Strawberry Time!
Whenever a woman's hormones go wilding, the fluids start exiting her Holy Trail at unimaginable speeds. The cramps, the mood swings, and the runny kitten make for a harder work day than the struggle of being an independently thinking diva already is. Me and my bed sisters have been campaigning at our ex-workplace for better working conditions and paid Strawberry Time leave. But the men don't listen! I mean, when have they ever listened? I would tell my huzzy my coochie itch and she be smelling like the fish market. He the proceeds to offer me eating her out?? Dude, my wooha can self-clean like any kittycat can. Know your Holy Temple of Pleasure well, and you'll keep a woman's heart. Makes you wonder why we didn't divorce on our wedding day!
Some of us have extended cycles while others are basically always hooked to the oxytocin, riding and scissoring like there's no tomorrow so the meowing is never heard! The Holy Trail would be extruding all kinds of fluids from eternal stimulation to the point that the Strawberry Time is short and unobtrusive. But not every Woman is blessed by the Triple Goddess with a loving huzzy who can actually make her orgasm. Some of us have to make do with our fingers doing the work and that isn't as good as the loving licks of our sisters.
So the men who refuse to listen to our demands at the ex-workplace: You have a choice to make! Either you grant us the Eternal Thrill when we are in the oppressive union of patriarchal marriage or you give us paid Strawberry Time leave. The power is in your hands!