There are, naturally, different types of sex. There is sex, Sex, SEX and of course "HOLY SHIT %(#*^@( GOD I WANT YOU AGAINST MY BODY ALL NIGHT MIND-BLOWING S E X". What's love got to do with it?
I'll begin with some illustrative prose that will eventually lead to a point -- or an orgasm (it's your choice):
The night was slowly growing late as the two sat close to one another on the plush velvet couch. The faint red lights from behind the bar reached across the room, bathing them both in a warm, inviting light. The jazz ensemble performing in the adjacent room played a soothing rhythmic piece. The soft, gentle stroke of his open hand across her smooth face filled her with a growing desire. She slowly drew his face to hers while stroking the back of his head. The long, deep notes of the saxophone resonated with the growing passion that was filling their bodies.
With slight careful pressure, their lips slowly brushed. The soft damp kisses gradually found themselves transforming into ever deeper ones. The saxophone spilled a never-ending note as time dripped down the walls. The distant chatter of conversations from others grew silent as they built a cocoon of intense passion and affection around only them. In an instant, a course of energy shot through their bodies as they embraced each other with growing intensity. The scent of love began to fill the air as the fires of lust burned hot within.
We all have felt at one time or another the emotions and passions represented at this point in our continuing story. It is my intention to express the best type of sex by building upon the subtle feelings and emotions that begin with a shared smile, transform into a mutual series of deep kisses and lead to a rigorous horizontal romping in bed. It is my strong opinion that the progression of lustful passion parallels that of a classical symphony. Symphonies of the "classical style" of Mozart and Haydn during the later part of the 18'th century consisted of four distinct movements. The typical four movement form was a quick binary form or sonata form, slow, a minuet and trio in ternary form and then another quick movement consisting of Rondo form or sonata-rondo.
The first movement is the quick binary form. It is that precise moment when one discovers that spark within another. It is that delightful first dance of subtle physical innuendos accompanied by the excitement of giddy conversation created as a playful ruse to kick-off the exhilarating sexual pleasures to be shared later. It is an opportunity to test boundaries, push them and eventually tear right through them. There is great sex to be had and, by god, a real man has to be the one to give it to her GOOD.
The second movement is the slow form. It is the quiet piece of the symphonic movement where two people find no discomfort in shared silence while they learn to communicate their affections and desires with body language. It is a period of time for playful caresses with a free hand over sensitive parts of her skin. It's a playful choreography of moves and counter-moves that are exchanged so that others haven't the slightest clue that his hand is really down the back of her pants while her hand is down the front of his. Most importantly, time becomes irrelevant. The only relevance in this movement is the moment where one willingly closes one's eyes, dives in and proceeds to put the French into French-kisses.
*End of Part II*
Sneak Preview from Part III
"... but let's get realistic, when a man is buried deep within a woman for the first time, there are three crucial elements that come into play. When push comes to shove, and then another shove, and another ... and ... ohhhh ... mmmmmm ... sorry, let me get back on track."
1 comment:
so how fast can you get here?
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