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A friend told me this story last night:
He was in bed with this girl, who we shall call Lucy for now. He was on top of her, doing the business, and he said that he was getting increasingly pissed off with her, because she had this stupid, innane grin on her face, like she was the HAPPIEST girl in the world. He said that she looked like she'd just dropped a pill for the first time, and it was doing his head right in.
So he slapped her. He didn't even know what he was doing. He was just as shocked as she was afterwards. He said that they carried on, and to paraphrase, "it was the best sex either of us ever had".
He's still very friendly with Lucy you see. Bootey-call friendly.
So, my questions:
Is sex better when you want to hurt the person you're with just as much as love them? Are those dodgy relationships we occasionally get in or which we sometimes see traces of around us more passionate because the stakes are higher? Does the pain of a huge argument make the sexual resolution more rich and rewarding?
I'm thinking how these relationships could = s&m without the leather here.
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