The truth in this statement, which I found on a message board I sometimes read, really hit me:
"And then you get into heavy absurdities, like the fact that it turns me and H on to NO end when I point out that he's out of his mind if he thinks I'd ever fuck him. We both want to screw a hole in the wall at that point, which is frankly harder to achieve than simply getting laid. Getting laid is easy, I've learned, getting so turned on you could scream is one of life's purest luxuries."
I can get off. My index finger and some double A's work just fine to get me off. I may even whimper a bit. But to get to the point that this poster so perfectly defined - that, dear reader, is a place not everyone gets to visit. To have every nerve in your body sparking at once, and to feel that, ache .... it is approaching ecstacy.
And becomes ecstasy, when you share it with someone else.
Friday, June 22, 2007
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