Is sex made for men?

Penis envy...in her thoughts.
Lately, she'd had this terrible, terrible thought: Was sex made for men—and not women?!
She means plain, simple, everyday vanilla-sex...
Five minutes, even less, was often what it took. In the case of the biker she'd recently picked up, been with, done that—less than a minute. He'd come, she hadn't.
And he'd come in under one stupid minute!
She couldn't have stopped him. Even had she tried.
She could have put a gun to that prick...
And she probably couldn't have come with this particular stupid male in an hour, and even with a gun up...
She'd like to perish, vanish this horrible thought. This horrible thought of every dumb male prick finding its stupid way—to easy, simple, everyday orgasm.
While she had to move herself, mood herself, move her world...Move ass, to get anything done. Anything!
How unfair! And many women gave up! Why would they not?
She was pretty angry, pretty wild, thinking this.