Photo source: Sex is not the enemy.
I think it’s very important to be able to laugh with your partner during sex. The whole point of it is to enjoy yourselves and each other (aside from having a baby). It’s saddening how shame and insecurities can cause us to lose sight of that. It’s saddening how we can cling to people who are not right for us, who we don’t feel comfortable with, who we succumb to pressure under, instead of looking out for our own happiness.
Enough of that seriousness. It’s early and I’m posting this without much critical revision yet, so I’ll not go into an eloquent essay. Bottom line: during sex, you should be happy and comfortable enough to not worry, and laugh at something funny.
Sometimes it’s a fart. Sometimes it’s clumsiness. Sometimes it’s something that’s said.
It’s been 90F/32C weather here this week and we ran 2 miles in the middle of the afternoon yesterday. Hot, sweaty, and worn out. We didn’t get around to sexing until right before bedtime. He sat me up on the kitchen table and kissed me from my collarbone to my nipples. I licked at his neck and earlobe when suddenly,
“Hey, you still taste salty! I said.
“From sweating, probably. Mmm, you’re a salt lick!” I jokingly slurped and licked at his neck like a cow would.
“You know, I think I tasted bug spray on your boobs once.”
“…Okay…” Cue the laughter, amusement, and slight awkwardness of a “you had to be there” moment.
In case you’re wondering why there would be bug spray on my boobs, my work place had a bad flea infestation recently. Bugs love to bite me, so right out of the shower, I’d cover myself in bug spray before going to work.