Role play

Would you rather have wild sex with somebody you were deeply in love with, or wild sex with a complete stranger?

Those of you who read this entry, I would like an answer to the above question with full and frank (as always) reasons why.

It's inspired by a film I watched last night, 'Sex and Lucia'. It was complicated, and beautiful, much like sex itself. And although the answer might seem so obvious I really don't think it is.

I suppose there's just a certain ferocity, a certain danger that you just don't get with a loved one. Love tends to mellow the experience..doesn't it?

So, wild sex.

Role plays are the new Anal or so i'm led to believe. You know the sort of thing. Meeting your girlfriend in a bar and acting as though you're seeing her for the first time (Let's forget that you were totally bladdered and high on dope the first time you actually saw her, and couldn't recall her name the morning after). Buying her a drink and just before you leave, giving her your number. Or, if you're not playing the game properly, asking the girl back for coffee.

And then, you have (or try to have) sex which replicates your first time. Let's face facts. In order to gain any sort of success this way, you require a boundless imagination which will push to the back of your mind all those irritating things your girlfriend does in the normal scheme of things. Push away the thoughts of her hairy legs which she'll have shaved for this special occassion. Push away the stubble under her armpits for that too will be gone tonight. Enjoy. It's suprising what lengths people will go to for a date of this sort. Cleaning and plucking, wiping and shaving as though they have been doing it every day. I wonder why people become complacent once they've attained the security of a relationship. It's almost as though you forget what it was that got you into the position you are today.

A lesson to be learnt: Never bite the hand that feeds you. Never leave unshaven the legs that helped you pull.

And ofcourse boys are just as bad. The farting and burping will suddenly begin to sprout from the most unlikely places. And the security of a relationship will open up a gas chamber you tried so hard to steer clear of. Why can't he control it the way he used to. I hate burping and farting myself. Too posh for all of that. But then, i'm not just a normal boy am I?

Back to roleplaying...we can have Barbie and Ken or just Barbie. We could have Superman and Wonderwoman (though women, please please, be very careful to ensure that a camel toe doesn't form in the hotpants. There's nothing quite as off putting as a clump of vagina knotted up in lycra. It could almost pass for a love handle. The general rule is, tuck away the camel toe, or tuck away the outfit. For purposes of clarity, it's NEVER permissible to have a front latch.

And..let's see how many people email me seeking clarity on what a camel toe is.

In a conversation with the two Christian girls earlier this evening one of them suggested.

'Sex is all about eternal unity. Every person you have sex with forms an eternal bond with you. One night stands go against the whole purpose of sex. To create and enhance a bond of love between two people.'

Is'nt this similar to what i've been saying all along? Minus the words eternal and create..?