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bomberqueen17:
You know a trope I don’t see enough of in romance/erotica?
Old married sex.
Like, ok I’ve never been married, but I *have* been banging the same dude for well over a decade. So I got perspective here. Hear me out.
So like, you read erotica and even in established relationship fics, good sex is always like… three hours of heaving and moaning and exquisite this and sweat that and orgasms by the bucketload and sore muscles and exhaustion and like, the bed is destroyed and maybe the furniture too, at least one lamp is broken, there’s like three loads of filthy laundry now, people’s clothes got ripped off them, someone’s not walking right, there’s bodily fluids on the ceiling, you know? And I like to read about that sometimes, but other times I’m just like come on that is not sustainable. I like sex too much to have it be so incredibly expensive in terms of energy and resources and sheer damage done to objects and body parts. I mean, my ideal lifestyle involves a lot more frequent sex than laundry. (Come on, who changes their sheets *every* time they fuck??)
And you know what? There’s something really, really hot about having someone know you so well that you can go from asleep to orgasm to back to sleep in under five minutes.
Sure, sometimes I want to go all night or whatever; sometimes I’ve actually said out loud hey I gotta change these sheets tomorrow anyway, I’ve had days where I was walking funny, sure. I’m not against these things.
But I think there’s a real unappreciated glory to the kind of sex that blows your mind completely without you even breaking a sweat.
I guess that’s my next challenge. Somehow I gotta fit in an established-relationship fic with a bunch of three-minute sex scenes that are *hot*.
bomberqueen17:
You know a trope I don’t see enough of in romance/erotica?
Old married sex.
Like, ok I’ve never been married, but I *have* been banging the same dude for well over a decade. So I got perspective here. Hear me out.
So like, you read erotica and even in established relationship fics, good sex is always like… three hours of heaving and moaning and exquisite this and sweat that and orgasms by the bucketload and sore muscles and exhaustion and like, the bed is destroyed and maybe the furniture too, at least one lamp is broken, there’s like three loads of filthy laundry now, people’s clothes got ripped off them, someone’s not walking right, there’s bodily fluids on the ceiling, you know? And I like to read about that sometimes, but other times I’m just like come on that is not sustainable. I like sex too much to have it be so incredibly expensive in terms of energy and resources and sheer damage done to objects and body parts. I mean, my ideal lifestyle involves a lot more frequent sex than laundry. (Come on, who changes their sheets *every* time they fuck??)
And you know what? There’s something really, really hot about having someone know you so well that you can go from asleep to orgasm to back to sleep in under five minutes.
Sure, sometimes I want to go all night or whatever; sometimes I’ve actually said out loud hey I gotta change these sheets tomorrow anyway, I’ve had days where I was walking funny, sure. I’m not against these things.
But I think there’s a real unappreciated glory to the kind of sex that blows your mind completely without you even breaking a sweat.
I guess that’s my next challenge. Somehow I gotta fit in an established-relationship fic with a bunch of three-minute sex scenes that are *hot*.
