It is a matter of orgasm.
When you love someone you know how to make and enjoy sex
What is love? In this liquid and blobbing time where we do not know either how to say goodbye?
Love is to have an orgasm. A real one. In the words of Scott Specer’s, A ship made of paper : “It was like screwing with a fugitive”.
I am not joking.
Orgasm is the top of our physical sublimation of knowing each other.
And you get there because when you make love you have to hear, to feel other’s body as well as yours.
You learn how to touch and you learn where to do it because your purpose is to make your partner feel better. Again and again.
This so twisted and undone skin exchange has been cheated on.
There is a substantial getting-away-from-sex-excuse when you got the person you love. For ever. As if you can rest.
As if love and sex would be no longer to cross a border everyday.
And still this attitude of taking for granted “habit” is the first plate on the path to hell.
There is always a reason to have sex when we meet the first time: to go beyond the obstacles of dating and waiting….this is an outcome of being in hurry, being liquid, because knowledge requires time.
For a man to give a real orgasm to a woman means a huge of time. A ton.
So why we have to run if also Merlin the magician said love is a force stronger than gravity? And sex is the practical tool to show it up? (I add).
And more, does anybody ever considered the some years ago spreading of house wives erotic literature as a red flag in the realm of like-an-amazon-women mood sex? A substantial projection as women needs to stress, again and again, they are the master of their seas especially in the bedroom.
When you make love you have to be naked, meaning you offer yourself as you come and you are ready to be touched and felt as you come.
So, please, don’t blame on women if they lie to please men’s inability to make them come.
Don’t blame on women if they are as dry as desert. Do something instead to capture her mind
You, men, have got the loving duty to go behind your gender (a breeder hunter) because women are just not only made for life, but for having sex and real orgasms, of course.
