Duracell Whatever
One of the things I miss most about the Boy is all-night sex.
Oh, Mr. Big's alot of fun in bed and the sex is allright; and could be better if he got a futon with less spring. But just like most other blokes well past the quater-line, there's no such thing as a 15 minute recovery.
You Know. The Duracell bunny sort of sex where the sex is so good and so erotic you can dispense with all the niceties. Foreplay? Who cares, bang.
A friend of mine stopped over after an immersion program in some Australian University to better his English, and we had some drinks; and blame it on the Low-Carb diet, my tolerance for alcohol has gone from pretty good for a 5 footer to nearly non-existent.
I feel guilty now for some reason. Possibly because I wouldn't have slept with him if the wine hadn't gotten me all frisky, but like my Girlfriend says it, screw it, what's over is over.
It was some of the most fantastic sex ever though. But after it's all over, well, it's just over. We didn't quite connect either, he just wasn't attractive; because sex alone just doesn't hit the spot. The List, in order, goes Intelligence, Cash, Style, Cuteness then Sex. But the pre-requisite would of course always be a big dick. So even if he weren't fantastic in bed, it'd be at least acceptable.
I don't think guilt's the best word to describe it. I sorta just feel that I should have spent the time doing something more fulfilling, that's all. It's weird hey, you'd think some of the best sex ever should be rather satisfying, but it isn't. Because sex, like Just Sex, is rather mis-credited.
The Boy tells me thats bullshit though.
Sex is really just one thing.
Good.
But I beg to differ. It's not always good, and even if it was some of the most erotic, wild duracell sex you'll ever have in the entire frame of your promiscuous exsistance, it doesn't make it good. Good sex should feel right and Good sex shouldn't feel sinful.
Right now, I'm just really annoyed at my behaviour and at myself. I've set up my personal development wishlist. There are only 2 wishes on it, the second of which is better self-control.
xoxox
One of the things I miss most about the Boy is all-night sex.
Oh, Mr. Big's alot of fun in bed and the sex is allright; and could be better if he got a futon with less spring. But just like most other blokes well past the quater-line, there's no such thing as a 15 minute recovery.
You Know. The Duracell bunny sort of sex where the sex is so good and so erotic you can dispense with all the niceties. Foreplay? Who cares, bang.
A friend of mine stopped over after an immersion program in some Australian University to better his English, and we had some drinks; and blame it on the Low-Carb diet, my tolerance for alcohol has gone from pretty good for a 5 footer to nearly non-existent.
I feel guilty now for some reason. Possibly because I wouldn't have slept with him if the wine hadn't gotten me all frisky, but like my Girlfriend says it, screw it, what's over is over.
It was some of the most fantastic sex ever though. But after it's all over, well, it's just over. We didn't quite connect either, he just wasn't attractive; because sex alone just doesn't hit the spot. The List, in order, goes Intelligence, Cash, Style, Cuteness then Sex. But the pre-requisite would of course always be a big dick. So even if he weren't fantastic in bed, it'd be at least acceptable.
I don't think guilt's the best word to describe it. I sorta just feel that I should have spent the time doing something more fulfilling, that's all. It's weird hey, you'd think some of the best sex ever should be rather satisfying, but it isn't. Because sex, like Just Sex, is rather mis-credited.
The Boy tells me thats bullshit though.
Sex is really just one thing.
Good.
But I beg to differ. It's not always good, and even if it was some of the most erotic, wild duracell sex you'll ever have in the entire frame of your promiscuous exsistance, it doesn't make it good. Good sex should feel right and Good sex shouldn't feel sinful.
Right now, I'm just really annoyed at my behaviour and at myself. I've set up my personal development wishlist. There are only 2 wishes on it, the second of which is better self-control.
xoxox
clover:
aaaaaaah when is your set going to go up. I can't wait much longer. You are wicked fucking awesome