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azurelunatic) wrote2003-04-15 10:57 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-04-15 10:57 pm
On the Orgasm
Sex is like a road trip, sometimes.
First, we have your orgasm-centered sex. This is all about getting to the orgasm.
This is like the trip to the Grand Canyon where one MUST get to the Grand Canyon. Perhaps there is even a timetable, with the hours it will take to drive marked off, and if one falls behind, one must rush and even speed a little, because we're GOING to the Grand Canyon, dammit. One generally takes the fastest freeways, even if they are crowded and no one really likes driving on them, since that's the fastest way to go.
And if you don't get there, you will wind up with a car full of cranky, crying kids and/or adults.
Then, we have your sex just for sex.
This is the trip to the Grand Canyon that's all about the sightseeing. You can pull over and investigate that nice river, stop at the diner, and laugh about the hilarious road signs and cool mailboxes. You may turn off the planned route and go exploring, and may find something worth re-visiting later, or maybe not. When you do, eventually get to the Grand Canyon, it's likely just as cool as you thought it would be, since you haven't tired yourself out with anticipation beforehand, and aren't already grumpy.
Sex can be fun. But if the orgasm is the be-all and end-all, you might as well just stick to masturbation.
First, we have your orgasm-centered sex. This is all about getting to the orgasm.
This is like the trip to the Grand Canyon where one MUST get to the Grand Canyon. Perhaps there is even a timetable, with the hours it will take to drive marked off, and if one falls behind, one must rush and even speed a little, because we're GOING to the Grand Canyon, dammit. One generally takes the fastest freeways, even if they are crowded and no one really likes driving on them, since that's the fastest way to go.
And if you don't get there, you will wind up with a car full of cranky, crying kids and/or adults.
Then, we have your sex just for sex.
This is the trip to the Grand Canyon that's all about the sightseeing. You can pull over and investigate that nice river, stop at the diner, and laugh about the hilarious road signs and cool mailboxes. You may turn off the planned route and go exploring, and may find something worth re-visiting later, or maybe not. When you do, eventually get to the Grand Canyon, it's likely just as cool as you thought it would be, since you haven't tired yourself out with anticipation beforehand, and aren't already grumpy.
Sex can be fun. But if the orgasm is the be-all and end-all, you might as well just stick to masturbation.
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Anyway, this thing with my mom could just force me into it. ~_~*
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Eee.
I think lovemaking is at least half magic.
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Sex with my Bryan on the other hand is, "Even if it kills us [and it probably will, but it will be worth it ...], we are going to have sex."
Funny the difference there.
With the ex, I tried to give him a very intense orgasm very quickly so he would pass out and leave me alone. I am discovering that the same techniques, used somewhat more judiciously, are very fun to use on Bryans as well, though it generally helps to check every so often to make sure they are still breathing. **giggle** It seems inevitable that we will be the death of each other one of these days, but boy, getting there is half the fun!
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[OK, TMI, but that "OK, you've killed me, can we do it again now" look is priceless! I love wringing him out like a dishrag.]
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