Velocity

Accomplishing sex feats isn’t all about the bucket list. Making up for lost time is one thing, but moving through tick lists without emotion, runs out of velocity. The wonder of encounters is allowing surprise, joy and pleasure. Yet a first meeting is often fraught with telepathy, silently working out what’s expected. It’s not only consent that matters, is there a feeling that any intimacy can be paused, changed, stopped without rancour or wheedling? I’ve had first encounters where I’ve wondered what’s happening? I’m confused, as if some performance objective is going on behind the scenes. The pressure to have an orgasm for someone else’s validation, takes the fun out of it.