There are friends. Friends you don’t have sex with. There are girlfriends/ boyfriends you do have sex with, enjoy being with and in general have a good time together. Then there are those who you don’t have much else in common with other than you both just like to fuck each other. It’s understood that when your together, you fuck and do the sexual volley; you blow her, she blows you, you fuck, switch positions, on top, on bottom, stand behind, kneel behind, scissors, spoon, fingers, hands. Anything which joins you together in sexual bliss. It could be anywhere at any time. Sexual desire knows no common place. Then, after you fuck, you part, looking forward to the next time. You may return home to your husband, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, or just back home alone. Your sexual need was filled, you feel satiated, satisfied and happy. It was damn fun, exhausting and just what you wanted; just what everyone needs. It’s not the thing everyone will admit too, yet its what everyone needs on the most primal level, if truth be told and social opinion ignored. You’re not a slut or a whore, you’re married, you’re not married; you are human and humans fuck for fun. You’re not looking for a relationship with obligations and responsibilities. You want raw human sexual aggression expressed. You want to fuck. You share a respect for the others need and their willingness to gratify yours. It’s natural. It’s mutual. It’s pleasurable. It’s fucking fun.
There doesn’t have to be a text, an email or a phone call afterwards, nothing. It’s not required or expected. What you came for, you got. You might call or text if you feel like it, with sexual teasing, a recap, a heartfelt acknowledgment of; your time spent together; your time fucking endlessly, wildly without expectation or shame or any thought, except the desire of bodily contact with someone you really dig being with. But it’s totally optional. Its a reservation for the next time.
Then, there is a text, or a short call. ” Are you busy tonight?” “What are you doing in an hour?” “Can I see you today?”
You find together the thing you’re looking for. The Rhythm of Fucking.