It’s the sex, not the grinding.
I spent 5 hours with a favorite phone sex caller last night, and he didn’t come. We chatted, and vented, and discussed, and fantasized, and it just didn’t happen, though neither one of us was exactly unsatisfied. (S)he said something that stuck with me: Most people, when they think of sex, think of a few standard things. Positions. Tab A/Slot B intercourse. They don’t imagine the scenes and mindfucks that make it truly interesting. Gender bending. Detailed fantasy roleplays. Fetishes that overpower sense. Plots that keep evolving. Flirting with the last taboos - humiliation, risk, disease, chemicals, castration, even species. Fucking is something we do. Sex is something we explore. Today my hands are stained with the ink rubbed off the map to his id, and I’m not complaining.
