Love and Lust

I admit it. I like pornography. All kinds. Audio, visual, written. It doesn't really matter. I wouldn't say I like it as much as most men I've known (any man, for that matter). I rely more on my own thoughts, fantasy or the spoken word to get me goin', but I still enjoy it. Sometimes I even request it.

That being said, there's nothing quite like a XXX movie starring a guy who looks an awful lot like one's brother to put the kybosh on one's libido.... [*shudders*] Need I say more?

Speaking of sex, I've noticed that I have a difficult time changing gears from love mode to lust mode. For example, Rover and I go through spells of cutsy sappiness. It's great. We hug and kiss a lot and exchange secrets about how we feel about one another, and then we snuggle romantically. Again, it's great.

But it's just not erotic to me.

Don't get me wrong. Sometimes during those moments when I am overcome by loving him, I want to be intimate with him, to move slowly with him and enjoy him physically. For the most part, however, loving him does not stoke the sexual fire.

We talked about that phenomenon today over the telephone. He was boldy describing some explicit act to which I responded that we'd better get to it before the love began or I wouldn't be in the mood. He laughed and agreed how difficult it is to go from holding me like a little girl to treating me like a wanton slut.

So we've agreed. Tonite, it is sex first and then snuggling.

It makes me laugh.

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Things are good.