Sex for so many is a means to an end... They want to get off... So that's the only thought behind it...
And of course there's so many different types of sex (the act of) nowadays.
I've come to realize that for myself... I want everything in my life to have meaning, to make me feel a joy in my soul as well as in my being.
When I come together with someone... I want to be fully immersed in that moment together, with them.
I want to run my hands and fingers over their skin, and see in their eyes that feels good... I want them to do the same, to watch as my breathing changes, my body trembles a bit as I fall deeply into that moment of pleasure.
I want to take my time with them, savouring every touch, every groan or whimper as the pleasure builds between us.
I want to be able to see, hear, smell and touch, everything in those moments...just see where it all goes without thought of do they like this...do they want to do this...
Just total immersion...and riding the waves with them as the journey moves on.
I want to lock eyes with them and just know that there's no where else we'd rather be then right there rising up together and just holding on as we get near the end.
Afterwards, I want to be able to lay there, slowly stroking their arm or leg or chest, as we lay entwined together coming down and recovering from the pleasurable experience that was just had, to be able to slowly disconnect and slip out of the immersion of it all, together.
I'm not discrediting a good quickie behind the shed, or something, because ya need some excitement sometimes... I'm talking with a loving partner in the bedroom, great sex.
Because really... If I just wanted to bust a nut... I can do that myself with an orgasm better than any I've gotten from others. That's not a slight to any partners I've had... I just know my body better.
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