer with the guys, dress the way I want, and make up my own rules. I'm doing all this right now. I don't know why I should become a man for it. I would change to the opposite sex for a day for a completely different reason - the one and only: penis.

Have you ever wondered what does masturbation or sex feel like for the opposite sex? What happens to the organs? What is different? I don't have such thoughts many times; I enjoy my body, my many holes, but sometimes during sex or when dirty thoughts creep in, the question arises in my head: How does a man feel? And, of course, I think about it every time Aunt Flo visits me. At that moment, I would gladly transform into a man for life.

f I had the chance to become a man for one day, it would be a day full of sex and sexual adventures. Instead of a tingling feeling between my legs, I would wake up in the morning with an erection that I would have to satisfy however possible. Since the right side of the bed would be empty, I would help myself with my hands. For the first time, I would strangle my genitals, feel the sperm rising, and eventually exploding like a volcano. 

During the day, I would walk around the city and look at women, bodies, clothes and imagine what was hiding beneath them. My brain would make up stories of having sex with complete strangers. I rarely do it as a woman; I find it hard to guess a complete stranger walking down the street in bed, but I know that my male friends often imagine this, so I would do that once in my life. Like a man. 

I would also try another, a bit dirtier thing. I would stop at a nearby park, find the best tree, check the wind direction with a wet finger, open the zipper, and mark the tree. Without the great hideouts and squats, I would pee calmly, shake off the new thing between my legs, close the zipper and move on.

Back at home, I would take off my pants, sit on the couch, and scratch between my legs every now and then, excited about the new acquisition. 

To end my sweet one-day experience, I would indulge in sex, good sex, full of passion. I would be completely relaxed, feeling the touch of women's hands playing with my penis. At the same time, I would feel all the squeezes, a massage of tense testicles. I would learn what is to die for and what is not. Then it would be time for oral sex, which all men adore. I would love to put my penis in her mouth and waiting for her tongue to play with the penis' head. It would be a particular test for me to control premature ejaculation with my upper head. 

When it would come to sex, I would do my best to experience it in all possible positions, to feel how it is inside a woman, how the vagina is slowly squeezing the penis, and how it glides over the wavy surface. Someone might tell me that I can explore my vagina myself with my fingers, but it seems that it is by no means the same. My fingers do not feel the same as my penis would. As a man, I would play with different angles, depths, and speeds. With all the effort, sweat would run down my back. In the end, I would finally reach an orgasm, and my body would be one big spasm of joy. 

After the show, I would fall asleep full of impressions, tired, and waiting for the morning to wake up in a better-looking self again. 

Such thoughts run through my head from time to time. I know I'll never really have an answer, but it's nice to dream that you have special powers to understand how the opposite sex feels sex. Also, that way, you wouldn't be wandering in the dark anymore, guessing what's going on in a man's body when you squeeze his penis or lick its tiny head. I would already have all the answers in the palm of my hand. First hand.