Well good evening, my friends.
It's a wet and windy Friday night up the northern western wastelands of the UK and I'd like to let you all into a secret - I'm frustrated. I'm physically frustrated and I'm mentally frustrated. How does that work, you may well ask. There are bars. The internet is awash with ways of 'relieving frustration. So what am I complaining about?
Intensity. One simple word that to means so so much. Yes, I could pop down to a local club, find a lady and spend all night making small talk before heading home for a casual encounter, but that would probably lack the intensity that I'm talking about. I'm looking for that deep down, all encompassing, mind bending, body contorting encounter that will leave my partner and I physically and emotionally exhausted. I've met few who aim for this. For many, sex is a primal need. We're programmed to want it. Many people may try a few things in their younger days, settle down and get stuck in a rut. For some though, and I hope that I'm in the company I believe myself to be in when I say this, sex is much more than that. It's a way of reaching deep into your soul and finding out what makes you and your partner tick. It's a way of reaching parts of someone they never knew existed.
That can work on many levels - from an animalistic and rough fuck to a more sensual extended erotic massage. It's about what works in that moment and accepting that it is exactly what is needed. It's about a need to experiment and a need to keep things fresh. It's about waking up in the morning and wondering what you're going to experience that day that will make you explode. It's about fetishes, kinks and fantasies.
Alas, this is not how my Friday night is. Instead of raising the intensity level, I am sat with a glass of Chenin Blanc (which makes a change from my usual Sauvignon Blance - so I guess I'm experimenting there), bored and reminiscing. I need the intensity back in my life. I need sex that will remap the hard drive of my brain. I need interesting women.
I wasn't actually intending this post to turn out like it has - my plan was to write about how dull things can become online sometimes - not here, of course. Instead it's become a bit of a stream of consciousness exploration of my state of mind.
Thank you for reading, and if you want to help turn around the Friday night of 35 year old British gent, please do drop me a line. I'd love to hear from you.
It's a wet and windy Friday night up the northern western wastelands of the UK and I'd like to let you all into a secret - I'm frustrated. I'm physically frustrated and I'm mentally frustrated. How does that work, you may well ask. There are bars. The internet is awash with ways of 'relieving frustration. So what am I complaining about?
Intensity. One simple word that to means so so much. Yes, I could pop down to a local club, find a lady and spend all night making small talk before heading home for a casual encounter, but that would probably lack the intensity that I'm talking about. I'm looking for that deep down, all encompassing, mind bending, body contorting encounter that will leave my partner and I physically and emotionally exhausted. I've met few who aim for this. For many, sex is a primal need. We're programmed to want it. Many people may try a few things in their younger days, settle down and get stuck in a rut. For some though, and I hope that I'm in the company I believe myself to be in when I say this, sex is much more than that. It's a way of reaching deep into your soul and finding out what makes you and your partner tick. It's a way of reaching parts of someone they never knew existed.
That can work on many levels - from an animalistic and rough fuck to a more sensual extended erotic massage. It's about what works in that moment and accepting that it is exactly what is needed. It's about a need to experiment and a need to keep things fresh. It's about waking up in the morning and wondering what you're going to experience that day that will make you explode. It's about fetishes, kinks and fantasies.
Alas, this is not how my Friday night is. Instead of raising the intensity level, I am sat with a glass of Chenin Blanc (which makes a change from my usual Sauvignon Blance - so I guess I'm experimenting there), bored and reminiscing. I need the intensity back in my life. I need sex that will remap the hard drive of my brain. I need interesting women.
I wasn't actually intending this post to turn out like it has - my plan was to write about how dull things can become online sometimes - not here, of course. Instead it's become a bit of a stream of consciousness exploration of my state of mind.
Thank you for reading, and if you want to help turn around the Friday night of 35 year old British gent, please do drop me a line. I'd love to hear from you.
