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Technical Difficulties

When you think of the word ‘technical’, and try to apply it to the concept of ‘sex’, where does your mind go?

Mine, due to recent physical changes I’ve been experiencing, first goes to the fallibility of the human machine. To ‘technical difficulties.’ Mechanical failure.

While I wouldn’t categorize my sexual responses as ‘failing’, exactly, they are also not functioning in the way they once did. Malfunctioning? …eh. That’s not quite right either, but when it comes to the inner workings of the sexual machine, the term ‘planned obsolescence’ comes to mind. There is no handy toll-free number to call for a fix-it. Our physiological technology simply outdates itself eventually.

And if it doesn’t, well… Just as a vehicle eventually outlives its ability to maintain speed and provide a smooth ride – no matter how diligently we maintenance it every 5,000 miles – so too do we.

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Peek-a-Boo Patella

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😀 That *is* the first thing you noticed, right? 😀

{Insert pithy quote about the bee’s knees, here: __________.}

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Sinful Sunday

Because sometimes I’m just ridiculous.

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Thankfully, my friends are too.

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(He calls me Zuul.  It’s a Ghostbusters thing.)

(For those of you outside the U.S. – or who otherwise don’t get the owl and 3 thing – see here.)

(But we’ll save the conversation about licks and tootsie pops for another time, mmmkay?)

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The Space Between

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It is a soft space, this in-between. Sensual. Warm. Inviting in its netherworldness.

It is a pliable space. A push and give nebulous cushion of comfortable vulnerability. A marshmallow cocoon of not-fully-alert yet not-quite-unawake. A place where drowsy arousal meets quiet questing, where supple skin meets tender touch.

After we come down from the day, before we slip into the night.

Post wind-down, pre-sleep.

It is neither before nor after; not first or last, but a series of steps on a winding staircase moving in multiple directions. It is soft smiles on softer lips before the kiss, hair falling across shoulders while warmth lifts between hips, unforceful grip of sliding thighs after limbs twine.

An exploration, a question. An approximation of desire.

A murmur, a whisper, a sigh.

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