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12:09AM - Tuesday August 23, 2005 So, sex. I like it a lot. In fact I love it. I love sex. I am a woman, and I love sex. It's fantastic, it's visceral, it's euphoric, it's the most primal act I can think of. Two bodies straining aginst each other, with each other... God, it's one of the coolest things I can think of. And therefore I occasionally wax poetic about it. Anyway, I had a lot of sex this weekend. And I didn't inititate most of it. Speaking for myself, that is about the most wonderful thing I can think of. For most of my life, I've been the truly driven one in my relationships. I've been the instigator, the seducer, the one who pursues. And why? Because I like sex. Sure, it makes me feel good emotionally, but I don't equate it with love. I can do without it. I've gone years without it, and still felt loved, and whole and complete. It just feels damn good too me, and as a hedonist, I would like to feel it as often as possible, please. I was the initiator even when I hadn't figured out how to have orgasms with another person. I still liked how it felt, I wanted to do it, I enjoyed every minute of it, even without the orgasms for me. When my mom was visiting this summer we got to talking about sex, and I told her I was pretty much an Anytime Anywhere kind of gal. She laughed, and told me that I got that from my grandmother. Grandma apparently "never needed much persuasion," and all I can say to that is go grammy and grampa! And that's me to a 'T.' I don't need much persuading. Twist my rubber arm why dontcha? And so I feel lucky. I think sex is a great way to connect with the people you love. There's nothing like it. And damn, my body is good at it. And Kryptonite is good at it too. Good at everything, in fact. He comes up behind me and grabs my hips, he hugs me around the waist, sneaks in a boob grab... So I feel wanted, and I'm not the only octopus in the room. This was a weekend where everything seemed to be in synch. Everything worked, there wasn't any awkwardness (except when we were scrambling for the lube bottle) and the orgasms flowed like milk and honey. There was sweet, there was tender, there was pounding and gasping, and most of all there was joy. I think that's what cinches it for me. It was joyful. The best sex is a celebration of the best that life has to offer. It's just about the best gift I've ever received. And sometimes sex between a man and a woman seems so simple: tab A, slot B, move back and forth... But add in the pheromones, the firmness of a man's body, the salt of his sweat, the control in his hips, and you've got some alchemy happening, right there, oh yes, you've got it, yes, right there. And someday you'll move right through me, and we'll be one person, I swear.
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