During the course of a recent evening of drunken near-debauchery, I had a rather disturbing conversation.
I was, for some reason, explaining that women who smoke turn me off and that it takes the intimacy out of a physical relationship if your partner smells and tastes disgusting. That’s purely my own preference and we can discuss that elsewhere, what amazed me was the response.
“You could always fuck me from behind. Would you like to fuck me from behind?”
Of course, that’s all very nice at the right time and in the right place, says I. But what about kissing and caressing, and making love?
“Forget that,” she said. “Go for the clit.” And this sentiment was immediately echoed loudly by the other women present. “Go for the clit!! (shouted) All we want is a nice firm hand on the clit.”
OK, there are obviously some issues here to do with the quality of the loving these girls are getting. (Or maybe they’re not getting any.) But it all seemed a bit callous and {can’t think of the right word} to me.
Doesn’t anyone make love any more?
Is there no romance left in the world?
What about hours of sweaty grappling and licking champagne from eager nipples?
What happened to sucking your partner’s toes?
Kissing and nibbling all over the other’s back?
Bodies pressed together with that special kind of desperation reserved for lovers?
No time for that. Now we just ‘go for the clit’.
No :flowers:
No :serenade:
No :hubba:
No :raspberry:, just use your hand.
And this is how we find our life-partners in the 21st century? I think I’ll stick with :wanker: at least it’s sex with someone who loves me.
Smoking girl later insisted that I sniff her forearms, to prove that she did in fact smell nice. Did I just happen to go out with a few non-typical loonies that night, or is the sad state of my love life down to me being out of step with what the modern woman thinks?