Erotica (This may or may not be work/spouse safe)

Note to the prudish. This is dealing with the topic of sex. I want honest comments from those who want to comment. Be warned–this is a revealing, open post.

I started reading erotica to help allay my fears and answer questions about the functions of men and women in the act of love-making. Sex books (the technical kind) weren’t doing it for me. Text books don’t deal with the emotions and complications that sex brings up. (Pun away all you want in the comments) I wanted my curiosity about what goes on between the sexes to be satisfied in a safe way, without putting me in the hands of a man who doesn’t know his way around a woman. I don’t want to ‘fake it’, with a man or woman. Again. *Shudders* and not in the good way. I’ve never had ‘one’ in the way a woman should. A 30 year old woman who has never...you know... actually had ‘one’ with a real life partner is one of life’s minor tragedies.

I certainly am not the kind of person who sleeps with men indiscriminately. And yeah, I know Tab A tends to venture into the dangerous enemy territory of Slot B, and much fun is had by all. Yadda, yadda, yadda and all that jazz. Cannons go off and fireworks light up in her eyes....Ok. I’ve had it with the sex euphemisms. You can go ahead and make some if you want.

My feelings about erotic literature (writing and reading) is that it can be helpful for women curious about sex, but some of it ....Well, I cannot judge other people’s kinks because I just don’t understand the appeal. Right or wrong, it’s none of my business. Yet another disadvantage of erotica is that I guess that written sex is far from the reality of genuine sex and it may give a false impression of what intimacy is.

I don’t know but I’ve been told, that sex in general gets rather old.

****Post Script– Ugh. I wanted to give myself several days off to contemplate and gather up my scattered thought. But this popped out. I am trying to learn not to edit myself and just let my ideas out.****