No Sex in the City (or no sex makes me shitty)

Sex. Never do you want it more than when you have no one to have it with. When I was still with my husband I used to dread the moments when it came to having sex. I used to pray that it wouldn’t be the same old thing and that it would be over and done with quickly. Not that I didn’t want to have sex it’s just that it usually end up the same or in an attempt to make it more “special” someone tries to make it a marathon sex event. I’m quickly getting to the stage where I’ll settle for a smouldering look from a tired fellow commuter on the afternoon train.

I never enjoyed marathon sessions that inevitably leaves you unable to walk properly for days although I do enjoy prolonged foreplay. (I’m a woman, you didn’t expect any different, did you?) See making out is hugely underrated. I have no idea when it got a bad reputation but it’s really more fun than the act itself I feel and I say that because having sex usually means that lots of parts of your bodies end up being neglected whereas when you are making out you have to pay more attention to them. It’s an innovative and creative thing I feel.

However I could talk about sex for days now that I’m not getting any because it’s suddenly riveting stuff. Nothing gets the juices flowing like the lack thereof.