βBooks are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.β
Series: The Eternal Joy Of Sex
A long erotic poem in 4 parts
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/erotic-poems/the-celebration-of-lust-part-1
As many have said, connection with the person is key. You never know when you're going to find that person you click with and start some flirtatious banter. With the right person and timing, things can escalate.
I've always preferred stories to pictures/movies. When I was young, I always bought the Penthouse Letters publications to read and cum to. A naughty/sexy chat is like that - you conjure images in each other's heads and the images aren't just visual, but in a sense, feeling the emotions and arousal of the one you're connecting with.
Most definitely. Words feed, express and stimulate the imagination and imagination sensitises the emotional and physical body.
Words break boundaries. There are many words and phrases that we cannot use normally, because they are inappropriate or do not agree with the person that we want to appear to be, or have to be. I cannot go up to a woman that I do not know and tell her that she has beautiful tits. I would have to know a woman quite well before I would consider talking to her about her breasts, and it would be 'breasts' not 'tits' , but 'tits' are far more exciting than 'breasts' and a 'cunt' is far more exciting than a 'pussy' which has always seemed to me to be a silly word of little consequence.
It is exciting to be able to break barriers with someone, or for someone using simple words and wonderful when we can find someone who we can explore the reaking of these boundaries of expression with.
A licence to enjoy being naughty.
I love it! After my wife died, I ended up on a dating site. One night there was only 1 woman who was up fir a chat. We started by messaging on the site and then she asked me to call her. She was not a great looker but had a warmth to her. Her husband was downstairs while she was alone upstairs. Very lonely.
When I called I asked to describe what she was wearing and if she felt good. Not so.
I then suggested she change into something she really felt good in - sexy even.
She put the phone down and I could hear opening and closing of drawers or wardrobes. It took a bit of time but she came back on the phone. She described what she was wearing.
She had put a blouse on - I had mentioned I loved satin blouse on women. It wasn't satin but it was for me! She had a short skirt, and she said she had some 'nice' panties. They were lace, she said.
Anyway, I asked her to think that O was with her and that she felt so good she wanted to show me in a tantalising way. She had to feel herself and know that I was watching because she was so sexy and I wanted her.
She got really into it and ended up very hot and bothered! Then she told me she had cum. She was making faint noises before.
Then she cried on the phone! I asked why and she said it was the first orgasm she had experienced since she was young! She didn't normally feel good or even bother as her husband didn't care for her.
So phone certainly works!
Chat is like sex with a blindfold on, where one must rely on words and imagination to arouse another. Like aural foreplay, the sweet nothings whispered in the ear, the whispered promises in the dark, words instill a vision in the mind's eye. Our imagination completes the scene as we move together toward fulfillment.