PietroPaoloV wrote:I’m going to rant a bit here. Note that I have nothing against any of the people mentioned, it’s just I thinking out loud.
Well, it’s not loud, unless one can write out loud. Call it whatever you want.
What is it with people and copulation? When did it have to be complex? Why can’t people just shag senseless one another without there having to be trapeze’s, foam-banana or inflatable goats involved? Does sex have to be like a Salvador Dali painting come true?
I mean, sure, it has to be good, pleasurable, but what with all the circus-antics? What with all the people who can’t just get down and fu**? Seems as; is there no sword swallowing, Lord of the Rings outfits, a whole arsenal of kitchen utensils and a couple of buckets with grain involved, well, these people are bored.
For a short while, I felt the odd one. I had happened to cross organs, twice in a row, with women who were into things I so far had not had anyone ask me. One wanted me to hook her up to this… device with clamps that were to be attached to her nipples, then give her tiny electrical shocks. The other wanted me to pee on her while we were stood in the shower, the warm sensation aroused her, she claimed. I didn’t do the latter, I don’t take a piss on women. And I’m not into electrocuted nipples.
Still, I did question myself slightly. I didn’t have enough wild fantasies and things that turned me on? Every other person seemed to get the heat in the groin going by no less than a couple of oddities involved, and I’ve heard of plenty relationships which ended because one part tired of the “simple” Kama Sutra sex.
Well, it’s not strange that people divorce so much if all this “art-sex” is a wide-spread addiction, and plenty people don’t know how to bring it up with their partner. Can you imagine a couple, where she comes home from the store, puts the milk in the fridge, turns to him who’s peeling carrots for dinner, she musters courage, takes a deep breathe and says:
- George, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you but didn’t know how
- Just say it my love
- Well… I…. this with… us… you know?...
- Darling, I know exactly where you’re coming from. You want me to take the motor off my little bass fishing-boat, shove the propeller up your bum, and rotate it with the car battery while you recite a whole episode of Judge Judy
- But… how did you know!?
No, you don’t just know these kinky little desires, do you?Let’s add this bugger one more time
So there I was, not too worried about it, yet thinking that I might be a bit boring. The silhouette of a woman’s breast in a dark room is an image beautiful enough to send all the electricity I need down my pants.
To just lie in bed, slowly wriggle around one another as two serpents and go at with a slow-mo passion, it didn’t seem as a “normal” alternative. If one couldn’t come up with some X-men, mutants, super-odd style, preferably with fluorescent paint involved, you were out of the hay-rolling business as a long-term option?
But I got over it quickly. I came to the conclusion that I’m the sensible one, and they’re the odd ones. They’re the one’s a bit kayak inside the planet. They are the ones struggling.
I can fall asleep on a Friday, have a simple wet dream and wake pleased on Saturday morning. They have to find their way to Hobby-Shack and Toys’R’Us, get some cable, shop from the sandpaper section and buy a toy fire-engine to assure an OK sexing during the weekend.
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Tks for that....I like Daly. Very well written, I agree some stuff out there is kinda strange. I haven't come across anything disturbing as of yet! Phew!