“Sex could kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere, and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you’re lifting three times your body weight. It’s violent, it’s ugly and it’s messy, and if God it wasn’t unbelievably fun, the human race would have died out eons ago.”
~Dr. Allison Cameron (House M.D.)
It’s a funny thing about sex. It’s different for everyone. If you’re a guy, or a girl… there’s a huge difference. I’ve always considered myself luckie to be a girl. But even between two girls there’s differences. And sex is funny, because while it’s sort of all about one big thing, it’s really about a million little things. It’s alot like life that way.
Getting off is fantastic, it’s true. There’s really no one who would deny that, but there’s so much more there.
You need at least two people to decide that this is what they want. It’s not enough just to want someone, they have to want you back. This is trickie. If you’re married there’s technically only one person to choose from and unless you want sex at the same time they do, or you’re a very persuasive person, you’ve got a problem already. Even if you have a whole room full of people to choose from it’s still tricky. In some cases trickier.
And then there’s the other steps. First Contact… when you touch, is there that little something extra… is the kissing good… (now I know that kissing isn’t always required, but it’s a fantastic step and sex with someone who sucks at it, is usually less than pleasant) Then there’s the clothing removal… and in most cases this is the point of no return. You’d need some serious stimulus to put your clothes back on and give up on the whole thing.
You’re both naked and your probably kissing. Your hands are touching anything they can reach. You feel good. You do. He’s hard. She’s wet. Your both breathing like a tiny pair of hurricanes. and eventually you’ll both (i hope) come to the climax of the evening. But in between the contact and the coming, there’s a million steps. Each one is important really.
Some girls don’t go down. Some guys don’t go down. Some girls don’t swallow. Some guys don’t know what to do with their hands. Some girls get wetter, some guys are bigger. There’s shaved and unshaved, circumcised or uncircumsised. There are a million tiny differences. Some guys like having their balls touched. Some hate it. Some people like anal play, some avoid it like the plague. Some girls only cum through clitoral stimulation, some can’t bare to have it touched. Some girls can come repeatedly some are MAYBE once and done. Some guys can go for hours, some are finished in minutes.
And in between all these extremes is a delicate sliding scale. And these things make a difference… but I think the best thing about it, is that if it’s good, and you’ll always know when it is, it that it doesn’t matter big or small, wet or dry, weather they went down or not. Good sex is a human miracle. It’s fitting… and not for forever, but just for then. If you both had fun and you both got waht you wanted, then you fit. For a minuter, or for three hours.
And people will tell you that sex isn’t important. That you’ll get older and you’ll want it less. But why is there Viagra and all the others like it and still no cure for other, more fatal problems? Why does the population over 55 have one of the highest incidence rates of STDs? You can pretend your parents don’t have sex, that your grandparents aren’t getting it on at night, but the truth is that sex is important.
It’s not everything, but in my experience neither is love, and people make such a big deal about that.
I wish I had someone to cuddle with.