Say you’re girl friend works a job that she doesn’t really enjoy that much. The pay is shitty, the customers are annoying and the work is mind numbing. Say she comes home on her lunch break tired, annoyed and crotchety.
Want to turn her mood around in a heartbeat? Give her a quickie.
No, I don’t mean fuck her till she’s blue in the face from screaming. I don’t mean a slow, sensual go. Just strip her pants off, drop her on the bed and go down on her. Start it slow, or fast, or whatever pace you want. Just get her going and make it all about her. Whether she cums or not her entire mood and day will be turned around. She’ll leave with a smile on her face and her mind in that happy place for the rest of the day.
Sure, there’s science behind sex as a mood changer but really it comes down to this: she’ll feel loved, wanted, and pleased. Its a three for. Then when she gets home, it’ll be all about you. Not a bad way to end the day
I think, if anything, there’s one simple rule about sex: it’s all about pleasure. This can be taken a couple of ways. The first would be that it’s all about the finale, the coup de grace: the orgasm. It could also be taken as sex is all about pleasing both partners, whether its male and female, male on male, or some other combination.
Too many people however focus on the first part. They fixate on making the other person cum. I always love when the other person asks when its all over “did you cum?” Well, maybe, but is that even all that important? Sex is fun. Or at least, it should be. Its not a job, its not a profession (well, to some it is) where the end result is a messy ending.
Its taken me many years to realize that. To come to grips with the fact that yes, an orgasm is damn good fun but my soul goal isn’t to drive for it to the exclusion of all else. Sometimes you just can’t get there, no matter what you do. Sometimes you’re too tired or your minds somewhere else. Sometimes she’s too dry, or too sore, or too obsessed with work. If that’s the case, then take it slow. Slow it down to the point where things just feel good. Relax, and enjoy the feelings. Yes, you might not cum, but that’s life.
I use to ask my significant others each time, every time if they came. I think after a while they got annoyed with it. If they did, they were happy. If they didn’t, most of the times they were still pretty damn happy. They enjoyed the experience, they enjoyed the fact that I enjoyed it. In the end that’s what matters. The enjoyment of the moment.
If we were meant to cum every time, god would have given us one hell of a big red button labeled “instant ignition.”
Where would the fun be in that?
